In perfect harmony with all it's living things [closed]

[Dyzzie]

Brightblossom stretched slowly as she stepped out of the nursery with a tiny yawn, her tail flicking this way, and then that way. Her gaze gently roamed the surrounding land before she delicately dropped herself into a sitting position, her tail coiling delicately over her paws, the long threads gently flirting with a soft breeze. The air was cooler now, thanks to both leafbare, and it being later in the evening. Not quite nightfall, but it was definitely getting close it. Thankfully, the thickly furred female was managing very well, despite the cold weather, and snow around. Besides, she was waiting on a tom . . . . and just the thought of seeing the male could keep her warm from the inside out. They hadn't had a lot of time, due to the horrid leafbare they were suffering through, but they had an agreement that they would make time to see each other today, after his duties were done. Even if it was just to sit and talk . . . they would make the time. And that was really all the female wanted. She loved the chance where she could just be near the silent, and mysterious tom that had so easily swept her off her feet - even if their start had been . . . . less than traditional. but that's what happens when a lifelong queen and a dedicated warrior find a match in each other. It's not your typical relationship. And this wasn't your typical pairing. She was gentle, kind . . . delicate. And he was the protective, and strong and ready to defend at a moments notice. Together they created the ultimate cat, even though apart they were two flawed individuals. One too soft. The other too hard. Together, they fit.

Brightblossom whisked her tail through the snow around her, clearing more of it away, allowing it to be pushed up as a semi natural fortress to block some of the cool wind from making it colder than it already was. Despite how cold it could be, she was always astounded by how easy it was to make a cozy and warm den by digging out part of a pile of snow. So even partial wall to be erected by pushing the snow together with her tail could help keep the cold from becoming to strong. Beside, it was just a quick process of waiting for the tom to arrive, as soon as Ashnight showed up, she'd be just as quick to head inside the warm nursery with him where they could go to her back corner nest and cuddle and talk. Not that she didn't enjoy cuddling with him more outside in the elements where she had an even better reason to practically cling to him. but either option usually lead to her cuddling up to him, so both where a win win for her. Right now, she was just waiting for him to show up. It shouldn't be too much longer now.

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[ℓυиαя]

Just as the sky started to darken and the white snow turned dark, a grey tom picked his way through the shadows remaining close to the rock wall. From here, with one side pressed to the strong stone, the other looked out over the land below, blanketed down under a white blanket and having settled down for the night. It was here, among the shadows and away from the eyes of his clanmates, he dropped the facade - his limp showing with each step he took.

It were an old injury and so the limp was muted in with his habits, from moons of training, yet it were still there.

As the rock veered away from the view so did the tom, his yellow eyes blinking once before they too left the sleeping landscape and focused on the entrance to the Talonclan camp. He had been out since dawn, patrolling, going hunting, providing for his clan but he had not forgotten the promise he had made to Brightblossom. He would see her at least once each day - they would make their individual lives work together. Breaking into a trott, the limp was once more disguised by the faster, more determined movement and he broke into camp, still cloaked in shadows.

There. 

There she was waiting for him, her muted colouration blending in yet also contrasting with the snow. A feathered tail sat curled around small paws and his eyes immediately locked on her as he made his way over. In the dark of night, it was difficult to see him at all, but bright yellow eyes looked out from the darkness. "Evening," he rumbled as he grew near to her, words for her and only her alone. "Could have met you somewhere...warmer."

[Dyzzie]

The female was getting better at being aware of her surroundings . . . . always taking to heart the lessons her mate often tried to teach her, anything that her mate told her . . . it was always stored away. It was why she was getting better at being able to see him - notice him when he was walking towards her. She was learning to look in the shadows for him, to trust her instincts at the faint sounds, the occasional glimpses of fur in light. Scent. Scent was usually her biggest help. but tonight she was to excited to see the tom, to excited to be close to him again. To excited to be with him. And so when he materialized from a direction she was not anticipating . . . well it came to little surprise when she jumped up in shock before smiling at his words. "I didn't mind waiting out here . . . . Besides, it beautiful - with all the snow." She purred, standing and approaching him. She briefly allowed her muzzle to ghost past his in the most delicate of nuzzles before she licked his cheek affectionately, "Though, we can definitely go inside where it's warmer," She added, imagining the warm nest where she could lay down with him. Together. She smiled up at him, her gaze soft, "How was your day?"

