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Beedust felt her stomach churning as she entered Thistlestar's den, nervous and excited and anxious to see him. Their attempts to stop the flood had been successful, which she had been overjoyed about, especially since... well, that was what she was here to say today, wasn't it? Thistlestar had returned with the others, but Beedust had been hesitant to approach him publicly, since the clan still didn't know about their relationship.
Time was going to change that though, whether or not she liked it. So she would get ahead of time. She knew she loved him and that they had a future together. Why wait? She was tired of hiding. So when the clan had mostly settled down, she entered Thistlestar's den, where he was recovering from what she was sure had been a draining event. "Hey there," she said, smiling despite her nerves when she saw him.
Thistlestar laid silently in his moss bed, his green gaze dull as it stared at nothing in particular. As instructed by the medicine cats, Thistlestar was confined to his moss bed for the day which that alone unsettled the rather active leader. Fawnheart checked in earlier in the day, providing the leader with some foul tasting herbs to help calm his nerves, but the mixtures only left the leader with a feeling of tiredness as his mind wrestled passionately again his body. Every fiber of his being just wanted to rest, but his mind couldn't stop replaying last night's events...
The leader's brows furrowed deeply and the images of the water flashed across his vision. His chest tightened as he remembered the burning session of his lung's futile attempts for air as he was tossed around the shocking cold water. A small pang in his chest partially brought the leader back to the present time, his eyes blinking rapidly as he attempted to refocus at the nothingness he was staring at earlier. There was an uneasiness now in the air around the leader. Knowing deep down in his heart of hearts he had lost his first life last night unsettled him more. The idea that life could be taken at any point and so quickly. He couldn't help but count his lucky stars for the chance at life again, but at the same time, he couldn't help but struggle with the realization. It was harder knowing he was at this alone. There were no other leaders near by that could help guide him through the emotions of this, no one around him to have died and come back to tell the tale except him.
His heart raced as he suddenly thought of Beedust. Everything in him longed to see her again, to smell her comforting scent, but a small pang of uneasiness kept him from reaching out. How would he face her without winning the battle that raged within in? She knew him far too well for him to be able to hide away the conflict within him. There was a deep level of trust between the two that Thistlestar had never felt for anyone else in his life, but there was something painful in admitting this to his secret mate. He didn't want her to worry, he didn't want her to be scared and most importantly, he didn't want her to lose faith in his ability to protect her...
And as if she had heard his heart, Beedust entered his den, her smile radiating as she entered. Thistlestar's drained gaze looked up to meet her bright, honey colored gaze and he couldn't help but return the smile. Despite the sudden relief and warmed the sight of Beedust gave him, there was still a pang of restlessness in him as a small voice in his mind reminded him of last nights' events. His smile faltered in that moment.
"Bee..." He spoke up, his voice cracked slightly, surprising even himself. With the exception of a few small words exchanged to Fawnheart during her examination, the leader had not spoken since their return to Springclan camp.
“You look tired,” Beedust said, walking up to where he lay and brushing her cheek against his. Seeing him steadied her nerves a little bit, though she was concerned with his presence. He seemed distracted, burdened by something she couldn’t pinpoint. Something must have happened last night that she hadn’t heard of.
“Are you okay? How are you feeling? I know last night was a lot.” A victory it may have been, but doubtless it was a hard won fight. Hopefully the news she was bringing would cheer him up- but she would figure out what was bothering him first.
Thistlestar snicked softly. Tired was an understatement, but he didn't want to have to admit it out loud to Bee, but he was confident that she already knew that. The leader was sure she was just being kind to him in her outward observation of him.
"I'm..." He stopped in his words. Instincts urged him to minimize the situation for the sake of reassuring Bee, but a small voice told him he knew better than to hide everything fro Beedust. She would call him out eventually the longer he hid behind a mask of calm. "I'm feeling grateful that we were victorious in stopping the flood." He admitted calmly, looking up at her. "We were able to hold up for a bit before a group of cats tried to stop us..." He stopped, his gaze drifting off back towards the entrance, but not directly at the entrance. It was distant, trapped in fresh memories.
She sat in front of him, letting her paw touch his as she listened to his words. Apparently her suspicious had been right, and someone had attempted to interfere with their plan. Victory had come at some cost, though she wasn’t quite sure what it was.
“Who tried to stop you? What happened when they tried?” Her questions were soft, gentle in their probing, trying to convey to him how deeply she cared without revealing how scared she had truly been. Scared that he wouldn’t return. Scared that she would lose her mate, and her best friend.
