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Ratstar laid on his side in the cool grass, his brown tail wrapped comfortably around his back legs as he watched the sun set beyond the river. Glancing up, he smiled at Poppymask, lifting his head slightly to touch his nose to hers. "You're right as always, darlin'," he purred lovingly. "This sure is relaxin'." He'd been working too much, his mate had bluntly told him as she more or less dragged him out on what he was now realizing was another date. Had he been working too hard? The Summerclan leader hadn't even noticed, but Poppymask had never steered him wrong before...unless this was just another ploy to get more one on one time with him. Though he wasn't exactly complaining either way. Jadie
"It's always a good day when you take my advice. I wish more cats would do it but, alas, no one likes to hear it how it is," Poppymask purred, to be honest she was after cuddle time with Ratstar more than anything else, but a smaller part of her agreed that he needed a break. The Clans were growing more and more restless as the weather grew warmer: It seemed everyone had lost their marbles save for SummerClan, which was running as smoothly as always, even with the weird new deputy, "Ah, I wouldn't trade a day like today for anything, but too bad it won't last. Before long we're going to have dozen little reasons why we can't get any sleep..."
The Queen was quite plump, due any day now, in fact she was probably overdue. However, due to her lazy nature, she'd only just managed to keep labor at bay.
"Maybe it's jus' cause I love hearin' the sound o' your voice." Ratstar purred with a soft laugh, nuzzling her beneath her chin and taking in her scent. Most cats, even here in Summerclan, had trouble getting along with Poppymask. Even their own kits did sometimes, as much as they adored her. But this tom wouldn't give up time spent with her for the world, just like how she'd never trade a day with him. They understood each other, more than anyone else. Though, speaking of kits... "Ya figure out who the baby daddy is this time?" He responded with a snort, only half-joking. The Summerclan leader was...at least fifty percent sure the kits might actually be his this time, though he couldn't be bothered to care either way. He was just happy to be a dad once again, and Poppymask knew that. "I'm surprised Graythorn doesn't have ya on nursery rest o' somethin', considerin' how close ya are. Ya feelin' okay there, sweetheart?"
"You're the father, of course!" Poppymask purred, rubbing her cheek against Ratstar's as if that was enough proof to confirm it. But let's be serious. Poppymask collected lovers just as eagerly as she collected flowers. It had come to the point now that even a flippant liar such as her self had a hard time defending the truth. Thankfully for her, her very favorite partner, her soul-mate in fact, didn't seem to mind her wandering eye, and for that she owed him some honestly, "But, hypothetically speaking, if they did have a different father, it would probably be the sweet little carnation Oceanscent. You know, the one from SwiftClan? Such a cutie... he's got nothing on you though, babe."
She nuzzled even closer to Ratstar, purring loudly, "Oh, and Graython did say something about bedrest, but that's basically what I'm doing here so it's all good, ya know?"
Ratstar suddenly lifted his head, raising a surprised brow at her. "Wait. Hang on. Oceanscent? Isn't that ol' Chim's son?" Back when Summerclan and Swiftclan were thick as thieves, it was Chimerastar his mate had her sights set on. Honestly Ratstar couldn't blame her though; he knew a well-looking tom when he saw one. From what he remembered, Oceanscent looked almost identical to his father, didn't he? The leader attempted to give Poppymask a stern look; attempted being the operative word as he burst into laughter within moments. "Ha! Ya hit a cliff, ya dig a hole, ain't I right?" Still giggling, he leaned up and began to groom his mate, licking around her ears fondly. "Ya always keep me on my toes darlin', don 'cha know? That's why you're my gal."
Poppymask blushed at Ratstar's laughter. See, this was why she was never honest, it left just enough room in her heart to get embarrassed! She gave her chest a few nervous licks to diffuse the tension she wasn't used to experiencing and cleared her throat, "Yeah but, like I said, that's just hypothetical. They could be anyone's--- I mean, uh, that they could NOT be anyone's BUT yours! Cuz you're my very favorite sweet little alstroemeria!"
The red-faced queen buried twisted her face into the ground, giving Ratstar access to groom the back of her neck, which was particularly full and fluffy. It was a very comfortable retreat for her as she used her mate's front paws as a pillow of sorts, "For the record, if the kits are red or gold it's because I'm that color...!" She murmured.
Ratstar's giggles died down and his gaze turned fond as Poppymask squirmed in embarrassment as she tried to backtrack, eventually burying her face in his paws to hide her expression from him. "Hey now, darlin'," he purred, continuing to groom her long, soft, fluffy fur. It billowed around her like a cloud, and when the sunlight hit it just right, it looked like she had big ol' wings. He was looking forward to a bunch of little ones darting around the nursery with fur just like it, or perhaps bright tabby stripes, like the ones he and Oceanscent had. "You're beautiful, ya know that?" he continued, nuzzling her neck slightly. "I love ya, sweetheart. Ain't nothin' ever gonna change that."
