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Arcticsong finished decorating her new mates nest with buttercups. The trees in SunClan were dry so she went to DayClan to get him willow branches so the nest would be flexible for him. She had lined the bottom of the nest with moss and then used hare fur to give it a nice fluffy finish. Despite calling Wolfconstellation small she had made the nest rather big, it was intended for them both to share because mates shared a nest. But now looking at the large nest it intimidated her to sleep by someone she was just beginning to know. She wasn't sure if she should let him have the entire nest or conquer her fears so she decided she would leave it up to him.
"Wolfie," Arcticsong said as she approached her mate, "I made a nest, I was wondering if you would like for us to share it or if you want it to yourself. Also if there's anything you expect from me let me know and I'll provide. For instance I expect you to be well mannered and never disloyal to me in public, I will do the same for you."
"This is really nice," Wolfconstellation said honestly, his eyes wide as saucers. It was dope. Super dope. In fact, it was no understatement to say that he'd never had a luxury like this before. Having been born into a large litter with parents that barely looked after them, he made do with hand-me-downs, either too lazy or too unskilled to make a nice one of his own. But this... the whole thing was full of effort and heart, from the carefully weaved together willow branches to the oh-so-comfortable moss lining.
He was aware that Arcticsong was still talking to him but he wasn't really listening. He was already in the nest, circling in a couple times like the canine he was named after, before snuggling right into the crook of it. There was more than enough room for Arcticsong to fit next to him.
Wolfconstellation yawned and nodded along until his soon-to-be wife fell silent, "Yeah, yeah, sounds great. I think I'm going to take a nap. You can join me if you want," Yawning again, he rolled onto his back, exposing a tiny expanse of creamy gold belly fur, with more than a few knots, "This is the most comfortable I think I've ever been in my entire life. You did a great job. Thank you."
Arcticsong smiled, bouncing on her toes with excitement as Wolfconstellation settled into the nest. He liked what she did, they were going to be great mates! And mates sleep in the same nest. Arcticsong took in a breath trying to recall when she used to be snuggled up next to her littermates. That had felt really warm and cozy. But soon the anxiety was building that she would get into the nest and have anxiety and what Wolfconstellation would think if he knew she was anxious about sleeping next to him.
"I should go out and check the wedding preperations," Arcticsong said as an excuse, "Sleep well beloved."
Her wedding was coming up soon and she was feeling more excited with anticipation everyday. All of her sisters were getting married, they always looked beautiful, grownup too, she wondered if she would finally look grownup when she walked down the aisle. She had many ideas on how she would dress up for her big day, but in order to not overdress she had already asked everyone else to overdress so it wouldn't make her feel awkward.
(We can fas forward to when Arctic is missing and everyone's out looking for her and then Wolf can find her in the secret hideout)
=============== TIME SKIP: A WEEK-ISH ===============
"Wake up."
Wolfconstellation felt a harsh jab in his shoulder and awoke with a gasp. Blinking open his eyes, at first all he saw was nothing, as whoever had prodded him was standing in front of the cave entrance, blocking the light. As his eyes adjusted he soon realized it was Perfectpaw.
"What's up?" Wolfconstellation yawned, rolling onto his stomach but not yet getting to his feet. Standing up now would be depressing. Despite the age difference, Perfectpaw was much larger than he was.
"Arcticsong is missing. Did she say anything to you about where she was going?"
"Nope."
Perfectpaw seemed annoyed by this answer and lashed his tail, "Well, get up and help look for her..."
~*~*~*~
So that's what Wolfconstellation did, begrudgingly, of course. He didn't understand why the Clan was it such a tizzy about her disappearing for a few hours. Arcticsong was the last cat he thought would ever try to run away from SunClan, she seemed to genuinely like Bloodystar. As her future husband, however, he did have some duty to at least pretend to help look for her. After wandering around long enough for several cats to vouch for him, he decided it was time to make himself scarce.
The small golden tom slipped into the tunnel system. Left, right right, left, right... Furling his muscles, he leapt upwards and squeezed his way through a crack in the wall, a space no normal sized Warrior could never fit. It was still tight, even for him, but soon it opened up into a large secret cave, his favorite place to go when he was dodging responsibilities. The room wasn't particularly special or extra cozy compared to all the other caves in SunClan, but its selling point was that, somehow, it was always chilly in here, the perfect place to go to escape SunClan's intense heat. And better yet? It was wholly unknown to the rest of the Clan.
No one would ever find him here. Or so he thought, not even bothering to taste the air or even open his eyes as he let his whiskers guide him to his favorite spot, where he promptly got a mouthful of another cat's fur when he tried to stretch mid-yawn.
