Post by Yoko on Feb 25, 2011 21:04:34 GMT -6
(This thread involves mating. Don't like. Don't read. Setting: Night, after the queens meet and say they have their mates)
The moor was washed with starlight, no imposing trees to keep the light to themselves. The moon, not full or half, floated above them with its cold, judging light. Birchnose moved across the moor. Just moved. No fancy strides, no timid paddles, no sneaky skulking. Birchnose was not the type of tom to be shy of anything, even being wrong. He strong male in mind and body, though his thick spiky pelt did not reveal any actual shape. He walked upright and with the same authority and dignity that he always had...Despite the fact that his companion for the night was an attractive and bubbly she-cat that would likely get him stripped of his rank as Medicine Cat. Yes, he had considered that already. What tom wouldn't?
As they moved across the moor, bare of cover from the watchful moon, they made casual conversation. Birchnose was always pleased by the trills and dips of Thrushtail's voice, the open rawness of her emotions. How she seemed to hide little, but continued to be a mystery unraveling. Although his gaze was trained mostly ahead, he would glance at her and nod firmly sometimes, doing his best not to gape at her beauty. He was a tom who liked to be in control of himself, and he was getting better at doing that while she was near. He knew, even now, that if he were to move forward on this path and mate with her that it would be wholly and entirely his own decision to do so. So with this in mind he studied her, weighing the decision, hoping to come to a conclusion tonight or very soon at least.
It's time to cut the small talk... he thought with a bitter edge. But Great StarClan! Will I miss that voice, this closeness, those eyes...Focus!
"Thrushtail," he mewed in that smooth, deep voice, "What exactly brings your attention to me? Surely there are other toms who have an interest in you. Ones you would get in less trouble for seeing."
He said all of this without ever breaking stride. His confidence was unshaken by the idea, but he waited, eyes set on hers. If he was going to risk anything at all, it had better be for someone committed.