[Empress Of Evil]

Originally Posted by Random Melody

Snowstar let her gaze roam for a while longer before she finally caught sight of the gray-pelted warrior. He seemed to notice her as well, because he was beaming at her. The leader stretched before heading over to him, her black tail high in the air, flicking back and forth gently. "Stormy!" She cheered, lowering her muzzle slightly toward the ground to press her nose to the white flakes she was named after, but only for a second before she padded closer to Stormstrike. "It's cold." She mewed, and then, as if to show him, she pressed her freezing nose lightly to his cheek before whisking it away again, giggling before settling down beside her mate. Her best friend. She'd been neglecting him lately and she knew that wasn't fair, so it was nice to spend some time with her while she was finally free. "Hi." She said simply, her ice blue eyes just shining with affection as her gaze met Stormstrike's.

What she felt for the Tom just didn't come to her naturally in words. She couldn't describe it, the way her heart jumped and seemed to twist and warm and how safe and loved and happy she felt around him. For some reason she just couldn't. Even that small description wouldn't be enough - Words just weren't enough. But that was okay, because she showed him. Like right now, the look in her eyes, the way she brushed her tail tip against his, the way she smiled and giggled and the soft, loving tone in her voice, all of that was showing Stormstrike just how much she absolutely adored him. As a lover, and as a best friend.

The tom was purring when he saw his mate padding over to him, but his purrs cut off abruptly as the Siamese pressed her nose to his cheek. The coldness of her nose sent a shiver running through his body. He shook his fur as best he could in his position, as if trying to shake the cold out of his body. This was one of the things that Stormstrike didn't like about leaf-bare; the cold. He also didn't like the lack of prey. Although he liked the snow at least. It was beautiful despite the little warmth that each flake contained.
"Hey," he purred, giving the leader a small lick on her cheek. It had been a while since they had had the time to sit down and have a proper conversation. Whilst Snowstar had been busy with her leadership duties, the tom had continued on with life and had tried his best to make a few new friends. He wasn't particularly good with making friends and while he had made a few, he still felt quite antisocial. It had been hard not being able to talk to Snowstar. She was not only his mate but his best friend to. It was easy to talk to her but it was nowhere near as easy for him to talk to other cats. There was nothing wrong with the warrior, he just wasn't a social cat. He preferred to stay near those that he knew well.

As the she-cat lay down beside him, the tom shuffled over a little and pressed up against her. One reason for this was that he was cold, the other reason being that he just wanted to. For a short moment, there was a silence between them. Rather than a conversation of words, the pair seemed to have a conversation of affection. And rather than voicing their affection vocally, it instead showed through with their actions and eyes. "Our kits are apprentices now," he remarked quietly, his pale blue eyes shining with pride. It surprised him to see how quickly the six moons had passed. Now their kits were apprentices and training to be warriors. He trusted Snowstar's judgement over who would be their mentors. Now that they had moved up a rank, the tom was very excited to watch them grow into fine young warriors.