Recent content by THUNDERGLEAM

Starlight at Stormywing's side, Thundergleam's attention stayed staid upon Flamestar's face. DuskClan raked grave lines into her expression, as did ShadowClan's trespassing. Their borders were as strongly marked as ever, but certain cats had no respect. Should she not be surprised by ShadowClan...

The turn of the seasons was something divine, always... Thundergleam felt safe in the arms of the greenery, revitalised by a new warmth. It all brought a pleasant sigh to her breaths, eyes drifting half-closed in pale reverie. Yes... and it was kind of Stormywing to be so content with the night...

Never had she been offered to lead a patrol— only to attend them. To find out it was Raccoonstripe bestowing that honour upon her, despite how clear he often made his distrust of her... it was confusing, to say the very least. Pale eyes settled unmoving upon him, attempting to parse the depths...

Yet again, here... did Raccoonstripe know of the sourceless tenseness she felt? Surely, surely not... it would be more of an act of cruelty to send Stormywing here, certainly. There was no point in marinating in dread; she would only lead the way with confidence, glad to be given this honour...

Affection often pushed past sense whenever she looked at kittens... there came the echoing ask from Stormywing's lips, a dream. Some later future, promised between them... a silken purr fluttered upon her tongue at the sight, Bigkit bounding with the medicine cat's eyes softened upon them...

RiverClan's scent rolled steadily recognisable over the border; Thundergleam's gaze held on the newcomers strongly, blinking in silent study. No, this was not a patrol... merely a pair, one noticeably smaller than the other. Curiosity lit crimson— a contemplative hum buzzed against the walls of...

It would be impossible to rid Stormywing completely of what ailed her, of course... but the brush of her nose soothed her heart a little bit, that she had somewhat helped. It was all she wanted— to aid, to cleanse. Soft eyes curved with the beginnings of a smile, affection shining with...

Part of Thundergleam felt some need to swat her, only lightly, for thinking she should feel any need to hide things. Pathos won out, of course; a soft sigh left her as she drew as close as she could to Stormywing's side. In time, she hoped she would feel enough ease to fall against her side. For...

Oh, Chestnutroot did not sound impressed, and that was amusing. Oh, it was the kindly sort of deception... truths obscured to spare feelings, though Thundergleam's bloodied pupils saw through the veil, peeling back the layers of the soul. She saw naught to do about it but giggle, craning her...

Her sleep had not been deep, particularly. No... instead, that pleasant, dreamless float. Perhaps that was why Stormywing's paw nudging against her had fluttered a pale gaze into clarity, blinking away the bleariness of morning. Or— no, it was not morning. The knock of her mate's paw had been...

Thundergleam had seen Stormywing struck with claws like this before; by the very cat who strode forward to separate her from Raccoonstripe, now. Conflict broiled blood-red in the slitting of her pupils, uncertainty brushing chitinous wingbeat up her throat. Perhaps it was repentance he sought...

The thought of patrolling this border skimmed worry through her veins, quivering limbs in their stride. Now more than ever, Thundergleam was acutely aware of what lay beyond there— who might part the reeds. Desperately, she hoped not to meet any calico faces. Unkind of her, perhaps... to dread...

Solid ground was cold against her paws, which meant... oh, incomprehensibly, that this was real. Fortune stayed sweet on her tongue, twined tails with Stormywing's words- rose-petal eyes swam soft upon her face, ever-reliable confidence written there. Oh, she purred at the sight... divine sight...

In the wreath of their embrace, Thundergleam had not realised quite how stupid the question she had asked was. It sat sugar-sweet on her tongue, lingering and wonderful- and it stuttered out in a breath at Stormywing's response. Brazen and bold, brushed through with mischief- again, Thundergleam...

The shake in Stormywing's voice was oddly thrilling, strangely healing. For- oh, she knew the sound of that voice when it teetered into sorrow, and this was anything but. Was that not wonderful? Despite it all, the two of them could be cradled in dappled leaf-bare light, and feel a happiness...