[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by Beau

( @Constellation)
Cloudstrike lounged in a pool of sunlight, her only movement a continuous, bored flick of her tail tip and a wide, lazy yawn. The molly allowed her thoughts to run wild, as she rarely tried to stop them, and surveyed the camp with half closed eyes. Her stomach grumbled and she slid her diamond eyes to the freshkill pile. Even though she was almost Honeythistle's mate, Cloudstrike still had the occasional urge to hunt. At the moment, the freshkill pile looked dismal at best. It wasn't terribly small, but she could tell even from a distance that 'fresh' was a relative term. Feeling a bit mischievous, Cloudstrike let her eyes roam the clearing once more in an innocent manner. This time, however, she was looking for something...Or someone. Honeythistle was nowhere to be found. Flicking her ear thoughtfully, Cloudstrike came to a decision and rose languidly to her paws. What Honeythistle doesn't know won't hurt him...She reasoned as she gave the clearing another suspicious check before slinking out the entrance of the camp.

Shadowclan was such a shady place. Literally. Honeythistle could find any suitable hiding place within a shaded area and stay to relax as long as he wanted. Away from his mates' frustrations, needs, or whatever - who knew it could be so hard? Yet, he was still thriving off the thrill of snatching specific hearts in trade of his own. Currently, Honeythistle lounged on a broken log. One of his paws dangled from his position, while his head laid on his other one. Just having to wake up from a nap, the Tom stayed where he was enjoying the peace and quiet, but was able to make out the clearing clearly. He wasn't focused on the other cats, specifically his own, if he could find where his ladies resided. Most of them were in the nursery, but...there was always one lingering about. And, correct, he was! His green hues landed perfectly on the white feathery beauty, who must had been relaxing herself. Honeythistle unconsciously let out a purr, and he half lidded his eyes. Another nap? That sounded like a plan - a plan that was put on hold a second later. His head shot up, and he blinked his eyes owlishly. Did...did Cloudstrike just walk out of camp? Couldn't have been! No, no, no - that wasn't his Dove! She knew better than to just...leave. No matter how many times he shook his head, her form was gone. She was trotting away. "What exactly she gotta do?" He said through clenched teeth. Honeythistle lacked the energy to travel after the feline, but as his duty, or to be nosy, he hopped off his comfort zone and shook out his pelt. No way was he going to immediately run after her. Oh, no, that wouldn't have been smart. He was going to take this slow. Slink back to his old ways when he was an apprentice, to the days where he was sneaky. Honeythistle doubted Cloudstrike went out to...meet "someone". She wouldn't do that to him, so that thought came and went. Slowly, he padded after her, his gaze narrowed.