ShadowClan Life Before Destruction

[dionysus]

Originally Posted by Constellation

After the meeting with his mother, Honeythistle started to lead Cloudstrike towards the nursery. His initial plan was to help her get settled in; this would be the home she should get used to. The smells she needed to soak in. Most importantly, she needed to observe the other queens, because she will officially be a queen once she have his kits. A purr rumbled endearingly from his throat as he caught site of his small kits. Albeit huddled in a corner playing around. Normally, he would be joining in the fun, as it was the only time when he allowed himself to loosen up; to play the good father role. But, he came here for a specific reason. He wanted Cloudstrike to her nestled in, possibly meet the other queens. Socialize with them. Make friends. Stay in a Molly's face. The Tom turned back his head to get a good glimpse at the beauty beside him, just to make sure she didn't wander off anywhere. Then, he turned back around, in a corner of the den he could make out the silver lining of a well-built molly. His green eyes lit up immediately. Wasn't it a joy to see her? He knew he had been neglecting her - and, obviously it wasn't on purpose - he didn't want to steal too much of her attention away from their darling kit, Daturakit. Although, Daturakit was soon about to become an apprentice just like his other small ones, Twilight, Nightfall, and Evening. "Hmm," maybe it wouldn't be so bad to introduce Cloudstrike to her new sister wife. Especially since the pretty burmilla was laying right there. "Cloudstrike, come on. I want you to meet Pearlstream. She's my other mate." He said this with a casualty. As if it were the most normal in the world as he sauntered his way towards the other queen. Being the affectionate tom he was, he bent down his head to give her a few tender licks to alert her of his presence.

@Beau | @Mystical

Cloudstrike padded quietly behind Honeythistle. Meeting Cedartuft and being called Honeythistle’s mate had left her in an excited and jovial mood. She couldn’t stop herself from skipping through the forest and purring as they headed back to camp, presumably. Honeythistle hadn’t included her in his thinking so Cloudstrike didn’t know where they were headed, but she flounced along after him regardless. Soon enough, they reached the nursery, making it apparent that it was their destination. The molly followed Honeythistle into the den, only somewhat disappointed that they were going into a stuffy den instead of on an adventure. The air around her was warm and smelled of milk. It was sweet and held a calming note. Cloudstrike liked the feeling of the nursery. It seemed nice and warm and calm while still being joyous and loud with the mewls and laughs of kits. The pristine white queen poked her head around Honeythistle to see what he was looking at, noticing his happy purr. He seemed relaxed and it made the molly smile. Cloudstrike slipped forward to stand beside Honeythistle to see what he was looking at. His eyes rested on another molly, a silver one. She must have been one of the tom’s other mates. Her theory was proven correct as Honeythistle spoke soon after. “Hello, Pearlstream. It’s nice to meet you.” Cloudstrike chirped as she trotted dutifully after Honeythistle. She stood with her fur brushing his, wondering if this was all they had come to do.
@Mystical

[NightWarrior4Life]

Originally Posted by Swiftheart

"Thanks.Before we go,how nice is the leader?" She asked,but it wasn't nervousnes or fear,but mere curiosity.

"Very nice! But Goldenstar can be a bit serious when they need to be." She placed the tip of her orange tail on Runt's shoulder to comfort the kit.

[Cosmo]

Originally Posted by Beau

Cloudstrike padded quietly behind Honeythistle. Meeting Cedartuft and being called Honeythistle’s mate had left her in an excited and jovial mood. She couldn’t stop herself from skipping through the forest and purring as they headed back to camp, presumably. Honeythistle hadn’t included her in his thinking so Cloudstrike didn’t know where they were headed, but she flounced along after him regardless. Soon enough, they reached the nursery, making it apparent that it was their destination. The molly followed Honeythistle into the den, only somewhat disappointed that they were going into a stuffy den instead of on an adventure. The air around her was warm and smelled of milk. It was sweet and held a calming note. Cloudstrike liked the feeling of the nursery. It seemed nice and warm and calm while still being joyous and loud with the mewls and laughs of kits. The pristine white queen poked her head around Honeythistle to see what he was looking at, noticing his happy purr. He seemed relaxed and it made the molly smile. Cloudstrike slipped forward to stand beside Honeythistle to see what he was looking at. His eyes rested on another molly, a silver one. She must have been one of the tom’s other mates. Her theory was proven correct as Honeythistle spoke soon after. “Hello, Pearlstream. It’s nice to meet you.” Cloudstrike chirped as she trotted dutifully after Honeythistle. She stood with her fur brushing his, wondering if this was all they had come to do.
@Mystical

