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Originally Posted by Constellation
There was no doubt that the silver tom was spending time with a new molly. While his mates were scattered in the nursery, Honeythistle begged for attention like a newborn kit. Only, he didn't want to steal the attention of the mothers who were currently nursing his kits. But, even if this phenomenal white she cat was stealing a piece of his heart, Honeythistle Trekker his way near the nursery. The place where the queens resided. He welcomed himself like a fresh breeze, his coat seeming to glow. His haunting eyes darted around for a specific target. A ginger target that he felt he haven't talked to in a while. Truly, Strawberrythorn had baffled him. He knew she was his independent mate. She never really asked for much. Unless she was too proud to, but he still loved her nonetheless. As his gaze finally fell upon the queen grooming herself. Honeythistle padded towards her, not acknowledging the other queens or their kits since they weren't his. He made himself known to the flamed she cat and circled around her until he found a comfortable spot; settling himself behind her. In public, he was a pretty stoic tom, expressionless, doesn't seem to care. Unless one of his mates or his kits was around him, they would see his utmost affectionate side. He roamed his gaze over her form before purring deeply. "Missed me?" He teased, knowing fully well that he seen her every day, every moment as the sun was in the sky, and every night as the moon was ready to rise. Something was bothering her. She was looking around forlornly. "Aw, what's wrong, Strawberrythorn?" He asked, gently, rubbing his head in the crook of her neck for a moment. "I'd thought you'd be happy to be back...here." He didn't like Riverclan much, but he had took in a Riverclan she cat as one of his mates. Usually when cats came back to the clan they were born in...weren't they suppose to be happy?
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(Oh goodness Strawberry isn't gonna like the thought of one more sister wife X3)
Strawberrythorn welcomed Honeythistle's presence with a simple flick of her ear. She wasn't really feeling up to talking to him at the moment, she could tell he had been up to something. "Hmmm no. If I did I clearly would've come and found you." She meowed, finally turning to look at her mate, scanning him over with her blue eyes. She hadn't seen him much, sure, they did talk everyday, but lately it had been quick and swift, simple checking up on each other. Strawberrythorn was silently grateful that today, he had come in with the full intent on having some quality time with her. At his next words, Strawberrythorn flicked him in the face with her tail. "Are you kidding? I am exhilarated to be back! I missed the scent of the river so much! It's just..." Strawberrythorn flicked her eyes around once more, letting out a small sigh when she didn't spot her sister's golden pelt anywhere. "I don't think I can face Honeypool again." Now, Strawberrythorn might seem like she didn't have a heart, but family meant a lot to her. Not just blood family, but chosen family too. In this case though, it was blood family. And Honeypool was her only sister, the cat that Strawberrythorn should've gotten along with the easiest in her litter. But that certainly didn't happen.
She could feel deep regret at her kithood decisions clawing at her stomach, and it made her want to hide. But Strawberrythorn wasn't a hider, no. If Honeypool happened to see her, the ginger feline knew that she would continue on with her head held high. "I just.... Don't know the right way to apologize." Strawberrythorn murmured, nuzzling Honeythistle back. At times, she was grateful for her mate's large stature, as when she was feeling down, it always comforted her to know that he was there for her. And only her. He might have other mates, but the ginger queen let herself believe that she was the main mate, the top dog.
Not too far from where the two Shadowclan cats lay, a young Riverclan queen lay in her nest, orange eyes focused on the task at hand she was performing. Orangesplatter was rearranging the moss in her nest, hoping to make it comfortable for her two kits, Rojokit and Amarillokit. If she did this, she hoped it would help her two rowdy sons go to sleep faster tonight. But as she was doing this, something diverted her attention. Those sharp orange eyes caught sight of a ginger and white pelt, and she froze. It can't be him, can it? Was that egotistical mouse-brain back to apologize for never coming back to her, for breaking their relationship off like it was nothing? For leaving her alone, young and with kits? Orangesplatter sure hoped so, so she could give him a piece of her mind. She had loved him, and she felt he had too, but now here she was alone and heartbroken.
But wait why would he be in the Riverclan nursery? She of course knew that the Shadowclan cats were currently staying in Riverclan. Oh that's right,
he is a Shadowclan warrior! Orangesplatter took a deep breath, and dared to look up. But what she saw wasn't the cat whom had broke her heart. She saw a pure ginger she-cat, with a silver tom lying close to her. The way their pelts mingled had made Orangesplatter think she had seen Crimsonblaze.
But something about the large silver tom's eyes made her take a closer look at the two. That color... Orangesplatter instantly saw Crimsonblaze's eyes, they were the exact same color. Are those his parents?
While Orangesplatter was thinking hard, she didn't realize that she was staring at the two cats still, with narrowed eyes. What a great first impression.