Scorpionthroat ignores questions thrown at him as the large silver tabby tom pads away from the patrol without so much as a second glance. He hated that many thought they could make idle chit-chat with him, especially on patrol--how annoying. There was only one feline he wanted to be spending time with right now, Waspsight. His crimson honey gaze flickers over the clearing briefly, making sure not to overlook his mate, sighing softly to himself as the smaller calico male was no where in sight. Meaning he could only be in one place, the medicine den, probably overworking with restocking the herbs again. Just the thought causes him to shake his head in exasperation as he knew that Waspsight felt like he needed to prove himself to Shadowclan, that he could handle the responsibilities of being the sole medical provider since Hareflight stepped down. Weaving through the crowded clearing, not bothering to apologize when his shoulder accidentally clips into others, his attention solely on the medicine den as he gets closer.
The strong herbal scent wafting through his nostrils, causing his stiff posture to relax as he slips into the den. Pausing at the entrance, leaning his large frame against the entry way as his gaze instantly locks on Waspsight. Just seeing his mate mindlessly tidying up the den causes a rare fond smile to tug on his lips. For several minutes he remains still and quite, not wanting to startle the overly concentrated tom, though his patience dwindles when Wasp had yet to notice his presence. Quietly huffing as he rolls his eyes in amusement before quietly sneaking up on him, it helped that the calico had his back turned. Smirking as he lowers his cranium to peer over his loves shoulder, arching a brow as he takes note that his mate was absentmindedly counting poppy seeds. Scorpionthroat could sense that something was troubling the bi-colored tom as he kept recounting the same poppy seeds. "I do not think the number is going to change, no matter how many times you count them." He whispers into Wasp's ear. Grinning as his mate jumps, startled by his sudden appearance.
"Are you okay, Little Mouse? You look like you were deep in that complex mind of yours." Scorpionthroat purrs as he lightly nuzzles the smaller tom.
Scorpionthroat |The Blunt Sword of Shadowclan|
Scorpion only ever felt comfortable showing his softer side towards Waspsight. Especially after the calico had almost froze to death in an avalanche. Scorp had never been so afraid to lose someone in a long time, and he hoped he would not lose Wasp anytime soon. The large silver tabby could tell that Wasp was grateful that he was demanding answers like he normally would, but instead had listened and taken him to a secluded sanctuary where they could talk freely without worrying someone would interrupt them. His ears twitching slightly as he takes in the sounds around them, hearing birds chirping and the trickling of the brook, his attention returning back to his mate when feeling the smaller Tom lean into his side.
Subconsciously wrapping his long tail around his hip, holding him even closer as he silently waits for Wasp to explain. Giving him a reassuring nod that he was ready, it certainly surprised him to hear that all of Wasp’s worrying centered around something to do with his parentage. Humming in thought, he had always wondered if Wasp knew of his birth parents, but after teasing and bullying him in their youth, he had dropped the topic. “I promise I won’t tell anyone. Who else do I talk to?” Scorp teases and reassures as he nuzzles his mate, trying to calm his nerves. His honey crimson eyes flickering over him, settling on his bi-colored eyes that he loved so much. “You can tell me anything” Scorpion honestly says, whatever needed to be said would remain confidential between the two lovers.
Eyes widening in surprise at the sudden bomb being dropped. ‘Wisteriastar and Hornetstar….’ He repeated within his mind. “Huh kinda saw that but didn’t” he admits, pursing his lips. “I had heard vague rumors that Wisteriastar and Hornetstar disappeared around the same time. Makes sense now that you’ve told me of your parents” Scorpionthroat adds before placing a soft kiss upon Waspsight’s forehead. Loving that he was able to calm the stuttering tom against him. “Hush now. You don’t have to explain anything to me.” Placing his larger paw over his trembling one. “Am I the only one who knows, outside of your family? I swear I will not tell a soul of your heritage, it is no one’s business” Scorp mutters, his jaw clenching briefly at just the mere thought of someone threatening his mate and family over something that Waspsight had no control over.
