Post by noodles on Apr 29, 2017 9:05:01 GMT
The day Daisy and her sister Lily Anne came to the barn, Charles Maxwell was smitten with the two. Both were such different characters, and yet they were both so beautiful he could barely take his eyes off of them. He welcomed them in with all the love he could muster, ensuring they had a warm bed and a lot of mice. Even if Lily Anne was a lot more withdrawn, Daisy and Mr Maxwell immediately took a liking to each other. The two spent almost all their time together, and just after he married the both of them they were quickly heavy with kits. Charles was ecstatic, two new wives and two new litters! Even with Lily Anne paranoid about the housefolk taking the kits away, it couldn't dampen his sweet mood. After all, kits meant new life and new people to play with, people who hadn't heard his stories before and would run around the den like chooks without their heads and playing with older cat's tails. Kits only got better and better too, because eventually they'll be able to talk like adults and bring in their own families and fall in love and then that means grandkits! Charles Maxwell enjoyed the idea of being Grandpappy Charlie to as many kits as possible. He could spoil them, take them places their parents wouldn;t tell them all about how much trouble Mammy and Pappy got into as kits, it'd be superb!
With the first litter of kits had already grown up, Charles Maxwell decided to spend the day with his wife Daisy. He missed their running around the barn, but so many had left that it seemed almost quiet. Little Belle of the ball was still here, but he missed when he would trip over because they decided to race each other across the barn, or when he got woken up by them at an ungodly hour to play with them. Even though he got more sleep now than ever before, Mr Maxwell was always surprised at how late Daisy slept in while Lily Anne woke up so early you'd think she'd been awake all night. He decided to just continue to curl around her, breathing in the warm, floral scent mixed with the barn of straw and hay and chickens. It was times like these that almost seem to last forever, and yet are over in a flash. He was startled out of the sweet nothingness of the moment when Daisy shifted her torso.
"Hey Doll face," he said, licking her forehead gently. "Did'ja have a good sleep?" As much as he loved having kits around, the laziness of a morning was something he'd always cherish, especially on such a warm, sunny day when nothing had to be done and nothing would be done. Still, he missed the excitement of kits, and that's why he had to ask.
"Do you wanna have another litter? It's just in time for spring," he popped the question bluntly, adding on a bit of signature Maxwell charm at the end that his Pappy and his Grandpappy before him used to get his Mama and Grandmama respectively. He's glad that they have that charm and he got it too - no way of telling if he wouldn't be here without it! Good southern breeding only matters if you can convince the dame that she wants to have kits with you. And good southern breeding he certainly was. Always showing politeness to everycat, hospitality since he has much and so many cats have so few, ensuring the chickens get rounded up and kept in their correct spots at all times, he was a charming gentlecat. He hoped to raise all of his children like that, with a respect for authority and a strong sense of good and bad. Charles Maxwell was right to kick that horrible jezebel out of his barn when he worked out she cheated! She was like that snake, convincing everyone around her to become villainous and cruel. If those kits survived, he'd swear up and down that they'd only continue their mother and spread filthy lies. He was half tempted to drop them on FerryClan's doorstep and let them be their problem but that was too harsh - he had killed the offending warrior and he did not wish to harm FerryClan anymore. They were a nice bunch of cats, strange in mannerisms and speaking but good folk, he'd be more than happy to take some in if they needed.
When Daisy nodded yes, she did want kits Charles Maxwell licked her face in absolute adoration. His beautiful, beautiful wife was now going to be a beautiful beautiful mother! He always laments his sex as a male, he was always too interested in kits and pregnancy for his own good. His most useful skill that he learnt apart from hunting and foraging was how to deliver kits, though his officiating of marriage skills have come in very handy since he moved to wherever he was now. He couldn't just have old Grandpappy McWilliamson officiate the ceremony from rural Texas now, could he?
