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"Only moments after Harlow (Cleaver) and Lightningbolt (Phantom) were announced as a couple they were forcibly herded into a small cozy den before being sealed inside with some large rocks. They were each told that they would be confined in the den for twenty-four hours together before their wedding would take place the following night. Within the cozy den were an assortment of flowers and herbs strung about the den. The scent was strong, thick with the aroma of lavender and vanilla. Both scents meant to be soothing agents to force a calm relaxing vibe. Off to the left side were an assortment of foliage, freshly cut flowers and other decorations meant for the couple to decorate one another with for their upcoming wedding. The more extravagant and detailed the couple would accessorize themselves with, the more it symbolized a happy marriage. They could not dress themselves up, only each other.
This is the time for the couple to exchange pleasantries, get to know one another, and plan their futures together."
(if you would like a wedding thread later on, please message me or one of the staff, thank you.)
Lightningbolt stepped into the den and watched as those on the outside covered the exit with the stones, once it was finished she turned her round olive green eyes to Harlow and smirked. "So you're Harlow..." She began slowly, running a paw over her fluffy white pelt to smooth down a stray hair before walking a circle around the tom and then sitting down in front of him.
A new mate? Harlow blinked nervously as they were escorted into the den. He didn't have very good luck with love; it didn't help he always ended up making a fool of himself in front of his crush. At least there was no chance of him showing up late today, but he could already feel the heat rising in his cheeks. Be cool, it's just a marriage, he reminded himself firmly.
He turned to face Lightningbolt with a nervous smile. "That's right. It's uh-- it's nice to meet you, Lightningbolt," he greeted with a hasty dip of his head. His fur was scruffy and in half disarray, not his worst look, but he didn't have time to groom himself properly before they met either. "So... um... tell me about yourself? If you don't mind?"
Her smirk intensified with his nervous behavior, she had at least been excepting a little resistance but then again she didnt know Harlow in the slightest. She had not been in Winterclan very long so it wasnt a shock that she had yet to meet every cat, but she would be lying if she wasnt at least a bit surprised that she had been so quickly paired with someone. "Well, as you probably know, I was born in Summerclan. I do like it here though, the heat there was ridiculous." She looked down at her thick coat, she was half Winterclan after all. "The thought of finding a mate never really crossed my mind, but it seems Wintystar is taking care of that for me." She lifted her head and leaned in so her nose was only just in front of his and smiled. "What about you?"
He nodded a little. He understood why he was with someone who had impure blood: his name was a dead giveaway that he was a foreigner too. He had grown up in Absum Lux and fled to WinterClan with his brother, and it was only Wintrystar's status that kept him from being stuck at the back of the pack.
"It does look very sunny there. You must be better with the cold than I am," he suggested. His fur was only medium-length at best, and the chillier months could be bothersome. "Well, you're my first mate too, I suppose," he ventured only after shifting his paws for a few seconds, trying to put his thoughts into sensible order. "Not my first love, but she's gone now... taken by my brother's cruelty. After that, I had a freidn that was almost something else, but she passed away. Then a few moons ago, there was a DayClan cat... Wintrystar matched us up on blind dates, see, and I ended up with a very nice cat. We never had kits, though, and I hear she's gone now. So here I am."
Harlow hoped she wasn't scared off by his unfortunate past.
Lightningbolt tilted her head, curiosity coursing through her, he was indeed an interesting tom. "It seems death and misfortune follow you, I wonder why?" She did not fear death, she had long since decided that when she died it would be of her own will. "Perhaps in a past life you did something to warrant it, or maybe it was in this life." She had little desire to truly know her chosen mate until now, simply following the rules and word of her new leader, but it seemed he had a story and she wanted very much to dig up and reveal every last detail.
"I haven't considered that before," he murmured, perplexed. Was it possible that he was being punished? Harlow knew a truth that no other living cat did about Jester's exile, but he hadn't considered that their God might have been watching and was displeased by his actions. He blinked away his discomfort about that, however, focusing on his mate.
"Does it scare you that you might be next?" he asked softly. "If death truly stalks my pawstep, you're walking into the line of fire."
The white she-cat laughed, shaking her head at his concern. "Everyone dies eventually, and one day I will too. You will not be the cause of my demise though, I am the only one who gets to decide that." Her eyes narrowed briefly, but within a moment returned to their natural rounded state. Lightningbolt was a force to be reckoned with, thick skinned and determined, though that was only half of her. She got to her paws and walked past Harlow, letting her long fur brush his side as she did so and began to look at the various herbs and flowers that lined the wall of the cave. "What color do you like best?" She questioned over her shoulder.
Harlow appreciated her confidence, even if it was terribly misguided. No cat decided their own death, or else many would never die. "Yellow," he answered easily, looking up at her. "A burnt yellow, like leaves in the fall." Not that there were many deciduous trees in WinterClan, but there were a few quaking aspens in their territory whose leaves changed colors.
"I wasn't expecting that, but yellow it is." She looked through the spread of foliage for a moment and then smiled when she spotted some yellows. "Are these good?" She asked turning to him with a pawful of leaves that she assumed were burnt yellow, when she thought of something being burnt she imagined black. She set the leaves down in front of him and looked up. "Summerclan has some really pretty yellow flowers, if only I could get some of those." She looked to the rocks that blocked there exit and huffed, there was no way she was getting through that.
"Thank you, these will do just fine." Harlow smiled politely. "I'm sure they have lovely flowers down there, though you won't be able to get to them anymore. What color is your favorite, Lightningbolt? Maybe a local plant matches your colors, one that we might find here."
