[dionysus]

Originally Posted by Constellation

It had been a long day, in the opinion of Honeythistle. The whole morning, he’d been running about with the newly renamed queen, Dovecoo. From meeting his mother, and introducing her to her other sister wives, he helped her create a comfy nest settled in the nursery, her forever residence. Honeythistle had bid Dovecoo a goodbye so that she could settle into the new place she would be sleeping. So, for the rest of that midday, the silver tom was around his eldest sons. A little bonding time with Crimsonblaze, Bronzeflash, and Nightfallpaw. When night was beginning to show, and the trees above them darkened to their clan’s namesake, faintly Honeythistle caught the sight of Silverpelt. Honeythistle recommended his kits to get some sleep, and happily Nightfallpaw followed his father until he was directed toward the apprentices’ den. Honeythistle allowed himself to stretch first, leaning down to crack every stressed bone in his body before he brought himself up to fluff out his pelt. He was headed straight towards the warriors’ den until the nursery passed his sight, and the thought of Dovecoo entered his mind. Was she settling in well? Had she already fallen asleep? Honeythistle slowly padded into the nursery, acknowledging the other queens with a brief nod of his head. He decided he would say goodnight to all his queens, give them a tender lick, then go off to enter a light sleep himself. When he got to Dovecoo. The beautiful Molly laying in her newly constructed nest, Honeythistle calmly padded up to her and purred. “Is it comfortable enough?” He asked, then bent his head down to lick between her ears. “I just wanted to wish you all a good night and sweet dreams,” He nuzzled the alabaster cat’s cheek before pulling away, and staring attentively at her with a ghosted smile on his maw.

Dovecoo let out a yawn and rested her fluffy white face on the side of her nest, nuzzling closer into the soft moss. Sighing in contentment, Dovecoo let her diamond eyes close with a wave of drowsiness. She hadn’t realized how late it was getting. She had been in her nest almost the whole time after Honeythistle had left her. She’d only moved to fetch herself a piece of prey to satisfy a rumbling stomach. Then, she’d given herself a quick groom until her already fairly clean fur was pristine and feather soft again. When she had finished was when she had laid her head down drowsily. Dovecoo drifted into a light sleep, the tendrils of dreams just starting to ensnare her. However, she was still semi-conscious when the voice of Honeythistle reached her ears. The snowy queen blinked open her sleepy blue eyes and perked her ears, leaning her head up to look for the silver tom. He was talking to his other queens, but soon made his way over to her. Dovecoo purred and smiled lovingly at Honeythistle, chirping her usual, “Hi, Honey!” Her wise eyes watched him dotingly as he leaned down to give her head a lick. “Oh, it’s very comfortable.” She cooed, shifting in the soft circle of moss that surrounded her. As Honeythistle pulled away and mentioned his intention of leaving, Cloudstrike frowned. “Won’t you stay a little while? I haven’t seen you since this morning and it would be nice to talk a little before I go to sleep. Only for a little. There’s plenty of room.” The petite queen shifted to be smaller, so there was room for Honeythistle, looking pleadingly up at Honeythistle with her sweet doe eyes.