He blinked. What was Ravenstar going on about, not getting himself all covered in mud- oh. Stormstar glanced down at his dirt-covered paw bashfully before he watched the smoky-black feline leave, almost as if he was sad to temporarily be without her presence. However, he would not be alone for long, and that could prove itself problematic. That gave the WindClanner very little time to construct a nest that would blow Ravenstar's mind. Once she was a safe distance away, the black smoke frantically got to work, lightly trudging out of their make-shift den to find himself some proper supplies. He made sure to walk in the opposite direction in which Ravenstar's scent trail lead, to avoid accidentally running into the leader and giving her a much unwanted surprise during her hunt.

Dry leaves might be hard to find in this land... Stormstar reminded himself as he glanced down at the squelching mud underneath his paws before he trekked onward, finding an interesting group of rocks underneath a tree. He found a few bundle of dry leaves that had made themselves a dry little home between the cracks of the rocks. He took them up in his mouth before he eagerly raced back off to their cozy lodge, making haste and grabbing anything comfortable he could find: feathers, fluff, or dry grass. He wanted to make it perfect, a night she'd remember for all of eternity.

The nest looked decent enough- a heavily pregnant queen couldn't even make it sink in, he was certain of it. The roost had oodles of leaves and whatever else Stormstar had been able to get his paws on. Yet, something was missing...something remarkable...

Flowers. He loved flowers- they made everything perfect. The tom swore that he'd seen a few tiny cornflower blossoms dotting bits and pieces of the territory. So he immediately took off to find them, and once he came across them, he picked as many as he could carry. So he lined the nest with the lovely blooms, and with the extra...he left a trail from the entrance of their little home, so that it would lead Ravenstar to him.

Stormstar admired his work as he sat back next to the nest to welcome Ravenstar home. Of course, his muddy paws left a few messes every here and there, but it still looked welcoming. It was like their relationship: perhaps it wasn't perfect, but it was beautiful.

Thorne

The ghost-striped tom purred at the DarkClan leader's touch before glancing back at the flowers he'd picked with a shy smile. "They reminded me of your eyes." He was reminded of her frequently, or perhaps it was merely because the lovely dusky she-cat was on his mind all the time. As a young leader, it was his duty to put his clan first, to think of them before anything else, but...Ravenstar had captured his heart. How could he not be in love with a cat as thoughtful and kind as she? The flowers had been perfect, as he'd gotten lost in them, the same way he got lost in her amiable pair of stormy-blues.

He was doing it again, staring into her eyes and finding himself without words, so Stormstar bashfully looked away with a bow of his head, feeling his face heat up. He felt his stomach tense up and butterflies flutter around in his chest, the same way he felt on that fateful night that Ravenstar admitted her feelings for him. Desperately he sought out words, so he didn't make a complete sappy fool of himself. "It's a fine hare, not even some of my warriors can make such a clean kill." The leader decided before he remembered the other piece de resistance: the nest.

He was a fine nest-maker, he took pride in what he had made. So he eagerly took a step back to reveal the bungalow he had created for Ravenstar and himself, a comfortable pile of leaves neatly lined by all sorts of cozy artifacts. "I think it's the best nest I've ever built." Was it childish of him to sound so proud? Of course not- this was for his dear lady, so everything had to be perfect, everything had to be the best. Ravenstar deserved that much.

Thorne