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Originally Posted by Constellation
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.
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Cloudstrike echoed Honeythistle’s purr as she leaned against him, both of them focusing their eyes on the nest before them. Cloudstrike was, at the moment, thinking about all the flowers she could choose from. Sunflowers, roses, peonies, etc. She purred absentmindedly as Honeythistle leaned down to lick her ear. Cloudstrike felt as if she’d never gotten this much attention from Honeythistle before. She was reveling in it. A single thought in her whirlwind mind told her that it wouldn’t last but the rest of the thoughts, those of happiness and hope that the moment would last forever, overwhelmed it. The nest was almost finished and it looked good, if she said so herself. Her thoughts were interrupted by Honeythistle’s voice and odd question. The feline couldn’t help feeling like her answer was wrong, even though the question didn’t have right or wrong answers. She only felt that way because she didn’t particularly understand it. It was an unusual question. Honeythistle seemed to like her answer though, as he purred and said that it was good. Still confused, Cloudstrike watched him brush dust off of the nest and tilted her head to spur more speech from the tom. When he returned to her, Cloudstrike presses against him with all of the vigor that he used to press against her. She purred as Honeythistle nuzzled her ear but silenced that noise when she heard his words. “Change it? Cloudstrike repeated, pulling away to look at Honeythistle, “Why?” She couldn’t stop herself from asking the question. Changing one’s name was a big deal, after all. Would you like that? Cloudstrike honestly didn’t know how she felt about it. The snowy queen wasn’t totally against it. After all, hasn’t she longed for a more musical name after hearing the names of his other mates? They were all so beautiful and elegant. She had wanted to be like them. But she had wished for that not thinking it would or could happen. “Can I do that?” She asked, staring dreamily into the distance. What would she even change it to? Cloudstrike flicked her bright blue eyes onto Honeythistle and queried, “Would it be something elegant and beautiful? Like Pearlstream?” She brought up his other mate’s name hopefully, remembering how pretty she had thought it upon hearing it for the first time. Why not change her name? She was beginning to grow excited now. Plenty of cats wished they could change their name and now she was being given the opportunity.