Pearlstream didn't need Honeythistle's gentle licks to alert her he was there. She had been up for what seemed like forever trying to find him. Finally she had retired to assume that he would come to her so she could talk to him. Unfortunately the other she-cat had come. Cloudstrike had been the talk of the nursery, mostly because of Honeythistle's mates. The beautiful fluffy white cat was definitely a good choice, Pearlstream had to admit. The molly was beautiful, and polite, and healthy, and kind. She also seemed to be fun loving which she admitted her Maine coon mate could use. She had promised herself that she would be nice to Honeythistle's new mate, and she was going to try her best to keep that promise. But the fact that she needed to talk to Honeythistle, and Cloudstrike was there did not help her view of the younger molly. She turned her attention to focus on the new mate, which was what Honeythistle expected her to do and she didn't want to argue with that, especially with the looming concept of the fact she had made herself a promise she would be nice. "Nice to meet you as well, Cloudstrike, correct?" She asked keeping her voice as calm and collected as possible, trying her best to imagine what Cloudstrike was feeling. But she couldn't imagine it, so she just stayed nice and polite. After a while of lingering on Cloudstrike, Pearlstream turned her gaze to Honey. "Honey, can I talk to you about something?" She knew he would be upset, but she felt so strongly about it surely he would agree to have a quick word with her. Even if it was just a whisper.

[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by Mystical

Pearlstream didn't need Honeythistle's gentle licks to alert her he was there. She had been up for what seemed like forever trying to find him. Finally she had retired to assume that he would come to her so she could talk to him. Unfortunately the other she-cat had come. Cloudstrike had been the talk of the nursery, mostly because of Honeythistle's mates. The beautiful fluffy white cat was definitely a good choice, Pearlstream had to admit. The molly was beautiful, and polite, and healthy, and kind. She also seemed to be fun loving which she admitted her Maine coon mate could use. She had promised herself that she would be nice to Honeythistle's new mate, and she was going to try her best to keep that promise. But the fact that she needed to talk to Honeythistle, and Cloudstrike was there did not help her view of the younger molly. She turned her attention to focus on the new mate, which was what Honeythistle expected her to do and she didn't want to argue with that, especially with the looming concept of the fact she had made herself a promise she would be nice. "Nice to meet you as well, Cloudstrike, correct?" She asked keeping her voice as calm and collected as possible, trying her best to imagine what Cloudstrike was feeling. But she couldn't imagine it, so she just stayed nice and polite. After a while of lingering on Cloudstrike, Pearlstream turned her gaze to Honey. "Honey, can I talk to you about something?" She knew he would be upset, but she felt so strongly about it surely he would agree to have a quick word with her. Even if it was just a whisper.

