[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by Beau

Cloudstrike barely noticed Honeythistle's hummed response, her mind still swirling with the implications of changing her name. He answered her first question, the question of why. The answer didn't provide much insight, but Cloudstrike didn't know what else she had expected from the tom. Honeythistle wasn't one to entertain questions of his motives. Cloudstrike was intrigued by the prospect, she had never considered it before. Honeythistle pushed her with words of her being crazy not to and with his nose touching her ear. He spoke again, this time more firmly, shaking her out of her thoughts. So, it was decided. She was changing her name. Part of her was disappointed but she didn't try to argue. The molly was already getting used to her new lifestyle. The only choice she had now was which name she was going to take. "I do love Pearlstream's name. It seems so elegant!" Honeythistle agreed that the name was beautiful and the two of them began to think up new names for her. The silver tom mentioned her nickname then seemed to get an idea. Dove? Cloudstrike liked the sound of that. It could make a lovely name. She started thinking of new Dove names but Honeythistle started listing them off, and the snowy queen decided to simply listen. A calm smile found its way onto her face and she sat down. With each name, Cloudstrike scrunched up her nose and shook her head. "Aw, thank you!" She purred with a laugh at his compliment, bumping lovingly against him. "Mm, I agree. Not your best." The she-cat teased after hearing 'Dovepelt.' Finally though, the perfect name graced the air: Dovecoo. It was beautiful, sweet, elegant. It fit her white, dove soft fur and lovely singing voice. "I love it." Cloudstrike smiled and nosed Honeythistle's fur.

Honeythistle felt proud of himself for a moment. Usually, he left naming to his mates when it came to his kits as he believed he wasn’t full blown creative, but he was happy to have come up with Cloud - Dovecoo’s new name. It sounded so beautiful, and Honeythistle let out a blissful sigh. “So, we both agree, ay? Good.” Now, with a new life, a new name, itnwas like a new future for his Dove, more than himself. Nosing the back of her neck with his snout in a vigorous manner, he inhaled the dove-furred molly’s scent like it was the oxygen he needed to breath. Honeythistle didn’t note any disappointment or reluctance when it came to his mates. And, if he had, it went over his head as he believed everything he did for them was for the greater good. Beside, wasn’t love all about sacrifice? Only, Honeythistle’s greedy nature gave him more of a bargain than he needed. But, as he cuddled his new mate, pressing himself against her, he figured he wouldn’t have to worry much. She’d fit in just fine. Giving her ear a lick, Honeythistle flicked his tail and brushed against her before beginning to walk away, “So, how about those flowers..?” He called out. That’s the only thing she was missing from her nest. Then, their job would be completed. Honeythistle paused in his stroll as he started to stretch his limbs, hearing them crack to a degree at his satisfaction. When he shook out his fur, giving a regal sense, he padded along slowly, his tail swishing gently behind him. If he were quick to do this deed, maybe he could catch a nap and some relaxation time. He felt his paws aching and the calluses under his pads brought a faint pain, but like every flaw Honeythistle refused to acknowledge about himself, he brushed it aside.