Brightgaze had known Honeybee was the one for him from the day he first met her, when he was nothing more than a scraggly tom named Breadstick. When the she cat padded into FlareClan, his new home, he felt like it was fate. Once both cats had earned their warrior names, they became mates.
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It was a quiet day. The tom woke up early and set about organising the small Clan. Making a mental note to himself that Brackenspot and Griffin were starting to look tired, he padded up to his mate. Glancing up and down, he checked she would be up for a day's work.
Yep, he meowed to himself.
If anything she looks exciting to work today. "Hey Honeybee, could you join Griffin and Brackenspot with their hunting today?"
"Sure! Before I go, could you do your thing?"
"My thing?" He asked with a pure of amusement. The she cat's silliness and antics never failed to make him smile.
Honeybee rolled her eyes at him, letting out her own giggle. "You know, the thing where you can figure out everything about me!"
Nodding his head, eyes twinkling, the tom studies the she cat closer. Any other cat found it disturbing or unsettling, but his mate would only stare in awe. It only took him a few heart beats, eyes roaming over her body in an attempt to pick out any details that could give things away. Finished his mental list, he nodded in satisfaction. "You didn't sleep particularly well last night, tossing and turning. No, I wasn't awake and saw it, I can tell by how your pelt is ruffled and the fragments of bedding. You've already eaten this morning, rabbit if I'm not mistaken. You're bursting with energy, but even a blind cat would know that. I'm not sure what else to say, seeing as I see you every day and already know you," he finished with a loving blink.
"Yep, that's all right! It wasn't a fully grown rabbit before you call me fat for eating it all-"
Brightgaze was quick to cut her off. "You're not fat Honeybee! You're the prettiest she cat I've ever layed eyes on, how many times do I have to tell you this?"
His mate just let out a loud laugh. "I am though, look at me!" She swiveled her rump so that the tom got a good look at her side.
"Stop saying tha-"
"Just
look!"
The tom shut his mouth, and looked back down. Sure enough, his mate's stomach was hanging a little lower than it always had, rather round. "Oh Honeybee, it's not that much different! And it'll only be because you've just eaten," he reassured her, not wanting the she cat to be upset about her appearance.
"You're so dumb sometimes," she teased, flicking him with her tail. "I'm expecting kits!"
It hit Brightgaze like a falling tree branch. The restless night, the growing appetite, the excitement,
the obvious roundness. His mate was pregnant, and he'd somehow not noticed. "Oh!" Jumping back into reality, the white cat hopped from paw to paw, eyes twinkling and smile wide. "We're having kits!" Unable to contain his excitement, the tom pranced around his mate in a happy dance. "I'm going to be a father!"
Honeybee let out a last laugh before a purr overtook, showing her happiness. Leaning out to stop the energetic cat, she rubbed up against his side and twined their tails together. "You're so funny Brightgaze, I love you."
Purr mixing with her's in a harmony of pure joy, he licked her ear. "I love you too Honeybee, you always keep me guessing. I know you'll make the best mother there could ever be!"