Honeythistle appreciated the kindness that showed through Pearlstream's voice. Usually she was so...well, not always kind. So, seeing her accept the newest member into his collection of mates, brought a calming feeling over him. As the two of them introduced themselves, Honeythistle began to wonder if his other mates were in the nursery. He might as well introduce Cloudstrike to all the others before he settled other matters. Or, he could had left Cloudstrike with Pearlstream to be taught the ropes of being one of his mates. Wasn't it better for mollies to explain the benefits of being a full time queen? Surely! Then, another thought that all his mates were confined within the nursery, caring for their own kits. Honeythistle knew they were a family, and if one of his queens had an errand to run, his other queen would step in and dote over those small kits. So, that left Honeythistle the selfless thought of settling Cloudstrike in himself. She still had some rough edges that needed to be worked out. Not that he even minded spending a lot of time with Cloudstrike. Spending time with any of his mates was the highlight of his day. Honeythistle was not the most sociable tom that he used to be. Actually, with the exception of his mates, kits, and mother, other company repulsive to him. The silver feline looked from one mate to the other. Dear Starclan, he hoped they got along. Pearlstream was not the easiest mate to get along with. Currently she was acting very docile, and that pleased the Tom greatly. "Introductions aside now, Pearlstream, I'll see you -" Being interrupted from his sentence as Pearlstream wished to talk to him. Honeythistle gave her a questioning look. What did she need to talk to him about? He was ready to sit on his haunches and listen to whatever Pearlstream needed to say. But, then he remembered the feline brushing against him. "Alone?" He asked Pearlstream. He knew Cloudstrike wouldn't mind him having a little word with Pearlstream. He just hoped that she wouldn't be too long distracted for when Honeythistle needed to get back to her. So, he lightly nuzzled his white companion. "Stay put, Cloudstrike. I'll be right back." His voice was stern, almost like he was addressing a kit. He then turned back to his other creamy-white mate, and flicked his tail at her. "Sure. What do you need to talk to me about?" He padded to a vacant part of the den, waiting for the aforementioned queen to follow him. Times like this, it was best to get through to him. He was in a moment of complete tranquil.

@Beau

[dionysus]

Originally Posted by Mystical

Pearlstream didn't need Honeythistle's gentle licks to alert her he was there. She had been up for what seemed like forever trying to find him. Finally she had retired to assume that he would come to her so she could talk to him. Unfortunately the other she-cat had come. Cloudstrike had been the talk of the nursery, mostly because of Honeythistle's mates. The beautiful fluffy white cat was definitely a good choice, Pearlstream had to admit. The molly was beautiful, and polite, and healthy, and kind. She also seemed to be fun loving which she admitted her Maine coon mate could use. She had promised herself that she would be nice to Honeythistle's new mate, and she was going to try her best to keep that promise. But the fact that she needed to talk to Honeythistle, and Cloudstrike was there did not help her view of the younger molly. She turned her attention to focus on the new mate, which was what Honeythistle expected her to do and she didn't want to argue with that, especially with the looming concept of the fact she had made herself a promise she would be nice. "Nice to meet you as well, Cloudstrike, correct?" She asked keeping her voice as calm and collected as possible, trying her best to imagine what Cloudstrike was feeling. But she couldn't imagine it, so she just stayed nice and polite. After a while of lingering on Cloudstrike, Pearlstream turned her gaze to Honey. "Honey, can I talk to you about something?" She knew he would be upset, but she felt so strongly about it surely he would agree to have a quick word with her. Even if it was just a whisper.

Originally Posted by Constellation

Honeythistle appreciated the kindness that showed through Pearlstream's voice. Usually she was so...well, not always kind. So, seeing her accept the newest member into his collection of mates, brought a calming feeling over him. As the two of them introduced themselves, Honeythistle began to wonder if his other mates were in the nursery. He might as well introduce Cloudstrike to all the others before he settled other matters. Or, he could had left Cloudstrike with Pearlstream to be taught the ropes of being one of his mates. Wasn't it better for mollies to explain the benefits of being a full time queen? Surely! Then, another thought that all his mates were confined within the nursery, caring for their own kits. Honeythistle knew they were a family, and if one of his queens had an errand to run, his other queen would step in and dote over those small kits. So, that left Honeythistle the selfless thought of settling Cloudstrike in himself. She still had some rough edges that needed to be worked out. Not that he even minded spending a lot of time with Cloudstrike. Spending time with any of his mates was the highlight of his day. Honeythistle was not the most sociable tom that he used to be. Actually, with the exception of his mates, kits, and mother, other company repulsive to him. The silver feline looked from one mate to the other. Dear Starclan, he hoped they got along. Pearlstream was not the easiest mate to get along with. Currently she was acting very docile, and that pleased the Tom greatly. "Introductions aside now, Pearlstream, I'll see you -" Being interrupted from his sentence as Pearlstream wished to talk to him. Honeythistle gave her a questioning look. What did she need to talk to him about? He was ready to sit on his haunches and listen to whatever Pearlstream needed to say. But, then he remembered the feline brushing against him. "Alone?" He asked Pearlstream. He knew Cloudstrike wouldn't mind him having a little word with Pearlstream. He just hoped that she wouldn't be too long distracted for when Honeythistle needed to get back to her. So, he lightly nuzzled his white companion. "Stay put, Cloudstrike. I'll be right back." His voice was stern, almost like he was addressing a kit. He then turned back to his other creamy-white mate, and flicked his tail at her. "Sure. What do you need to talk to me about?" He padded to a vacant part of the den, waiting for the aforementioned queen to follow him. Times like this, it was best to get through to him. He was in a moment of complete tranquil.

