[dionysus]

Originally Posted by Constellation

Honeythistle wasn’t as ambitious as many other cats were. In the past? Yes. He was always up for a challenge because he knew he was the best. A remarkable, spontaneous, charming young lad...and, now he was here. An older warrior, more than one mate, more kits than he could keep track of. As a young warrior, Honeythistle was greedy. He took, took, took, and took. If his eyes favored it, then it was his. Now, that he was older, he still had that aspect to him. Yet, having a family, he gave them his last to make sure they were satisfied. It may have stressed him out...in more ways than one, but right now? Right now was all that mattered. He was relaxed. He was warm. His eyes stared up at the cracks of the den to catch a glimpse of silverpelt as they blanketed the sky. He never took the time to admire the beauties...because they were just...stars to him. Did he believe his ancestors were nestled in the sky? Of course, but not when it came to the stars. He felt there was a far greater place that Starclan walked, and he was pretty sure that he was going to discover that mystery soon enough. When Dovecoo began to speak, Honeythistle removes his gaze from the stars and he laid his head comfortably on top of her paws as he listened to her speak. The tom flicked his ears, a little confused, but he didn’t move much. “What do you mean by realistic and non-realistic futures? I mean, why would you want to follow a future that is considered non-realistic? Wouldn’t you want the realistic one?” He questioned. He didn’t bring his head up, as his eyes was met with her chest fur. He moved his orbs to stare up at his mate, even though he couldn’t see her eyes. She was drowning in the stars. Honeythistle didn’t think much about the future. He only lived in the moment. Whatever happened; happened. He didn’t want to think much about what Dovecoo said about the future - the many different futures. Because, after all, a part of him knew she was right. There were futures where they were together, there were futures where they weren’t. There were futures where they loved. There were futures where they hate. There were numerous outcomes when it came to life, and that’s what bothered him the most. Maybe, that’s why he didn’t think of the future much. Honeythistle heard her more softer tone. He thought deeply of what she was saying. It almost felt like a jab directed towards him. He shifted his body so that his head faced the other way. Now, he could make out the forms of the other queens and their kits. They must be thinking why he was there, but didn’t voice their worries out. “And, What life do you suppose Starclan wants you to follow?” He asked, keeping his eyes trained on a couple kits nestled near their mother and sleeping. Honeythistle knew he wasn’t Starclan themselves, but he played a magnificent role in Dovecoo’s life. He changed everything around. Morphed it into a life he wanted her to live. Honeythistle was pretty sure Starclan had other plans for this beautiful Molly, but the near notion that Starclan was going to take her away from him, made his heart harden. Only slightly, did he calm down. He softly reminded himself that this was Dovecoo he was talking to. She was sweet and innocent and most of the conversations held between them was heartfelt sweetness. Honeythistle seen her nothing more than innocently beautiful and obedient with an easy to please nature. Talking to her was not some intricately woven sense of conversation that made one think in circles to determine what she meant. On the other paw...talking to her now, in a conversation like this, maybe there was more than meet the eye of this beauty.

Dovecoo didn't take her eyes away from the sky, not bothering to look at Honeythistle. She was growing drowsier and the calm twinkling of the distant stars was beginning to put her to sleep. She wasn't fazed when Honeythistle took some time to answer. Dovecoo had always known they were on two different plains. Honeythistle valued strength, loyalty, and power. Dovecoo valued beauty, thoughtfulness, and wonder. Their brains simply worked in different ways and questions that intrigued Dovecoo weren't likely to be of any interest to Honeythistle. Her theory was proven correct when the silver tom asked why anyone would want an unrealistic future. She hadn't meant that she wanted to pursue something she knew she'd never reach, but what if the unrealistic future became attainable? "What if you could have a future as the leader of all four clans?" Dovecoo asked, choosing power as her example despite not being certain Honeythistle really wanted all that responsibility, "It's completely unrealistic, but what if there was a world where that could happen? Wouldn't you want to experience that? For the knowledge you could gain from it if not for the power." Dovecoo shifted in her nest, finally closing her eyes. A yawn parted her jaws as she sank deeper into the mossy ring and curled herself up until her tail rested on her nose. "That's the point," she answered distantly, "Perhaps we're meant to follow each of them in a different life time before we can reach Starclan." Dovecoo didn't know if she really believed that that was the case, but she enjoyed thinking about the possibility. She didn't know anything about the afterlife, perhaps that was the way it was. After her last word, Dove drifted almost immediately off into slumber.