The dreamer, the soldier (closed)

It was the morning after Goatshade's warrior ceremony and her virgil should've just ended, so Smokepelt took this opportunity to spend time with her. Per usual, he woke up with the sun. Letting out a yawn, Smokepelt stretched his legs and sat up from where he'd slept. The dark grey and white tom took a few moments to groom his ruffled pelt before trotting out of the warrior's sleeping area, more ready for the day then he'd been in a while.

Spotting Goatshade's pelt a few foxlength's away, Smokepelt let out a mew of greeting as he made his way over to the she-cat. "Good morning, how was your virgil?" he spoke softly with a smile on his muzzle. Slowing to a halt, he nuzzled his mate's chin with his muzzle and continued to purr, enjoying the time that he was simply standing next to her. Today, he would take her on her first patrol as a warrior and he couldn't wait to get started.

"Ah... tiring," admitted Goatshade with a chuckle. She brushed her cheek up against Smokepelt's. She was so grateful to be his mate... there was no better cat. She saw the sun rising, and a pang of nostalgia hit her heart, reminding her of her days as Goatpaw... before she embarked on her endeavour. Now she was Goatshade... Goatshade, Smokepelt's mate. She leaned on him. Even if the vigil was taxing, he gave her an unnatural burst of energy.

She was so happy... she could fly. "So... Smokepelt, what now?" she giggled. "A patrol?" Goatshade wanted her first patrol as a fully-fledged warrior to be spent with her new mate. She looked into the sky, then at Smokepelt, aerial in his deep amber eyes. The heady scent of flowers around them filled her nostrils. To think that so long ago, they had only been friends. She purred loudly, nuzzling him, as the sun drifted higher.

Continuing to purr, Smokepelt embraced her affectionate nudge and his tail gently flicked back and forth in delight as she leaned on him. Now that she was a warrior, them being mates was official and after all that had been happening, he'd never felt so alive. Of course he missed Willowwhisker and would need to deal with Hazefur's emotions sometime, but he'd mourn the loss of his mate and face the other one later. For now, all he wanted to do enjoy his time with Goatshade.

Nodding his head at her question, Smokepelt took a step away from the white she-cat and towards the camp entrance. "Yes, your first patrol as a warrior," he mewed with a smile. Bunching up his legs, the warrior bounded to the camp entrance like an excited kit. Skidding to a halt before he reached the whole in the wall, he turned to look back to Goatshade. "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go!" he hissed playfully and ran out of the entrance. Running onto the open and desolate moor, he slowed the pace and looked over his shoulder, not wanting to completely leave the she-cat in the dust.

With a fuzzy, yet bubbly feeling in his chest and absorbed in the moment, Smokepelt forgot about all of the worries of the world. Even if his time with Goatshade wasn't going to last forever, he was determined to make the best of it and enjoy life for once. Yeah, he'd been misunderstood and humiliated, but with Goatshade... he felt like a new cat. A new cat who wasn't going to let his mousebrained clan ruin what could be a genuinely good time with his mate.

OOC: click me <3