@Beau

Cloudstrike blinked her doe eyes dreamily as she watched the other feline. Pearlstream was a very pretty cat, with fur almost as white as Cloudstrike's own. Excitement shone in her heart and eyes; she was certain that all of Honeythistle's mates would be the best of friends. The prospect of new friends, family even, made the sociable molly incredibly happy. She didn't know much of Pearlstream's personality or her relationship with Honeythistle and therefore could not make any judgements on it, not that she would. The question of why Honeythistle had chosen each of his mates had occurred to her occasionally. Each of her thoughts was fleeting, though, and she currently had no opinions on the other mollies who bore the title of Honeythistle's mate. The newest queen gave Pearlstream a brilliant smile and purred, "Yes! Cloudstrike. I just wanted to tell you that you're very pretty." Her happy feeling simply needed to be shared. Crystal blue eyes found Honeythistle and gazed at him sweetly as Cloudstrike awaited his words. The tom seemed pleased and the white queen was glad to see such a chipper mood from the usually serious tom. Her eyes flickered back to Pearlstream as Honeythistle's other mate interrupted him. Cloudstrike drew no deeper meaning from Pearlstream's words and simply blinked at Honeythistle as he spoke once more. His voice turned stern as he told her to stay put and Cloudstrike mewed, "Yes, Honey!" As the other two walked away to talk, Cloudstrike sat down and cast her eyes around the nursery.

[Cosmo]

Originally Posted by Beau

Cloudstrike blinked her doe eyes dreamily as she watched the other feline. Pearlstream was a very pretty cat, with fur almost as white as Cloudstrike's own. Excitement shone in her heart and eyes; she was certain that all of Honeythistle's mates would be the best of friends. The prospect of new friends, family even, made the sociable molly incredibly happy. She didn't know much of Pearlstream's personality or her relationship with Honeythistle and therefore could not make any judgements on it, not that she would. The question of why Honeythistle had chosen each of his mates had occurred to her occasionally. Each of her thoughts was fleeting, though, and she currently had no opinions on the other mollies who bore the title of Honeythistle's mate. The newest queen gave Pearlstream a brilliant smile and purred, "Yes! Cloudstrike. I just wanted to tell you that you're very pretty." Her happy feeling simply needed to be shared. Crystal blue eyes found Honeythistle and gazed at him sweetly as Cloudstrike awaited his words. The tom seemed pleased and the white queen was glad to see such a chipper mood from the usually serious tom. Her eyes flickered back to Pearlstream as Honeythistle's other mate interrupted him. Cloudstrike drew no deeper meaning from Pearlstream's words and simply blinked at Honeythistle as he spoke once more. His voice turned stern as he told her to stay put and Cloudstrike mewed, "Yes, Honey!" As the other two walked away to talk, Cloudstrike sat down and cast her eyes around the nursery.