“Does that make Weaver your sister? Many have been whispering the uncanny resemblance to Hornetstar and I have to say they aren’t wrong” he questions, though he could already tell what the answer would be. Pausing suddenly as Wasp’s words register in his mind, tilting his chin down, using his paw to cup his mate’s cheek and lightly forcing him to look at him. “I appreciate you telling me, feeling comfortable enough to reveal such a secret. You are the only one for me as well, when you are ready, I would love to start a family with you. I will be honest though, I am not sure how good of a father I will be. I never had a positive father figure….” Scorp sheepishly admits. He did not want to disappoint his beloved, but could not deny the fear that maybe he would not be good enough or what Wasp needs.
W A S P S I G H T
Being sweet and tender was so unlike Scorpionthroat, Waspsight thought to himself as the titanium tom lowered his head to nuzzle him gently once again. But in all honesty, he loved to see this side of his mate. His soft side was something that he felt like only he knew, like it was reserved for him and only him. It was a nice change from his usual, gruff personality that typically fronted his exterior. When Scorpionthroat pulled away and locked eyes with him, he could see the billions of questions that seemed to flash in his gaze, like they were on the tip of his tongue and he were about to demand answers to them now. However, despite his expectations of the warrior's habitual impatience, he gave way to Waspsight's request and suggested a location where they could talk privately. He relaxed, relieved that Scorpionthroat had changed from when he was an apprentice and seemed to have grown a lot from that time. He trusted Waspsight a lot more and was willing to compromise, even if what laid ahead might frighten him. It was reassuring, really, to know that his mate was so reliable. When the two of them left camp, he felt Scorpionthroat's tail intertwine with his own and he purred softly at the touch. He's so cute, he thought to himself. When they were younger, Waspsight never would have thought of the big, brawny warrior to be the type to indulge in small, sweet gestures like this. It just goes to show how much the two of them have come to truly treasure each other. He was, of course as always, oblivious to the concerns Scorpionthroat had about whether or not he might have had reservations about their relationship. As far as Waspsight was concerned, there was no one else he possibly could have had feelings for other than Scorpionthroat and even if anyone had ever confessed to him or thought of him that way, the calico tom was denser than a brick when it came to romance. He would never stray from the tom that taught him what love was and he couldn't see himself loving anyone else, either.
They walked together a good distance away from camp, stopping fairly far out near a spacious place that had a tranquil atmosphere to it. He felt reassured here, not only by the soothing sound of the nearby brook but by Scorpionthroat's presence as well. His mate looked down at him and locked eyes with him, wasting no time in questioning him about what he wanted to talk about. Waspsight nodded, leaning into his husband's side, the touch giving him some comfort in the precarious topic he was about to approach. "There's something I want to share with you, it's... It's about my parents," he mumbled, his heartbeat racing wildly in his chest. It was common knowledge between them that he and his siblings were fostered by Saplingskies and his mate, that they weren't his biological parents. Waspsight had always skirted around the topic whenever anyone asked him about them, claimed that he didn't know who his parents were and that he didn't want to know, that it didn't matter, and ended the conversation before it could go any further. "You can't- you can't tell anyone though, okay?" Waspsight urged, his bi-colored eyes pleading and almost desperate as they looked upon his mate, only relenting and relaxing when he confirmed that what would be said here would stay between them. "My mom and dad are Wisteriastar and Hornetstar," He all but blurted the confession, feeling like if he didn't just rip it off like a band-aid he would never get the truth out, "Rowanshade, Fennelsting, and I, we all decided to keep it a secret... Because- well, because- I don't..." He paused, swallowing the lump of anxiety in his throat, "As you know what happened recently with ThunderClan, half-Clan kits are forbidden in our society. And not just that, but kits between two leaders? It's unheard of. Who knows what would happen if that secret gets out? I can't risk my family's safety." Waspsight's paws trembled. It was nearly overwhelming to be speaking about it. "I haven't even told Hareflight, or Juncostar, or Mercuryrose. I don't even know if Saplingskies knows. I've never told anyone," He breathed, his voice barely a whisper, "But you deserve to know. You're the only one for me. If we- if we choose to make a family together, you deserve to know the truth."
