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Post by Honeystorm on Nov 30, 2020 20:46:50 GMT -5
Things had gone back to normal pretty quickly for Thunderstorm and Condorstrike. Some days, it seemed like they'd never been apart, laughing and laying together under the son. Others, the older she-cat could tell the tom was distant. She wondered just what Vixenkismet had done to make him this way, but she didn't prod him, or force him into doing things if he was clearly uncomfortable. Some days, she just laid at his side in silence, a quiet and comforting presence to assure him he wasn't alone, she was there for him. And she wasn't going anywhere.
Today was a special day, and the Garden Keeper wore a thin crown of baby's breath flowers on the top of her head, though she wasn't entirely sure Condorstrike would even understand the clue. Regardless, the black pawed she-cat wore a vibrant, carefree smile as she practically dragged the tom out of camp. "We need to get some moss!" She insisted, though she didn't explain why.
When he was just a foolish young apprentice with a crush on his friend, he had imagined days like this often: just walking and swimming with her by his side, going out on late night hunting patrols that weren't so bad with such good company by his side. He dreamed about epic adventures too, but a part of Condorstrike had always longed for domesticity, even back then... and then she found another love, and he was crushed, but he thought he moved on to something better. He was a fool then too, falling back into the same pattern as his father, but he found his way out.
And now, he had Thunderstorm back at his side, incredibly. It was a dream come true that he didn't deserve, but he wasn't about to waste time questioning it; he just wanted to bask in the easy rhythm they'd found in each other. "Okay, okay," he chuckled, following after her. He ran at her side, letting their fur brush just casually; he was always hesitant to be overly affectionate with her, especially in public. "How much do we need? Is it time for new apprentices already?"
They ran further away from camp, and at the last possible moment, Thunderstorm tackled him, dragging them both down to the ground and sent rolling with a giggle until she had him pinned gently to the ground, her grin wide as the flower crown sat now askew on her head, a low purr rumbling in her chest as her hazel eyes danced. "I don't know, Condorstrike. How much moss do you think a pregnant queen requires?" The Garden Keeper's question was thoughtful, and she tapped a paw to her chin as if genuinely thinking about the question, though her smile never left her face, that twinkling look in her eye simply waiting for him to realize.
The attack came from nowhere, and Condorstrike tensed beneath her, his paws rising to shove her away instinctively. He moved, fluid but clumsy, hooking his paws around her neck and preparing to thrust her away, his lips drawing back. His head sung with songs of betrayal - he trusted her, was she really turning on him too? - but he had just enough control to hold himself back, and he waited for her to strike the first blow.
And then he saw her grin and the flicker of aggression was gone immediately, almost as if it had never been. His rational self took over again, reminding him firmly that she was different from his old mate. His heart was still pounding, but for a new reason, and he wrapped his paws further around her neck and pulled her down into his warm embrace.
"Oh, Thunderstorm," he breathed, "that's great news!" He was glad she couldn't see his face in this position, he looked more terrified than happy, but by the time he pulled back to nuzzle her, he was smiling broadly. He was happy, he was ecstatic, he never imagined he would have a third chance to start a family; he was also terrified he would do it wrong, there were so many intricacies that he could ruin, but he trusted Thunderstorm wouldn't let him destroy this litter. "We're going to need a ton of moss, and... and it is for you, right?" How stupid he would look if she was talking about Seasparkleflash...
