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Originally Posted by Beau
Cloudstrike purred as she saw Honeythistle’s amusement and heard his greeting. He didn’t usually return her cheerful greetings, not that Cloudstrike really noticed, but it made her happy to hear his amused voice. She discerned a note of fondness that made her feel special. In that moment, she wasn’t one of five or a member of the clan, she was Honeythistle’s mate. Honeythistle got right to work and Cloudstrike hung back a moment to watch. He was cute when he was focused. He nosed the ferns into place and Cloudstrike nudged her moss over, figuring she’d join in once it came time to add the moss. As Honeythistle worked, Cloudstrike’s thoughts drifted to other things. For example, she was thinking about how lovely it would feel if they could take clouds from the sky to put in their nests. Honeythistle’s voice shook her from her thoughts and she murmured an affirmative. “We can get the flowers later.” It was what Honeythistle had suggested first, so Cloudstrike assumes it was the best course of action. As she spread the moss over the ferns, Cloudstrike looked up at Honeythistle’s grassy eyes and purred, “Wouldn’t it be nice if we could make our nests with cloud?” Her diamond eyes blinked innocently at him as her paws moved subconsciously to spread the moss around her nest, forming a large, comfortable, structured place to sleep. |
Honeythistle had spread out the ferns, using his paw to delicate place them together. As Cloudstrike started placing the moss on top, Honeythistle helped her, but spreading more off the moss to cover up parts of the ferns. He nosed some substances into place. In his eyes, it had to be perfect and soft for her to lay upon. The ferns were used to start out, covered by the soft, lovely feeling of moss. Once that was finished, Honeythistle blinked his eyes at Cloudstrike, narrowing them slightly at her weird (funny) question. Honeythistle gave her a questioning glance, but he didn’t say anything at first. He focused back on her nest, using his nose to push a fern, who fell out of place, deep back into the nest.
“Nest with cloud, huh?” He repeated, his voice low. His eyes continued to overlook their work, a little satisfaction lighting up his face.
“Maybe for others, yes. But, I prefer to sleep on you.” He joked, even though he didn’t appear that he was joking as he was focused on aligning the moss precisely with the ferns.
“I’d imagine you are as soft as the clouds are.” His voice was distant, eyes looking from one end of the nest to the other. Honeythistle couldn’t speak for using clouds to sleep on, but he had slept next to Cloudstrike on a few occasions, and her pelt could had been made out of the clouds themselves, in his opinion.
“That’s better.” He mewed, brightly. Talking about clouds maneuvered his mind into earlier thoughts while he was getting the fern. Now, he didn’t mind any mollies with the prefix or suffix ‘cloud’ but he did mind it being matched up with a second part that sounded masculine. It was...it just didn’t make him feel good. Cloudstrike’s innocent, sweet nature (obviously her beautiful looks) made him forget that she carried a name of a warrior. She was a queen, now. So, she needed something as sweet and delicate as she was. Honeythistle flicked his eyes to look at her, but he didn’t move his head as he still wanted to focus on her nest.
“Say, Dove,” he started, then slowly began moving around the nest to analyze it.
“How serious are you about your name?” Honeythistle allowed the words to roll off casually so she figured it was a curious question more than a demand.