A ginger pelt covered his distant, unfocused gaze, causing his green orbs to shift back onto Beedust, whose's gentle touch brought a smile across Thistlestar's stern expression. There was something powerful in such a small, yet comforting gesture. The fear that had begun to creep in the leader slowly began to melt away as he looked into Beedust's honey glazed eyes which held so much concern. He knew in that moment, had Bee been in a position like his own, he would have wanted her to tell him. The realization made the dusty tom exhale deeply, in one last push through his fear before he continued. "When a cat takes on the responsibility of a leader, Starclan grants them 8 more lives. These lives are given to the leader to be given to their clan in times of need." He explained thoughtfully, remembering that Beedust was still in the process of learning the clan ways.
Thistlestar paused for a moment, his fear once again gripping his tongue, but Bee's thoughtful gaze brought forth his courage once again and he proceeded. "A group of cats, both clan-born and non-clan cats worked together to allow the flood to happen. They wanted a fresh start, a new world. It was anarchy, but they did not succeed in their plans... but they caused fatalities." Thistlestar's brows furrowed at the reminder of Flamingstar's lifeless body and the moments his own life flashed away into darkness. Out of respect he chose to leave the Nightclan leader's own experience out of his explanation, but he could not help but take a moment of silence in respect for her before proceeding with the story. "I-I" The tom stumbled on his words, clearing his throat deeply in a small bought of shame before continuing, his voice much more firmer and harsher "In the blockage, some of us held up a log that largely redirected the floods while others worked hard to reinforce it." At this point, the leader's gaze began to fall away from Bee's and down to the moss bed below him "I was so focused on everyone who was working on the reinforcement of the log that I did not realize another cat come behind me and knocked us both in the way of the floods, in attempt to stop the blockade." It was here a large lump got caught in the cat's throat, causing the leader to stop speaking.
"Eight extra lives," Beedust echoed in response, blinking in surprise. Yet another thing she had been ignorant of. It came as a relief, to know that she wouldn't lost Thistlestar as easily as she feared, but suddenly he seemed even more impressive. She could die once, he could die nine times. It made sense for him to have extra lives, but it still left her a little awestruck.
Something had happened, then. Beedust wasn't dumb, and she could guess what it was- maybe it would be easier on him if he didn't have to say it out loud. "You lost your first life?" She asked, softly, rasping her tongue over his forehead in a surprisingly motherly action. She waited to hear his response, keeping the lean, warm length of her body close to him to remind him that he wasn't drowning now, that he was safe, with her, in bed.
Hearing Beedust speak the words he dreaded to speak himself maybe his stomach flip. His stern expression hardened as he turned his head to look into Bee's eyes. His head felt suddenly very heavy as he slowly nodded in confirmation, but he could not make a sound. His steely green gaze search in Bee's expression for some emotion. There was some relief that he didn't have to say the words out load again, but hearing his own mate speak them for him... it made it much more disappointing for him.
He leaned into Bee, ripping his gaze away from hers with shame. He couldn't find anything else to say to lessen the burden of the truth. All he could find himself doing was leaning into Beedust's comforting pelt, and praying she wasn't disappointed in him.
"I'm just glad you could make it back to me," she said, feeling useless with her usually so candid words. "I love you." How did you comfort someone who had experienced death? It must have been very traumatic. Beedust rested her chin on his head, letting Thistlestar process the moment in supportive silence. Her own news seemed so insignificant at the moment, life in the face of death, and she debated waiting to tell him.
Kits. The thought of it made her heart rate jump erratically, with excitement and nerves, and she hoped he wouldn't notice in his more subdued state of mind. It felt selfish to tell him now, and Beedust was trying her best to be a supportive mate.
Hearing those three words made the leader melt, exhaling deeply as he nuzzled his head under Beedust's chin, enveloping himself into her comforting scent. "I love you too." The words were muffled by Beedust's ginger pelt. He sounded like a child, pressed up against his mother again complaining about his day. The realization made him more embarrassed, causing him to press harder into the she-cat's chest in attempt hide away his shame. As embarrassing as he felt, his uncharacteristic actions were silly enough to make him chuckle into Bee's pelt. "I'm sorry." He pulled away, his crooked smile giving away his feelings. Thistlestar's green gaze veered off for only a moment before finding the courage to meet Beedust's gaze, growing more serious the longer he stared. "I am just... grateful to be back." He breathed, his eyes bright with emotion as he took in his mate's expression.
