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Originally Posted by Beau
Cloudstrike flicked an ear as a quiet sound reached it. The molly no longer believed she was doing anything wrong, though, so she didn’t bother to investigate it. Her eyes were locked on her target and he mind focused for once. She had no idea that Honeythistle was following her, beside that one little sound. Her skills had been dulled by moons of disuse and she could not tell that someone was behind her. Secure in her beliefs that she was alone and not doing anything wrong, Cloudstrike leapt. Just as her claws touched her prey, a loud voice shattered the quiet of the forest by shouting her name. Suddenly understanding how prey felt, Cloudstrike jumped. Honeythistle’s voice had startled her, but she had still managed to catch the frog. Ears anxiously flattened to her head, Cloudstrike turned around with a demure smile and light eyes. “Hi, Honey...” She mewed in the most quiet, unprovoking voice she could. Apparently, she had been wrong. Honey was most definitely upset. “I wanted a snack and you weren’t around so I figured I’d find one myself...” Her argument didn’t sound as convincing under Honeythistle’s piercing stare. Feeling it break down, she added in an almost whisper, “We can share if you like...” Slowly, Cloudstrike picked up her frog and brought it to Honeythistle, dropping it in front of him with a persuasive smile. |
When the white feline greeted him, Honeythistle simply stared on, his greenish yellow gaze piercing through her, and a grim line of a smile appeared on his maw. He made no sudden movement, just the sound of his breathing made his ears twitch. Honeythistle had the right to be angry with her; she hunted. She knew the rules! He repeated her words,
"You wanted a snack," he paused, making sure that they both were consuming this information.
"But, you couldn't find me," Another pause.
"So, you found one yourself?" His voice sounded calm, but if noted correctly, it held that eerie poisonous emotion that he knew would blow up into rage.
"You could had looked for me!" The silver tom yelled, his pelt bristling every which way. The calm before the storm was over, he was overreacting. Anyone around them could see that much. Yet, everyone around them could not throw their two cents in. This was their relationship, their business alone. She was his mate, and though he didn't control excessively of what she thought or what she did, common sense was that she listened to him. Honeythistle didn't know why it was taking her so long to comprehend the rules. She was still independent - yes. But, she was still dependent on him. Unfortunately, he fell in love with this wide-eyed, blue-eyed, angelically white-furred beauty. He was crazy about her. She drove him insane, sometimes. Honeythistle resided to pacing for a moment, first staring down at the catch, and shaking his head.
"I prefer not." He growled, then proceeded to move back and forth as he thought about what he was gonna do with this molly. It dawned on him, that earlier he claimed her as his mate - yet, she was not. At least, not yet. She accepted the rules, but she did not pay much respect towards him. Was that because she was not his full time mate? Perhaps, so. Honeythistle stopped his pacing, staring at Cloudstrike with a thoughtful expression. The quicker she became his mate, the quicker he could get her...situated. In the right direction.
"Cloudstrike," he paused, staring at her solemnly.
"Do you remember what I taught you? Do you remember what I expect of you and from you?"