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Maskedknight was embarrassed to admit that since he'd assisted Havenspark out of the water, she'd been in his thoughts for a while now.
And with the clan now starting to return to camp, and the stars were glittering above, it seemed like the perfect time to maybe make a move. The perfect beautiful night for a possible something.
Sure they didn't know each other well, and he was still a fairly young warrior so he didn't know any cats he could ask about what she liked. But when he'd gone out on territory looking for something to give as a gift and found a few hardy daisies and peonies he'd snatched them up, remembering what his mentor had taught him about flowers. Honeycream had taught him tons about flowers, and Maskedknight had been keen to learn.
Hoping for a moment such as this so he could present to a cat he was interested in.
He carried the small bouquet, the flowers weren't quite as vibrant as they could be considering it was leafbare and SpringClan had just been flooded. But he hoped the thought would be appreciated.
His tail was held high as he entered camp, stepping lightly, eyes bright.
But when he asked where Havenspark was, his tail drooped and his eyes widened.
She was in the nursery.
With kits.
For a moment Maskedknight just stood there, flowers seeming to droop within his grip, before he sucked in a breath.
Well now he'd been seen with flowers and looking for Havenspark so he'd just... have to salvage the situation.
So putting on as happy of an expression he could despite his pelt feeling super heated with embarassment (and praying to StarClan that perhaps there was another meaning Havenspark might draw from the daisies and peonies) thank goodness he hadn't grabbed roses!
He entered the nursery and immediately ducked his head.
"Um, hi Havenspark." He meowed. "I uh, heard you'd just kitted, and I um... I happened to find these flowers on the territory. So I thought, hey! They're pretty and hardy you know, suriving this long despite how rough the weather and climate is. And I thought of you, and they could also be new life like your kits so... yeah. Here." He said awkwardly setting down the flowers and awkwardly nudging them towards her.
Havenspark was not known for her good decision making. Really, she was beginning to believe something was deeply wrong inside of her head, because one day after the next, she made poor choices. They weren't small errors either, but gross mistakes that deeply affected her life.
Like this one. A night with Riverlotus was a stupid mistake. She knew as well as anyone that the tom was misogynistic and stuck-up and she hated everything about him, but she was having a terrible day and her willpower was weaker than it ought to be and one thing led to another. It was a mistake, being with him. Embarrassing. Shameful.
But curled around a nest full of newborn daughters, her eyes misty, she felt a fierce protectiveness tugging in her chest that she had never known before, and she couldn't stop purring, a long and drowsy rumble.
The silver tabby looked up in surprise as the warrior entered, her eyes widening. He brought flowers... for her? Maybe it was her exhaustion from giving birth, or the painful realization that no one had ever treated her so kindly for no reason, but her purring grew ever louder, and a bright smile filled her face.
"Oh, thank you Maskednight!" Havenspark purred. "They're-- they're beautiful." She reached out with a paw and drew the flowers in close, nesting the stems in between the bodies of her five daughters. "Did you want to meet my daughters, while you're here?" No one had met them yet; her ex-mate was off with his other kittens and Riverlotus, unsurprisingly, was nowhere to be found. She uncurled her tail so he could see them better. "This is Winterkit, Waterkit, Azaleakit, Morningkit, and Tinykit."
Maskedknight's pelt grew hotter when she accepted his flowers gratefully. But also a little relieved she hadn't questioned his excuse or gotten angry.
He blinked when she mentioned her five daughters. "Oh! Yes, I'd love to meet them," He said, carefully shifting forward to look at the kittens.
They were, admittedly rather cute.
"They're so small." He breathed. "Crazy to think they'll soon be stirring up trouble in the apprentice den in 6 moons time. Their names are very..." She had said daughters, so they were all girls then, he wouldn't get yelled at for saying the names were pretty right?
"They're very pretty names."
After he took a moment to inspect the little scraps from a respectful distance, he drew back and scuffed his paw on the ground. "I... I bet the father is very proud."
'And he's a lucky furball... I wonder when they got together.' Maskedknight wondered privately.
Havenspark stiffened, a flash of danger on her gaze. Was he about to insult the names she has given her kits? Did he dislike them? Her tail curled protectively over them again.
They’re very pretty names.
She relaxed a little, feeling guilty that she ever thought Maskedknight would insult them to her face. He was a kind cat. After all, he has come all this way just to meet them. But was he being honest or lying to spare her feelings?
“You do like them, right?” she asked hesitantly, looking up at him. “You don’t think they need to change? They’re still young….” She took a deep breath. Why was she questioning herself and asking him to fix it? They weren’t his kits. “Nevermind.”
As he drew back, she huffed. “Their father hasn’t shown his face yet. Too busy with that kittypet that showed up, I’m sure.” It was bitter providence that another of Riverlotus’ flings had showed her face the same day. “It doesn’t matter.”
Maskedknight tilted his head confused by the flash of emotions that crossed her eyes. He blinked when she started asking about if he thought she should change their names.
"They're beautiful names," He assured her. "They'll all grow up to be lovely I'm sure and the names will be just perfect for them." He added.
His eyes narrowed when she mentioned that their father hadn't shown his face. Seriously?
Although... if the father was letting the catch slip through his paws, perhaps that meant it was Maskedknight's chance to step in and make the catch himself.
"Tsk, that's his loss, doesn't know what he's missing." Maskedknight said with a roll of his eye and a wave of his tail. He crouched down instead, looking at the kits curiously. "Your kits are going to be great warriors, I can tell just by looking at them."
Well not really they looked like little scraps right now, cute scraps sure. But scraps. Who knew what kind of apprentices they'd be. Just had to try and say the right things to make Havenspark feel better.