Scorpionthroat |The Blunt Sword of Shadowclan|
Snickering softly too himself as Waspsight yelps in surprise. The tall silver tabby was surprised when his mate did not scold him or lightly hit him for scaring him. It just confirmed his thoughts that something was indeed bothering the smaller calico male. Concern bubbles within him, wondering if he had done something wrong—scratch that he was sure he had done something to upset Wasp, as he knew that he was not the most sensitive feline around. Scorpionthroat had often wondered why Waspsight had chosen him, especially when he knew that several felines had their eyes on him or even confessed their feelings to the medicine cat. Biting his inner cheek as he nuzzles against Wasp once more, trying to relax the raging nerves within him.
Perking up to attention as his mate reveals that there was indeed something on his mind, something he wanted to discuss in private. Scorp pauses for a moment, his golden crimson gaze locking with Wasp’s bi-colored ones, searching within to see what the other could possibly want to discuss. The large tom was so tempted to demand him to tell him here and now, but he could tell that it was important that he waits until he was comfortable. Nodding slowly as he gently pulls away from the calico tom, gesturing for him to follow. “Sure, I know of a place we can go to talk” he agrees before rubbing against the other in a reassuring manner. He knew how easy it was for Waspsight to become overwhelmed and worried, he did not want him to overthink too much—at least not yet.
Intertwining their tails, testing the waters to see if he would be rejected. Inwardly relieved when Wasp showed no signs of pulling away, allowing him to guide the medicine cat deeper into the pine forest. At least Scorpion felt more reassured that Wasp was not about to tell him that he made a big mistake in wanting to be with him. Now, the titanium silver tom was more curious than ever to hear what he had to say. After trekking about 15 minutes in a comfortable silence, he pauses within a small clearing with pine trees surrounding them, faint light from the sun filtering through the dense trees. There was a small stream nearby, the calming sound of trickling water filling the silence around them.
Tilting his cranium downwards, letting his gaze connect with Wasp’s, “What’s on your mind?” He wonders.
W A S P S I G H T
Waspsight sighed quietly to himself. He was working on stocking the shelf since he knew the battle between ThunderClan and ShadowClan was upcoming and he needed to be prepared but his mind was elsewhere. Usually, he was an all-paws-on-deck kind of worker and gave every chore 100% of his time and attention, but today, he couldn’t help it. His thoughts lingered on a certain devilishly handsome silver tom. Since the two of them had finally established what they meant to one another, he knew he needed to open up to him about a secret he kept firmly to himself- one he never even verbally told Hareflight. It filled him with anxiety and made him nervous as all hell but his mate had the right to know… Especially if they were going to make a family of their own one day.
"I do not think the number is going to change, no matter how many times you count them." Waspsight nearly jumped out of his pelt at the low, baritone whisper in his ear, unable to stifle the little yelp that came out of him. Quietly cursing, the medicine cat felt his ears burning in embarrassment. No matter how much time passed, it seemed like Scorpionthroat would always get his kicks out of teasing him. As tense as his mate had made him, he relaxed almost immediately at the tender touch of his nuzzles. He wanted to scold the other male but he didn’t have the heart after the caring gesture he showed.
The calico tom sighed out softly, leaning into the warmth of the larger tom’s embrace. As tense as he had been anticipating the conversation he knew they needed to have, all his worries seemed to fade away into the silence with Scorpionthroat here. He tilted his chin upwards so that he could meet the tom’s crimson-honey eyes. “Yeah. Can we go out and take a walk? Somewhere quiet and away from everyone else?”