[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by Mystical

Weaselshade had always assumed Thea actually didn't care, he expected her to be yelling at him. He had assumed she was going to keep yelling at him and not care what he said. Never did he expect her to go from about to scratch him to apologizing and telling him he could lie down in her nest. He knew she was a confusing cat, and he never attempted to understand her. He used to not care about how she felt, but he did now and now he attempted to understand her. He failed. She was so complicated, always having mood swings and yelling at him. He didn't understand it, but he didn't feel like he needed to. Weaselshade got into the nest, and lay down beside her, surprised by how comfortable the queen's bed was. It was definitely not like his, but there was another cat in Thea's nest, and his nest was cold. He followed her gaze over to where the kits were playing, and he watched her smile. He could understand why she had wanted kits so bad. She loved them, she adored them. But most of all she probably felt like raising kits was the only thing she could do for the clan. Weaselshade knew that she could learn, but he also was glad he finally understood something about her, even if it was probably the simplest part. He rested his head on his paws and began to gaze around the nursery. Since his and Thea's argument had ended there seemed to be a calm filling the nursery, it appeared there always was. Sleeping kits and queens, playing kits with their parents watching them. Everything joyful in the clan seemed to be happening in the nursery. "I can see why you like it in here." he murmured, smiling lightly as he continued to observe the joy and calm everyone seemed to be experiencing. He had made the right choice coming in there after the fight, even though Thea had been moody.

The calm after the storm was a peaceful one. Thea felt a lot better after yelling at Weaselshade. Believe it or not, it helped her blow off steam whenever she heard whispers around the clans about her origins, and the fact that her kits’ names were in these warriors’ mouths because they didn’t like half-kittypets in Windclan. It upset Thea knowing that most didn’t like her or accept who she was. She wasn’t that bad to get to know. She held a deep concern for everyone. She was absolutely tender on kits, that maternal instinct was a natural trait. Thea didn’t like yelling at Weaselshade because most times he didn’t deserve it. He was the only one she could truly vent to about her problems, and most times he ignored her! So, her anger would pent up, become an emotional mess, and she took it out on the tom. She would never take it out on their kits. Thea never wanted her kits to see when she was yelling at their father. It was setting a bad example, and she didn’t want her kits bothered with any type of abuse or violence. When Weaselshade laid beside her, his head on his paws, she draped her own head on his back. “It’s comfortable in here.” It’s safer in here, she meant. For a defenseless Molly like her that only held a sharp tongue, she was proud to call the nursery her chosen place to sleep every night. No matter what, the queens pitched together to care for the kits and make sure they were safe. A mother’s love was fierce, in the end.
No one could ever truly understand Thea. She may have been sweet, but she was sharp. She was a teacher, but she would never be a mentor. She was a mother. She had wild emotions that build up until they released. Then, she was calm again. A sweet, gentle Molly, like she was being now. She had lifted her head, and gingerly began stroking his back with her small tongue. Weaselshade must had been worn out for sure after that battle. “What’s it like sleeping in the warriors’ den?” She asked between strokes, her voice quiet. She doubt the kits could hear their hushed tones as they were playing a few ways away, but not too far where Thea would be fretting.