[dionysus]

Originally Posted by Constellation

The comfort of a mother was a powerful thing. Especially when it came to a Tom. The most important molly in his life should be the she cat who raised him, who supported him through thick and thin. Honeythistle knew he wasn't the...most favorited in his family, but that mattered little because his mother's love was never swayed. One lesson Honeythistle wanted each of his little ones to know was to always respect their mother. Whether they're a tom kit or molly kit; respect them. Love them. Care for them as they did for you. "Hm, well don't be out too long. You know I worry about you. " A lot. The Tom flattened his ears for a moment, voice laced with concern. His mother wasn't young, obviously. And, too many kits tended to weaken a Molly's body, right? Honeythistle didn't know much about a she cat's body, only the fact they bring much comfort, and their only purpose is to birth and raise kits. He just didn't want his mother to hurt too much. As his eyes quickly gazed over her figure to make sure she was in mint condition, his ears perked upon hearing the experienced queen's chuckle, and he turned his head to get a good look at Cloudstrike. Instantly, a smile was placed on his maw, and his expression softened. "Aw, come on, Ma - when had you ever known me to be just friends with mollies?" He joked, offering a charming grin. "Especially with one who is extremely beautiful?" He said this with a proud purr. Turning back to his mother with a widened smile. "I wanted to introduce you to Cloudstrike. She's my mate." No stuttering, no reluctance. Today was the day he wished for her to be fully his. It wasn't necessarily that his mother would like to hear this, but he knew she supported him; that she tolerated his lifestyle. Honeythistle fell in love with the Cloudy feline, as he were in love with all his mates. He couldn't allow her to slip through his paws and be wooed by another Tom. So, he wanted his mother to meet the elegant lady.

@Beau

Cloudstrike waited patiently and quietly behind Honeythistle as he talked to his mother with unsurprising tenderness and sweetness. He was gentle with all mollies...most of the time. Honey’s mother seemed very sweet and kind, exactly how Cloudstrike had pictured the she-cat. Cloudstrike zoned out while the two were talking, but came to suddenly when she heard the elder feline mention her. Shyly, Cloudstrike moved closer and smiled, nodding hello to Honeythistle’s mother. Her bright blue eyes flashed to Honeythistle when he spoke, keeping a demure smile on her face while he joked about being friends with mollies. That confused Cloudstrike slightly. She knew they were more than friends, but the snowy feline was unsure how else he would describe her to his mother. Her question was answered a moment later when Honeythistle finished speaking, calling her his...mate? What? Since when. He hadn’t even asked. Few things could startle Cloudstrike, but Honeythistle was definitely one of those things. The surprise must have been evident on her face, wide eyes and gaping mouth. A mere moment later, however, her face had returned to the demure smile. That must have been how it was done in Honeythistle’s world- her world now. She knew better than to question it and decided to just accepted it. She was Honeythistle’s fifth mate. She had gotten what she wanted. Cloudstrike’s heart buzzed and swelled with happiness as she politely and cheerfully mewed, “It’s nice to meet you!” Though she was talking to his mother, Cloudstrike turned her gaze to stare lovingly at Honeythistle as soon as the words had left her mouth. @Duststorm