@Constellation

Pearlstream had to admit that Cloudstrike was a very charming molly. She was rather flattered by her polite attitude and complements. Before following Honeythistle she nodded at Cloudstrike as a brief thank you for her complement. She sat down near Honey, completely aware she needed to make the conversation as brief as possible, he probably needed to tell his new mate about what it was like to be his mate and what not. She had promised herself she would be nice around the molly, and she was going to try to think positive thoughts about Cloudstrike as well. She was also going to be nice when she talked about his new mate. She considered her polite attitude a good start. When she looked at Honey she spoke quietly, not wanting to be overheard. "I know this isn't the best time, but wanted to talk to you about kits.." Her voice trailed off, and she looked away blushing slightly. Kits were a very sensitive topic that even older cats felt were embarrassing, even if no one was around. She looked back and Cloudstrike, noting how patiently she waited. "I understand if you want to talk about it later, Cloudstrike seems nice." Directing her attention to the molly who her words now focused on. She thought that perhaps the best way to ease him into a conversation would be to talk about how nice his new mate was. And it wasn't a lie, it was the truth. Cloudstrike was a very nice cat. Maybe if she suggested that he didn't have to talk about it then, he would be more inclined to talk to her about it, at some point.

[Sorry for the shortish reply]

[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by Mystical

@Constellation

Pearlstream had to admit that Cloudstrike was a very charming molly. She was rather flattered by her polite attitude and complements. Before following Honeythistle she nodded at Cloudstrike as a brief thank you for her complement. She sat down near Honey, completely aware she needed to make the conversation as brief as possible, he probably needed to tell his new mate about what it was like to be his mate and what not. She had promised herself she would be nice around the molly, and she was going to try to think positive thoughts about Cloudstrike as well. She was also going to be nice when she talked about his new mate. She considered her polite attitude a good start. When she looked at Honey she spoke quietly, not wanting to be overheard. "I know this isn't the best time, but wanted to talk to you about kits.." Her voice trailed off, and she looked away blushing slightly. Kits were a very sensitive topic that even older cats felt were embarrassing, even if no one was around. She looked back and Cloudstrike, noting how patiently she waited. "I understand if you want to talk about it later, Cloudstrike seems nice." Directing her attention to the molly who her words now focused on. She thought that perhaps the best way to ease him into a conversation would be to talk about how nice his new mate was. And it wasn't a lie, it was the truth. Cloudstrike was a very nice cat. Maybe if she suggested that he didn't have to talk about it then, he would be more inclined to talk to her about it, at some point.

[Sorry for the shortish reply]

Initially Honeythistle thought the only reason Pearlstream pulled him away was to talk about an "health" issue; that she was sick. It was such a terrifying thought to Honeythistle. It made him horribly terrified thinking one of his mates was unwell. But, as he towered over her, tilting his head to show a curious expression; he waited for her to continue. Kits? Why would she need to talk about kits for? Anyone who encountered this Tom knew the most cherishing thing he held dearly was his kits. They what made up his heart. Without them...he'd be a heartless corpse. When Pearlstream looked away, Honeythistle narrowed his eyes. The idea of this topic didn't latch on as quickly as he stood there trying to contemplate the queen's vague response. When, he did note the little things: Dautrakit was preparing for her apprentice ceremony, she was weaned off milk - Goodness! She wanted more kits! Honeythistle let out a huff, shaking his head. "Look at me when you're talking to me." Eye contact was important among mates. Honeythistle didn't like when she looked away from him, even though her obvious blush made him twitch his whiskers in amusement; she was rather adorable. His tone was a hushed whisper, for a moment he glanced at Cloudstrike just to make sure she was still there where he left her. He deliberately ignored Pearlstream's compliment of the white queen. Honeythistle rolled his eyes, "Do you think complimenting her is gonna stray from the subject?" He kept his tone even, just so she wouldn't think he was mad. He was a little annoyed thinking that Pearlstream was jumping around on the specific subject. But, maybe that's what both needed. After he was finished with Cloudstrike, he could spend time with her. The more Honeythistle thought about that plan, the better it sounded. It would had just been rude if he took out Pearlstream, leaving Cloudstrike on her own. For Honeythistle, he was more of a "first come, first serve" Tom when it came to his mates. Whichever queen came to him first, then he would give his attention until they felt satisfied. "Listen, Pearlstream," Honeythistle brushed against the burmilla, the joy of her smooth pelt against his more thicker one. "Discussions like this should remain confidential, you know?" Consciously, as if on instinct, he used his tail to snake around the silverish white molly. And, he gently touched her ear with his muzzle. "We will talk about this later. Once I finish with Cloudstrike, I'll take you out." Commonly, to him, it was rather rude to indulge in a topic around his other mates that was meant for private matters. As he untangled himself from around her, Honeythistle got to his paws, stretching out his limbs before they could become too numb. Her earlier words made a ring into his ears, and he let out a chuckle. Cloudstrike is definitely very sweet. "Maybe, you should take lessons from her, so you could be nice too." Shrugging, joking, purring as he lightly grazed his tail alongside her before he started to trot back towards Cloudstrike.

