[dionysus]

Originally Posted by Constellation

Honeythistle was actually happy to hear such news...a little surprised, but never deterred when he created such a beautiful gift that Dovecoo will experience with motherhood. It was her first litter, and the first litters were always the toughest. And...who knows? Maybe he’ll have more sons? His other queens had a knack for producing daughters for him, and the sons that were born, were all troublemakers. Honeythistle just hoped that he would have a son he could be proud of. “Half a moon, huh?” He iterated, quietly. He gently used his tail to rub Dovecoo’s abdomen. Looking up with a pleasant smile, he asked, “Are you ready for them?” Dovecoo appeared to be calm. A lot calmer than the average queen squealing with glee that she was with kits, but Dovecoo appeared like she did every time he saw her. Calm, happy, and eyes filled with undeniable love. “Are you sincerely ready to step into the world of motherhood? With kits of your own to care for? Warning you now, Dove. These kits are yours. So, you can’t get rid of them like you could with your step-kits,” he chuckled. He did remember their talk in the den about her wanting kits of her own. Truly, he wanted to wait before he had another litter, but life needed no planning. These kits were created, and now they were developing.

Dovecoo didn't know much about Honeythistle's kits, but she believed that she knew plenty about kits in general. She wasn't well-versed in the art of taking care of kits, but she knew much about the mind of a kit. Kits were curious, abstract little creatures and very similar to the queen herself. However, few cats would likely think Dovecoo completely prepared for the responsibility. The scatter-brained molly was far from the most responsible cat. However, Dovecoo rarely fully understood anything and therefore was not worried about the coming kits. Dovecoo listened to Honeythistle's warning with the same calm, vacant gaze. "I'm sure it will be fine." She assured Honeythistle in an airy voice.