[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by Beau

Dovecoo settled into her newly created nest with a happy sigh. The whole thing smelled of lilac and daisies, the flowers that her and Honeythistle had found. Now, it was time to rest and try out her new nest. She wasn’t completely sure where Honeythistle was, but she wasn’t worried. Ever since they’d met his mother, Honeythistle had been very attentive. Surely, he’d return soon. In the mean time, Dovecoo just wanted to relax; they’d been working practically all morning on her nest. Dovecoo shook her shoulders comfortably and turned her diamond gaze on her little weed which still stood strong to the side of her nest. The sight made her purr and she put her head down on the border of the nest, closing her eyes. He’s mind strayed to her new name. It was elegant and pretty and made her happier than she thought it would. While the queen missed her old name, she also appreciated the beauty of the new name. Happily, her mind moved on to other things as quickly as ever. Thoughts of Honeythistle popped in and out and she occasionally wondered where he was while wondering other things: like what flowers would sound like if they could talk.

It had been a long day, in the opinion of Honeythistle. The whole morning, he’d been running about with the newly renamed queen, Dovecoo. From meeting his mother, and introducing her to her other sister wives, he helped her create a comfy nest settled in the nursery, her forever residence. Honeythistle had bid Dovecoo a goodbye so that she could settle into the new place she would be sleeping. So, for the rest of that midday, the silver tom was around his eldest sons. A little bonding time with Crimsonblaze, Bronzeflash, and Nightfallpaw. When night was beginning to show, and the trees above them darkened to their clan’s namesake, faintly Honeythistle caught the sight of Silverpelt. Honeythistle recommended his kits to get some sleep, and happily Nightfallpaw followed his father until he was directed toward the apprentices’ den. Honeythistle allowed himself to stretch first, leaning down to crack every stressed bone in his body before he brought himself up to fluff out his pelt. He was headed straight towards the warriors’ den until the nursery passed his sight, and the thought of Dovecoo entered his mind. Was she settling in well? Had she already fallen asleep? Honeythistle slowly padded into the nursery, acknowledging the other queens with a brief nod of his head. He decided he would say goodnight to all his queens, give them a tender lick, then go off to enter a light sleep himself. When he got to Dovecoo. The beautiful Molly laying in her newly constructed nest, Honeythistle calmly padded up to her and purred. “Is it comfortable enough?” He asked, then bent his head down to lick between her ears. “I just wanted to wish you all a good night and sweet dreams,” He nuzzled the alabaster cat’s cheek before pulling away, and staring attentively at her with a ghosted smile on his maw.