[ℓυиαя]

As he grew nearer and as she spotted him, his small mate jumped from where she sat in the snow before closing the distance between them herself.

"I didn't mind waiting out here . . . . Besides, it beautiful - with all the snow."

Her enthusiasm was endearing and the tom returned her nuzzle to his cheek, feeling her heat and scent surround him throughout the ice coated air. She really was perfect, her selflessness and caring attitude always present no matter how she felt inside. Sometimes that could be dangerous but that was what he was here for. He would protect her much like nature does to fresh buds in the New Leaf.

"Though, we can definitely go inside where it's warmer. How was your day?"

Turning away towards the comfort of a warm den, Ashnight waited for her to join him, keeping eyes on her. "Cold," he said in that rough tone. "Better now. And you?" Ever the caring, empathetic she cat, he could already imagine what Brightblossom had been up to but regardless wanted to know anyway. That was their routine and that was what made them happy - this quiet time together to wind down after respective busy days, and cuddle up together.

[Dyzzie]

She couldn't help but delighted by the arrival of the tom that had become her everything since he saved her from that rogue on their first official meeting. She smiled as he nuzzled her back, tilting her head as she greeted him with her usual soft greeting, not able to contain the smile that lit up her gaze as she looked at the tom who'd saved her from far more than just dangers to herself. Truth be told, he'd saved her from her own self in general. His constant support had taught her to love her flaws. It was a relief, that was certain.

As they moved into the warmth of the den, the smell of milk and kits in the air she smiled softly to the tom, gently laying down in the nest, and giggling at his rough tone, even as she didn't respond to his question right away, her soft smile turning a tad more concerned as she looked at him seriously, "How is the cold treating you though, Ashnight . . ." She mewed quietly, so no one else could hear them, lightly moving to lick his cheek, her concern about his scars - particularly one leg in general that she knew still bothered him. She occasionally saw the limp when it was just them. She smiled though, finally answering his question, "My day was well . . . long, with kits who think the cold snow is not a good enough reason to stay in the warm den . . . but, otherwise it was well." Her expression was soft as she licked his cheek gently, her tail twirling around his to join the appendages together, her expression soft as she curled up to him. This was the times she loved most. When they could just be together . . . Her and her mate.

[ℓυиαя]

Letting her move forward before him into the comfort of the nursery, Ashnight followed the disappearance of her tail and settled down in the nest behind her, hearing the mrrow of her voice as she looked up at him.

"How is the cold treating you though, Ashnight . . . My day was well . . . long, with kits who think the cold snow is not a good enough reason to stay in the warm den . . . but, otherwise it was well." 

The silent tom shrugged off her concern, with a light "Yeah, its fine." It wasn't that he didn't care, it was that it was something he had dealt with his whole life and now - regardless of how it felt, there was nothing to be done about it. "They love you," he rumbled with a small smile, mood lightening at the talk of her day. It was so different to the borders he defended and the fights he fought. Hers was all love, the occasional growl and oh so rewarding. Neither one of them could do the others job which made it all the more special, each crafted for their particular role. "I need to check in with our own later tonight. Do they visit their mother?" 

They were all growing up so fast, improving in leaps and bounds, all to be fine warriors if they were that way inclined.

