". . . If it's for Twolegs and goats then why did you say it for 'pairs of other species'."

"'Mates' is for pairs of non-Twoleg species. 'Kids' is for young Twolegs and also young goats."

"Yeah, and you called the young other-specieses 'kids'.  And I didn't correct you."

"Yeah, Twolegs sometimes generalize vocabulary like that, sorry, 'kids' has become synonymous with 'children' in many contexts and 'children' - or alternately 'babies' - is more generic but since you can talk I said 'kids' without thinking very hard."

"S'okay; as long as we understand each other I don't see anything wrong with you saying the Twoleg thing and me saying the cat thing.  But I'm not going to say the Twoleg thing unless it's different or more useful somehow.  Like with marriage.  What's the ceremony like; I assume you don't invoke StarClan?"

"We do not! But the details vary enormously - there are a whole fuck of a lot of Twolegs and have been for a really long time, so stuff changes and diverges. I don't know much about what it's like in this area, it's one of the things where I'm specifically pretty sure it's not exactly what it was on mine at this approximate historical time-equivalent but have no idea what replaced it. And I'm not personally married. But I think in the typical case there are vows exchanged about the structure of the partnership they're trying to commit to? And a party."

"That sounds nice.  Maybe I'll copy it and marry °･:*✧Brightpaw✧*:･° someday."

"Awww! I hope Brightpaw likes the idea too."

"I think she might!"  And if uninterrupted Cloudpaw will totally just infodump about how smart and pretty and good-smelling and sweet and perfect his girlfriend is and how much he loves her for like the next ten minutes.

This is very adorable. Cam hopes to attend the forthcoming cat wedding.

"And she doesn't even mind that I went to the vet at the shelter!  Or, she did at first, but she decided it doesn't matter, and someday she's going to get a, what did you say, a donor, but that should definitely wait until after we're both actually warriors and probably then some but it's really exciting anyway."

"- uh, if you want to get un-neutered I can actually do that."

". . . Oh.  Uh, I'll think about it?"

"Sure. Also, less invasively, if Brightpaw wants kits that are related to you instead of donor kits I can do that too."

"I'll ask her!"  This kicks off another several minutes of elaboration on Brightpaw Is The Greatest and then they're at Princess's fence.  Cloudpaw scales it and sits on the corner post.

Cam checks to see if he has any messages from chez Princess but will continue to his nest from there if he doesn't.

It seems they did eventually reply to Cam's previous message:

We're glad we can talk to each other now too.  More "long lost" family member than "entirely new," maybe.

And then, forty minutes later:

It's the weekend and we're spending the day at home together; you can drop by to pick up the money anytime it's convenient for you.

In that case he will bid Cloudpaw goodbye and go around to the front door and knock.

"Hi!  Do you want to come in or just be handed a bag of money?"

"Whichever is more convenient for you!"

"Step inside, then."

Princess slips out the door and heads for the backyard with a quick "Hello again Cam."

"Hey Princess! Have you met Cloudpaw?" Cam meows.

"He's my son who I thought was dead and Fireheart said he wasn't but I still need to go see him right now don't tell my housefolk about the Clans unless they said you could!"  And she's around the corner of the house.

...gosh. "Bye!" In goes Cam.