@Beau

[dionysus]

Cloudstrike returned Pearlstream’s nod and turned to watch as the two cats walked away. Her diamond eyes became less focused as she slid into a laying position and thoughts whisked her attention away. At first, she simply looked around the nursery. Cloudstrike distinctly remembered something about Honeythistle telling her that she had to live in the nursery now. It seemed a nice enough place to live. It was warm and sweet-smelling with a calming affect despite the rambunctious kits that danced around one’s paws and filled the space with joy and laughter. It was comfortable and homey, quaint. The pristine molly felt that she could enjoy living here...As long as she was allowed to leave. But, as she understood it, she could spend as much time in the clearing as she wanted. She only needed Honeythistle’s permission to leave the camp. That seemed the simplest way to remember, so Cloud decided to stick to those two inflexible rules. After looking around the relatively small space grew boring, Cloudstrike turned to her thoughts and found herself lost within them. Her attention was pulled from her thoughts only when the sound of heavy paws nearby reached her ears. Peeking them and lifting her head from where it rested on her paws to blink doe eyes at Honeythistle as the tom reached her. “Hi, Honey.” She purred sweetly, not moving from where she was positioned. If he wanted to go somewhere else, she’d get up, but for now laying seemed fine. @Constellation @Mystical

[Fuzzy]

Originally Posted by FadingEchoes

(Dawn is a good friend.)
ThornPath's eyes narrowed, "That is yet to be seen." He meowed forcefully, giving the she-cat a lick between the ears, but the action showed no emotion or affection. It was simply a habit for ThornPath's own entertainment. GingerFrost glanced at the two, watching with interest as he wished he could get a she-cat like his sister, who would so willingly submit to him. Perhaps, given time, he could manipulate Dawnfall to do so. "So Dawnfall, tell me about yourself." He said it casually, though as usual, it came out like an order.
(Bump @Fuzzyfeline )

(Woops Sorry it's so late.)

Dawnfall looked back at Gingerfrost. The ginger tom wanted her to tell him about her. What? and why? Her blue eyes slightly narrowed. "You know all you need to." She meowed stubbornly. Flicking her fluffy creamy white tail so it covered her paws. Really she wouldn't care if Gingerfrost didn't even know she was alive, he'd leave her be then.
Orangepetal slightly closed her green eyes as Thornpath licked her head. She know there was no emotion behind it but forested a purr to should happy. She flicked an ear at Dawnfall's words. Her friends was always acting like that. When will she learn to be submissive? She thought but didn't say a word.

(XP it's really short.)

[FadingEchoes]

Originally Posted by Fuzzyfeline

(Woops Sorry it's so late.)

Dawnfall looked back at Gingerfrost. The ginger tom wanted her to tell him about her. What? and why? Her blue eyes slightly narrowed. "You know all you need to." She meowed stubbornly. Flicking her fluffy creamy white tail so it covered her paws. Really she wouldn't care if Gingerfrost didn't even know she was alive, he'd leave her be then.
Orangepetal slightly closed her green eyes as Thornpath licked her head. She know there was no emotion behind it but forested a purr to should happy. She flicked an ear at Dawnfall's words. Her friends was always acting like that. When will she learn to be submissive? She thought but didn't say a word.

(XP it's really short.)

"Oh I don't think I do." The ginger tom meowed, his tail lashing once then stopping. Thornpath glanced amusedly at the two bickering, He had been content to settle down with a gentle, submissive she-cat. Well, "settle down" Probably wasn't the right phrase, considering he'd have kits with any she-cat willing to get them out of the nursery. Sometimes unwilling.