Charles Maxwell never liked to dwell on the past, but he missed his family. He mourned the lost joy of his parents becoming grandparents through him, his siblings teasing him on his wives and spoiling his children rotten and doing everything he told them not to do. The lack of a proper, homegrown wedding was one of the worst for him, seeing his Mama crying when he and his best man his brother stood up there while his mate's Pappy took her down to meet him, his Pappy smiling at him with all the pride that could be conveyed from him becoming an adult and getting a mate and becoming a respectable tom. His parents would have loved Daisy dearly. He hoped he could be there for his kits and grandkits, to walk his daughters down to their mates, to be the grandfather that his kits never got. But for now, he must be content with the love of his life and a beautiful family. Charles Maxwell and Daisy were in pure bliss.
With the first litter of kits had already grown up, Charles Maxwell decided to spend the day with his wife Daisy. He missed their running around the barn, but so many had left that it seemed almost quiet. Little Belle of the ball was still here, but he missed when he would trip over because they decided to race each other across the barn, or when he got woken up by them at an ungodly hour to play with them. Even though he got more sleep now than ever before, Mr Maxwell was always surprised at how late Daisy slept in while Lily Anne woke up so early you'd think she'd been awake all night. He decided to just continue to curl around her, breathing in the warm, floral scent mixed with the barn of straw and hay and chickens. It was times like these that almost seem to last forever, and yet are over in a flash. He was startled out of the sweet nothingness of the moment when Daisy shifted her torso.
"Hey Doll face," he said, licking her forehead gently. "Did'ja have a good sleep?" As much as he loved having kits around, the laziness of a morning was something he'd always cherish, especially on such a warm, sunny day when nothing had to be done and nothing would be done. Still, he missed the excitement of kits, and that's why he had to ask.
"Do you wanna have another litter? It's just in time for spring," he popped the question bluntly, adding on a bit of signature Maxwell charm at the end that his Pappy and his Grandpappy before him used to get his Mama and Grandmama respectively. He's glad that they have that charm and he got it too - no way of telling if he wouldn't be here without it! Good southern breeding only matters if you can convince the dame that she wants to have kits with you. And good southern breeding he certainly was. Always showing politeness to everycat, hospitality since he has much and so many cats have so few, ensuring the chickens get rounded up and kept in their correct spots at all times, he was a charming gentlecat. He hoped to raise all of his children like that, with a respect for authority and a strong sense of good and bad. Charles Maxwell was right to kick that horrible jezebel out of his barn when he worked out she cheated! She was like that snake, convincing everyone around her to become villainous and cruel. If those kits survived, he'd swear up and down that they'd only continue their mother and spread filthy lies. He was half tempted to drop them on FerryClan's doorstep and let them be their problem but that was too harsh - he had killed the offending warrior and he did not wish to harm FerryClan anymore. They were a nice bunch of cats, strange in mannerisms and speaking but good folk, he'd be more than happy to take some in if they needed.
When Daisy nodded yes, she did want kits Charles Maxwell licked her face in absolute adoration. His beautiful, beautiful wife was now going to be a beautiful beautiful mother! He always laments his sex as a male, he was always too interested in kits and pregnancy for his own good. His most useful skill that he learnt apart from hunting and foraging was how to deliver kits, though his officiating of marriage skills have come in very handy since he moved to wherever he was now. He couldn't just have old Grandpappy McWilliamson officiate the ceremony from rural Texas now, could he?
Charles Maxwell never liked to dwell on the past, but he missed his family. He mourned the lost joy of his parents becoming grandparents through him, his siblings teasing him on his wives and spoiling his children rotten and doing everything he told them not to do. The lack of a proper, homegrown wedding was one of the worst for him, seeing his Mama crying when he and his best man his brother stood up there while his mate's Pappy took her down to meet him, his Pappy smiling at him with all the pride that could be conveyed from him becoming an adult and getting a mate and becoming a respectable tom. His parents would have loved Daisy dearly. He hoped he could be there for his kits and grandkits, to walk his daughters down to their mates, to be the grandfather that his kits never got. But for now, he must be content with the love of his life and a beautiful family. Charles Maxwell and Daisy were in pure bliss.