[Dyzzie]

The feline smiled as he lay with her, pressed against her own fur so her tri-color calico hide blended into his darker tinted hide. She looked up at him, seeing him shrug of the concern. She doubted it was 'fine' as he so put it, but she knew better than to press about it. He knew she worried over him, and he accepted her worry usually . . . at least he allowed her to treat his wounds from time to time . . . She smiled at his next words, her ears perking at his small smile, happy to see the look on his features. She truly believed he looked the most handsome when he allowed himself to smile. She brushed her cheek against his briefly, smiling, "And I adore them, even with all their wild scheming." She mused, before looking at him as he commented on check in with their own kittens - all growing up far faster than should be allowed. At his follow up question she smiled and nodded, "From time to time, they do . . . but I cannot imagine any young cat that would willing spend too much time around all of these mewing little ones . . . ." She stated with a small laugh, before playfully flicking his cheek with her tailtip, "Though I miss having squirming kits of my own to curl up with . . . ." She added, playful.

[ℓυиαя]

OOC: .... this is so late 'sorry' isn't good enough... *nervous laughter*

"And I adore them, even with all their wild scheming."

So did he and Ashnight wondered how everything had moved so fast. He had unintentionally stumbled across love not once, but twice and now, he had fluffy kits to show for it that were fast approaching warrior status. Sometimes he wondered where the moons had gone. With each freezing day, his hind leg told of his amounting wounds and daily he saw new, fresh faced warriors stepping up to the mark. When had he become one of the senior most warriors? The ones that had all taught him, been his role models were either tucked away in the elders den or perhaps no longer among them at all.

Don't get him wrong, Ashnight still had many years ahead of him yet maybe with the appearance of kits of his own, he was beginning to realise his senority among the clan. His grey tail swept along her flank as she lay before him, listening on as she moved onwards to answer his question. Golden eyes cut to her where she lay below, scrutinizing her face. "I'm sure they will," he started slowly, reading the playful lines etched onto her face. "Are you... hinting, love?" Change that, he got the message loud and clear. A purr rumbled from his chest and through into her soft fur. Ashnight lay further back, stretching out on the warm moss bed. "Starclan, what have I signed up to?" Catching her eye, the tom grinned a rare grin.

[Dyzzie]

(((OOC:// aww, it's alright. And he's cute, so it's totally okay ;P)))

Brightblossom had to smile softly as she thought of her words: Scheming indeed, especially her own children, and could you expect anything less considering who they had for a father? A tom who was the silent, mysterious type if you weren't in the small circle he allowed in to view his heart. She often counted herself lucky to hold such a dear place in his heart - a place that he also held in hers. She purred gently as she nuzzled his fur, letting her tongue ruffle it up slightly, before slicking it back down into place, happy to just share space with him, "Well, I know our kits - though I don't think I can really refer to them as kits any more, would have gotten all of their scheming methods from you." She added, her tone playful but tender.

At his words, she smiled softly, her tail gently flicking against his leg as she smiled innocently when she was called out upon 'hinting'. She purred playfully, snuggling up against him, licking the fur just beneath his jaw, "Me? Hint? Never . . . I merely . . . . suggest stealthily." She mused, trying to keep up the 'innocent' facade, despite the fact that stealthy suggesting could easily be redefined as a hint. She laughed softly as he lay further back, repositioning herself to lay her paws over his side, her amusement and love obvious in her interactions with the usually stoic tom. Although, that rare grin once more had him stealing her breath, "I think you know exactly what you signed up for, dear Ashnight," She mewed gently, recovering from the reaction of his grin. Really, he didn't let it show often enough - but it really turned him into a handsome tom. Though she found the mysterious, silent side just as interesting and loveable. The sarcastic side was adorable as well. Frankly - she loved the tom as a whole. Each and every aspect of him that completed him. but that rare grin always took her by surprise. "You should grin more often . . . but I've told you that before." She teased him, nuzzling as she half lay over him, 'pinning' him down by laying across him - though with her small size, one could hardly call it 'pinning'. She glanced at him, hesitating a brief moment, "What would you think of that idea though . . . of potentially having another litter? Maybe not right now . . . but eventually?" She asked, looking up at him curiously, merely bringing it up as a future option, rather than a demand for the present. An idea for them to think upon . . . .