[Cosmo]

Originally Posted by Constellation

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.

The nursery was a place of almost absolute calm. Everyone in there seemed peaceful and happy. A relaxing milky scent wafted around. The kits were either playing or sleeping, and their quiet little squeaks were like music, even if they were squeaks of protests because the little creatures were being forced to be groomed. Weaselshade felt guilty for disturbing that peace. He buried his head in his paws, afraid cats were mad at him for being yelled at and yelling in the nursery. He knew that many warriors already found him strange for not teasing Thea, and for putting up with her. He didn't want the queens to think ill of him as well. He lifted his head when Thea answered, but made sure to limit his gaze to her and the kits playing a little away. He nodded. "I'm not in here for very long usually, but when I am in here I feel comfortable." He admitted, though she could probably have guessed. He usually only came into the nursery when he needed to be calm, or when he already was. When he was an apprentice as much as he hated chores, if he had to chose he liked changing the queens den. Weaselshade smiled, glad to be remembering a calming memory. He was surprised when Thea began to groom him, but he knew that since she was such a motherly figure she did care, so she would probably do it because he was tense from the battle and their argument. He half-closed his eyes, still gazing at the kits, and only opened them fully when Thea asked him a question that made him shiver. He didn't like to think about the warriors den when he was in such a comfortable place. The smell of the warriors den was normal, it wasn't sweet, but it could smell like illness and cold sometimes. It was not as comfortable and the calm feeling was not there like it was in the nursery. But of course that was only his opinion. "It's not my favorite place to be." Weaselshade admitted, not wishing to describe it.