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He’d felt her hope. That flicker behind her voice when she asked, “really, you think so?” And StarClan help him, he’d wanted to say more, wanted to tell her that yes, he did. That the thought of tiny paws and soft chirping mews didn’t terrify him like it once did. That the idea of a future with...

Burnstorm moved beside his mate in slow, steady strides, his thick black pelt catching stray rays of sunlight that filtered through the trees. He said nothing for a while, simply listening to the crunch of undergrowth beneath their paws and the quiet cadence of Roeflame’s voice. It was one of...

For so long now, ambition had been something that ran through his veins like fire. The need to prove himself worthy, the drive to make a name for himself that did not immediately coincide with "Blazestar's son" or "kittypet blood". And hadn't he? He was Burnstorm, a feirce warrior of...

At Beetlepaw's tone, his eyes immediately narrow. Its true, the ammout of time that had passed since his sons apprentice ceremony that he had yet to catch it was beginning to get alarming in his mind. What if Beetlepaw never caught anything? He would not be sending his own flesh and blood into...

He’d given his apprentices the day off today. One look at their tired eyes and heavy limbs this morning had been all it took. " Make yourselves useful if you feel bored but take it easy today. You two have earned some rest" he had said before leaving. Stars knew the youth of their clan needed a...

Lionpaw materializes out of seemingly nowhere "And who are you supposed to be?" he finds himself asking, a sneer curling up the corners of his lips "Mind your own business kid" he's ready to dismiss Lionpaw as nothing more than a nosy SkyClan apprentice, ready to send him on his way with a roll...

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Gatherings. Burnstorm had been dreading this one in particular, if he's honest. Soon, Flamestar would ascend that great rock and stand in the place where his grandmother should be. She'll make the announcement to the clans that Howlingstar is gone, slain by his own brother, her grandson, in a bd...

Burnstorm sits close to his mates side, golden eyes narrowed and tail twitching in a steady motion behind him as he listens to the young cat who crouches before them. Wrath-howl had taken one of his grandmother's lives. Who had killed a clanmate in cold blood and only after that did he feel...

// This takes place immediately after the battle. His sides heave, the scent of blood fills his nostrils and his golden eyes linger for a moment too long on the body of his brother. His brother. Despite everything, it still hurts. None of his siblings remained alive in ThunderClan...

The dark cloud that now hangs over his head like an impending storm doesn't leave. He puts on a brave face, does his best to act like everything is okay, but in the absence of his children, a smile is rarely written across his features and when it was it was for their benefit mostly. Stormywing...

"Im doing what I must to protect my kin" he says, the last word dripping with venom as he glares at Skyclaw through golden eyes turned cold. Skyclaw may share his blood, but he was no brother of his, he had forfeited that right the moment his paws had stepped down this path. Was Skyclaw truly so...

Into the quiet hours of the night, Burnstorm had allowed himself to cry. At first, it was quiet drops that blazed trails into the fur of his cheeks and then he was burying his face into his mates scruff, screwing his eyes shut and hoping that she didn’t mind as he wept into her thick pelt. When...

Never in all of his moons could Burnstorm have predicted this scene. His grandmother, stumbling into camp, fur smelling of the river and blood. At the same time that he lurches forward, others do as well, flocking to their leader with the same goal in mind as he. He does not want to crowd her...

With the tour of their territories out of the way, Burnstorm wanted to get straight to work. Coalpaw and Beetlepaw would be awoken the next morning before dawn even alit the morning sky, a paw reaching out to shake them awake and a gruff voice spoken softly in their ears "C'mon, get up. There is...