[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by Beau

It felt good to just work with Honeythistle. For a few moments, neither cat spoke and they simply focused on the task at paw, something Cloudstrike had never been good at. The two of them fixed the nest in silence until Cloudstrike’s thoughtful nature got the better of her and she spoke up with a curious question about clouds. Honeythistle seemed to find her question odd, since he gave her a questioning look. He turned away from her and repeated her question while Cloudstrike simply watched him. His joke was said with a straight face, making it harder for the innocent molly to discern the joking aspect. Her feathery tail fluffed up in a semblance of embarrassment. She wasn’t really embarrassed, though, since the feline almost never felt that emotion. She was more flustered and made that clear by stuttering a few syllables and looking at her paws as she shuffled them before glancing up at Honeythistle with sparkling eyes. “I’m sure I’m not!”The queen laughed, brushing her tail on Honeythistle’s shoulder and leaning in to nose through his fur as he had done earlier. Even as Honeythistle spoke admiringly of her new nest, Cloudstrike buried her face in Honeythistle’s fur and leaned almost her entire weight on him. Honeythistle was incredibly strong, after all, he could support her weight. Honeythistle caught her attention by saying her name, making the queen stand up to look at him. Cloudstrike watched Honeythistle move around the nest, keeping her wondering eyes on his face. She blinked questioning lay at his odd question. His tone seemed nonchalant but the question was still rather weird. “My name?” She repeated, tilting her head, “Well...Maybe not as serious as some?” Cloudstrike had no idea how to answer his question or how he wanted her to answer. What did it mean to be serious about one’s name?

Honeythistle had been focused on Cloudstrike’s nest more than the feline herself. When she asked him a seemingly innocent, yet amusing question, he answered in a joking manner. However, his voice was more straightforward as he was making sure his mate’s nest was as comfortable that she would like it. His ears swiveled towards her stammering words, and slowly he brought his head upwards to stare at her, a mischeavious glint in his eyes. “You wanna test that theory?” He let out a husky purr when the molly embraced him. He was nodding, approving of the semi-finished nest. All they needed to do was add the lovely flowers to make it complete. The tom turned his head to give Cloudstrike a few gentle licks to her ear as she nosed through his fur. He allowed the snowy queen to stay there for a while relishing in their closeness upon their new union. He had nuzzled the molly before he gently called his nickname for her. She was brought out her dazed state, and Honeythistle took his time to value the work they put into this nest together. She answered his question, so he stole a glance at her to see if she understand what he meant. When he flicked his ears, he allowed himself to not address such issue. She probably took it in a literal, anyway. Honeythistle purred, “Good,” he says. He brushed his tail against the nest to remove any dust or dirt that found home on it. After he felt the nest was complete for now, he padded next to Cloudstrike, pressing his pelt against her and bent his muzzle down to nuzzle her ear. “We’re going to change it.” He whispered, deeply. “To something sweet, pure, and innocent. Would you like that?” The silver tom purred. Even if she didn’t like it, Honeythistle was still going to force her to get it changed. On the other paw, he felt that Cloudstrike was cooperative and wouldn’t question him about such.