"I'm grateful to have you back with me, too," Beedust said, smiling at him. "And I'm glad you can be vulnerable with me." Her indecision was washed away by that statement, and she knew she had to tell him. As selfish as it was, she needed to be vulnerable with him too, and she knew that he would want to know. Suddenly she was the awkward one, clearing her throat ahead of her announcement.
"I... well... I wanted to tell you something too. I wanted to tell you before you left but I didn't want to bother you..." Beedust hated the fact that she was rambling, since she usually spoke with her charming wit and banter. "I thought maybe I- well, I had to go to Fawnheart because I was feeling under the weather. She told me- I- Starclan. Thistlestar, I'm pregnant." The words finally spilled out, and she breathed a slow sigh of relief.
Thistlestar looked down in a small moment of embarrassment. He had not realized how open and vulnerable he had been up until this point and he couldn't help but think back in wonder. It had come so natural for him to open up to Bee since the moment they met. Maybe it was because she was an outsider, with no preexisting judgement of him based on his half-clan status or even his position. Maybe it was because she was so blunt with him since the get-go, so effortlessly. Or maybe it was simply because he loved her. The thought made him smile to himself.
Hearing her speak up suddenly drew his attentive gaze back onto hers. He stared in a moment of confusion as he noted her rambles. It was unlike Bee to lose control of her words. The sight worried the leader and his expression drew more serious as the words progressed from Bee's mouth. At the words "I was feeling under the weather-" Thistlestar's heart sank and a fear shocked his body for a moment. He could feel his heart racing at the immediate though of his mother who said similar words before falling ill to Black Cough. A chill ran down his spine in that moment and his gaze hardened as he watched Bee with such intensity before her next words snapped him out of his trance. Pregnant.
His stern expression melted into one of disbelief. "Wait-" he breathed, his narrowed eyes wide and bright "You're really preg-" He stopped, breathless as he stared into Beedust's eyes. His mind began to wander to further into the future. He never discounted the idea of having a family of his own, but he didn't realize it would happen so soon. His green orbs glistened with emotion, glassy from the threat of tears. The world had grown so much smaller, the weight of the world on his shoulder so much lighter. "I'm going to be a father?" He asked, his deep voice soft and breathy as he searched for a confirmation he already knew was there.
Beedust’s nerves were gone now, replaced by a growing sense of contentment, which shone through on her face in the form of a small, genuine smile. “Yes,” she confirmed what they both already knew, before burying her face in the warmth between his neck and shoulder.
It was overwhelming for Bee as well, though her emotions had shifted to a positive outlook. She was still somewhat new to clan life and felt young and naive, but she knew she loved Thistlestar and she wanted a family with him. Perhaps it was sooner than she had anticipated, but she was willing and ready to undertake this journey now.
The she-cat's confirmation hit him with a new wave of numbing content. Thistlestar laughed a breathy, shaky laugh as Bee nuzzled into his shoulder, his green orbs wide and bright with awe as his mind began to wander to the picture of his family. It was an odd feeling to do so. He always envisioned having a family of his own, but the images were so general and vauge, but now with Beedust's announcement made the image so much more clearer and vivid.
Lost in a sea of beautiful and exciting images, Thistlestar remained relatively quiet before he the full weight of the news hit him. "We are going to be a family." He suddenly spoke, his voice rising with raw emotions as he pulled back, rising to his paw quickly. His body ached at the suddenness of his actions, but he ignored it as he began to pace in the large den. "You are going to be a mother- and I a father." He stated with excitement, finally meeting Beedust's honey colored eyes. "We are going to be a family." He breathed, finally stopping in his tracks fully face his mate.
"A family," Beedust echoed, casting a glance down at her still small belly. It was hard to comprehend the fact that their kits were growing there at this very moment. The thought was disarming and also deeply pleasing. Mental pictures filled her own head, of Thistlestar playing with their children, of gangly apprentices and, one day, warriors that they would both be proud of. She couldn't have picked a better place or a better tom to start a family with.
She raised her amber gaze to meet his green one, giving him a wide smile. "It's so hard to believe."
The sight of Beedust brought Thistlestar back down from the clouds as he began to reign in his excitement. "How long have you known?" He asked carefully "How long are you along?"
"I found out the day before the battle," Beedust admitted slowly. "Fawnheart recognized the signs. I wanted to tell you before you left, but you were already so burdened. I was scared that you wouldn't come back, that you'd never know that you had children. I also didn't know that you had more chances at life than the average cat," she said, a chagrined smile on her features. "But it all worked out, didn't it?"