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Constellation
(Not all of my replies to this RP are going to be this long XD I’m just feeling inspired right now cause I’m sitting by the pool <3)
Dovecoo lay stretched out in the clearing, enjoying the sunlight as it’s rays washed over her. A dull aching feeling emanated from her injured shoulder and she let out the occasional whimper as a particular painful jolt coarsed through her. Back in her warrior days Dovecoo never would have made such a noise, but the spoiled life of a forever queen had changed her. Despite the short amount of time since she was last considered a warrior, Dovecoo had become accustomed to a life devoid of pain. Honeythistle spoiled and protected her and the snowy queen lived a (usually) contented life. She could handle the occasionally sharp pangs of longing that drew her towards hunting or battle practice, the remnants of a different life. She always felt a slight twinge that pushed her towards that life, but Dove had learned how to push that down.
It was days after the battle and the white feline’s shoulder had stopped bleeding, but Dovecoo thought she could still taste the metallic blood when she groomed the fur around the slowly healing scar. Such a small wound would never have affected her so much before her drastic lifestyle change but, her soft new life had changed her pain tolerance. Memories of the battle flooded her mind and made her shiver. It had been particularly hard on Honeythistle. One remnant of her earlier life remained in that Dovecoo was more worried about Honeythistle then herself. The thought of her mate made the pristinely groomed queen sit up and look around. She didn’t see the healing silver tom and flopped back down with a sigh. Dovecoo was antsy for Honeythistle’s return because she desperately wanted to go on a walk. She’d been cooped up in the nursery and clearing ever since the gathering battle and needed the feeling of the forest around her. However, her pregnancy was, obviously, drawing further along and her distended, and growing, stomach suggested to Dovecoo that, very soon, Honeythistle would no longer allow her to leave the clearing. He was protective enough as it was and the day would come soon when he would deny her request to leave on the grounds that she was too pregnant. Then, after the kits, he wouldn’t permit her to leave as often either because she would need to be in the nursery looking after them. A sneaky voice in her head told Dovecoo to just go on a walk by herself, but the new Dovecoo knew better. It wasn’t that she wasn’t necessarily allowed to leave camp, but it would worry Honeythistle if he returned to camp and couldn’t find one of his mates. The battle had let her see a different side of Honeythistle, and while she wasn’t afraid of him, the white queen was more cautious about disobeying him. She didn’t want to hurt him, anyway, so why disobey him at all? Thus, she had formed her own set of rules that she called the “Honey pleasing rules” that were meant solely to make him happy. One of them was that she wouldn’t leave the camp without asking permission and if he’d like to accompany her, especially not while she was pregnant. So, Dovecoo sighed again and awaited the return of her mate, hoping that he wasn’t too tired to be persuaded by her request for him to join her on a walk.