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The golden feline slips out of the den after Cinderstar, green eyes tracing the soft features of her mate in the sunlight. She felt warm and content. As the silver she-cat watches their Clanmates, Nectarflame continues to watch her. In all of her time here, she never imagined that she would turn into such a... Soft, doting lover. And yet here she was, peacefully observing the best thing to have happened to her thus far. A soft smile faintly surfaces upon her maw for a heartbeat before the cat pads out to a shady patch of the clearing to view the meeting. She did not worry about being close today, she knew what was going to happen, and she was quite prepared (and quite sure that her love was prepared too).