"Oh I know," Poppymask purred, her embarrassment fading the exact second that her mate stroked her ego. Still on his paws, she rolled onto her back with her face just below his. Looking up at him from that angle further highlighted her crossed eyes, "I really am pretty, aren't I? I have such luxurious, long, soft fluffy fur, I can tell the other she-cats... especially Thunderstorm... are super jealous. You and I make the most beautiful kittens, more beautiful than any other kittens ever, except for, of course, our first litter!!!"
Ratstar playfully rolled his eyes as his mate gloated about herself, leaning down to touch his nose to hers. Poppymask had quite the ego, as he knew all too well. To her credit, a lot of the things she boasted about she could actually back up, though he did slightly wish 'humble' was a word in her personal dictionary, for his generally unamused clanmates' sake rather than his own. As he lifted his head, he paused, considering her words. "Actually, speaking o' Thunderstorm," Definitely not a start to a sentence that his mate would like, but please bear with him darlin' he was goin' somewhere with this. "If...'hypothetically', your kits' father was Oceanscent, that would make your kits and Thunderstorm's kits kin, wouldn't it? She's Chimerastar's sister, after all."
Poppymask stiffened, immediately put off at the mention of Thunderstorm. They hadn't talked much but it was no secret among Clan gossip that Poppymask at hated the other she-cat. There were a lot of theories why they didn't get along but the truth was actually quite simple: Poppymask did not like sharing the nursery.
"Well the kits are yours, so talking with these hypothetics or whatever is a waste of time. But to be safe I'll make sure to keep our kits separate from hers, I don't want any of them falling for that nasty old she-cat's children anyway!"
"I'd rather ya raise them together as family, darlin'," Ratstar sighed in exasperation, lowering himself into a loafed sitting position so that he could rest his head beside hers. "Thunderstorm an' Pantherclaw ain't never been mean t' ya, an' their kits could make good cousins an' friends t' our soon-t'-be-lil'-ones, ya know?" He leaned in and nuzzled her neck again. "I know ya don' like sharin' the nursery, sweetheart, but I think our kits will be lucky t' have so many other members o' the clan around their age, like our oldest ones 'ave with Fisherpaw and Pikepaw." The leader wasn't always able to keep a close eye on their first litters' apprentice training with the business that came with leading a clan, but even he had noticed how close Sunpaw and Fisherpaw were, and he and Poppymask had a secret betting pool about when Weevilpaw and Pikepaw would eventually become mates.
"I just can't imagine any of my babies being friends with any of that old cow's," Poppymask grumbled, turning her face away from Ratstar with her ears pinned back, like an apprentice being scolded for neglecting her chores, "They may not have been mean to you or even to me directly but they've made my life miserable and know it! But whatever, if you want to let our kids grow up with theirs, then you can do that, you're the leader after all."
... Let our kids grow up with theirs... Did Poppymask not realize that that was the future she was facing no matter what!?
Ratstar resisted the urge to roll his eye again; clearly any conversation featuring Thunderstorm was going to go nowhere, at least until Poppymask had the nursery to herself again - maybe then he could try urging the two to get along - but for now he decided it was safer to simply change the subject. Poppymask had treated him to this date, after all; it wouldn't do to have her in a bad mood. "Ya know, on the subject o' our kits, I've been talkin' t' Grasslizard an' Daydreamer lately; looks like our darlin' Azaleapaw an' Weevilpaw are nearly ready fer their warrior names. I haven't gotten a chance t' speak with Satinshore, but I'm sure Molepaw's been workin' hard too."
"Sunpaw has been ready for promotion for some time - she's a natural when it comes to being a Garden Keeper, obviously," Poppymask said before addressing the other kits. It was no secret that she had a soft spot for her mini-me daughter, further strengthened by her status as her mentor, "The rest of them are brilliant as well, I'm sure Satinshore will only have positive things to say regarding our dear son as well. However, I do have one special request... my - our - kits are due any day now. I'd like them to be here for the ceremony." So I can dress them up and parade them around in celebration of how amazing MY family is was left unspoken but heavily implied, "Do you think they could wait just a few more weeks?"
Ratstar considered the request for a moment. None of their older kits had been told that they'd be receiving warrior names soon, but it was obvious that they were on par with the warriors now, and Weevil and Azalea were getting a bit antsy about it. Still, Poppymask had a point; it would be even more special if the lil' ones were here to watch their big siblings, wouldn't it? "Alright darlin'," he finally agreed, nodding his head. "I'll hold 'em back just a bit longer so the lil' ones'll get t' see their siblings get promoted. But it'll be up t' you t' come up with somethin' fer 'em t' do in the meantime." It wasn't much of a request; Ratstar was sure Poppymask already had a long list of things she wanted their kits to do in the nursery before their second litter came.
Sure her older kits may be a bit miffed over being held back, but they would get over it. In fact, Sunpaw would probably be even happy about it! Purring, Poppymask dug her head into Ratstar's chest and gave him a few loving strokes, "I'll be sure to keep them busy. A garden keeper's work is never done, after all, and I've barely been able to get out to my garden since Graythorn put me on nestrest..." She frowned and glared at an unruly tuft of fur on Ratstar's chest, imaging Graythorn's stupid face, "... Lame old man, thinks he can tell me what I can and can't do, I've had kits a couple times, I know what I'm doing!"
