pafp ASUNDER / exploration

[BLAZINGHEART]

THERE WILL COME A SOLDIER — His grandpa had been there to turn his attention away from the medicine cat den, well, Blazingkit noticed that his grandfather wasn't around to sit him down for a story and his curiosity gets the best of the little tabby tom. He had separated from his sisters to see why Fireflypaw went into that den so many times and why lots of cats went in and out of it, both feathered ears pricked forward only to place one paw in front of the other until he finds himself at the mouth of the den. Usually he would've brought his sisters along on such an exploration but Blazingkit thought it was best if he went on his own, a solo mission, and then he would report back to them so then they'd know what he had found. He sneaks a quick glance over his shoulder to make sure nobody had seen him only to step into the den and stared at everything with owl sized eyes.

It smelled of weird plants, he walks in further with his bottlebrush tail up in the air and he can't help but feel like he's being watched. It's an uneasy feeling that he doesn't like much but shoulders it off as he follows the scent of herbs with his nose twitching. His head lowering to the ground to try sniffing out the secrets in the herb den and finds himself sneezing from the dust that wafts into his nose, Blazingkit takes a moment to sit down and rub at his nose. His plush kitten pelt bristling at the sound of a single pawstep.

He isn't here alone...

/ please wait for @DAWNGLARE

WHO CARRIES A MIGHTY SWORD 𓆩✧𓆪 HE WILL TEAR YOUR CITY DOWN

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  ✧ longhaired red tabby tom with green eyes
  ✧ 3 moons old; ages the 28th every month
  ✧ sexuality unknown; too young
  ✧ son of coyotecrest and howlfire
  ✧ brother to wolfkit and hawkkit
  ✧ easy to befriend; will throw a tantrum if you call him filthy
  ✧ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✧ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[DAWNGLARE]

The air is disturbed the moment undersized paws step within the hazel bush.

What is it, he wonders— and always would, that brings the pitter - patter of little feet to his den? It most certainly was not him. Dawnglare would not place himself beside the nursery if he could help it. His scowl certainly did not invite pestering from kits— unless it did, in that way they were attracted to situations that didn't need them. Perhaps Fireflypaw has been uttering nonsense, while he looks away. Perhaps he's he's been inviting them, snot - noses and kitten sniffles and all. Fireflypaw could do so as much as he pleased, when this den was his. And that wouldn't be for.... forever. That's right.

He does not hide himself. It is his den, after all. Anyone with a brain would spot him, and take his unamused look as a sign to leave. Of course, kits are exempt from such criteria. Or perhaps, the kit thinks him blind.

And so, Dawnglare is leering toward them with narrowed eyes. Paws slip from darkness to white, caught in the sunlight that filters into the den. He does not owe it to anyone, to keep his scowl from his face. " Does your mother know where you are? " he drawls, no real sympathy in his voice. He makes himself smaller, only so he could properly gaze the kit in the eye. " I can tell you, you are not where you should be. Shoo, " he grumbles, and it's more courtesy than the thing deserves. Lightly, he would jab at the kitten's side, urging him to the exit.

A WISE WOMAN SAID I'M ALIVE 🍷 NOBODY'S EVER TOLD HER SHE'S WRONG

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• ( I'M AS ALIVE AS HER BEARD IS LONG ) DAWNGLARE Medicine Cat of SkyClan. Mentoring Fireflypaw
  𓆩♡𓆪 He / him , deeply confused by the use of other pronouns
  𓆩♡𓆪 Currently 60 moons old as of 12.05.23. Mated to Mallowlark
  
  Unsettling and strange, Dawnglare bears a unique perception to the world and stars above on top of a generally unpleasant disposition. Holds others to uniquely impossible standards and himself undeniably above the rest.
  Mood is decided by dice - rolls per thread, with the exception of some important threads

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[BLAZESTAR]

Blazestar is too late to deter Blazingkit from entering Dawnglare’s den today—he just sees the tip of an auburn tail disappear into the mouth of the den, and then he hears Dawnglare’s shooing hiss of annoyance. The Ragdoll purrs, remembering Fireflypaw and his littermates doing the same thing on stubby little legs, tripping over too-big paws and needling Dawnglare’s tail with their baby teeth. The medicine cat has little patience left for intruders, he knows—he’d been dealing with them since the Clan’s formation, and not all of them had been so innocent.

“If I had to bet,” he says outside, voice low and deep, “Howlfire does not know where he’s at. Blazingkit, come on out now, and I’ll tell you about a time your uncle Fireflypaw got into some trouble…” He’s not sure if the promise of a story is enough to lure the headstrong little tomkit away from the temptations of Dawnglare’s den, but he does his best to make it sound tempting.

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[BLAZINGHEART]

THERE WILL COME A SOLDIER — He turns around to see the looming figure of Dawnglare who begins to ask if his mother knew where he was and Blazingkit blinks up at the older tom with a small frown on his maw noticing the funny expression that the medicine cat was making before mimicking it to answer with an overexaggerated snort "No, she doesn't!" Bearing his own scowl, the kitten squints at the other to lock eyes with him only to feel the light jab at his side and in turn, Blazingkit lifts his own little paw to lightly swat at Dawnglare wherever he could reach considering how the other practically dwarfed him and with his snout wrinkling "Shouldn't you be in the elders den?" He questions with an almost accusatory tone, maybe, Blazingkit wasn't the true trespasser but this Dawnglare fellow. Regardless, the tabby tom isn't able to investigate when the sound of his grandpa's voice sounds from outside and shoots the other a quick glare as if to say this isn't over before hurriedly scrambling out of the den. Whatever the weird old tom probably had fleas.

It isn't long until Blazingkit approaches Blazestar's side with his fuzzy tail lifted in the air, the offer of a story far too tempting to miss out on and he brushes against the golden fur of his grandfather in a warm greeting only to settle down beside him. The little kitten glancing up at him with big, owl sized eyes awaiting to hear the story of how Fireflypaw had gotten in trouble. It makes him wonder how many stories does his grandfather have... Maybe he should trespass and bother Dawnglare often aside from asking stories from Blazestar, the sides of his mouth twitching at the thought. In his mind, it was a brilliant idea.

WHO CARRIES A MIGHTY SWORD 𓆩✧𓆪 HE WILL TEAR YOUR CITY DOWN

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• 
  ✧ longhaired red tabby tom with green eyes
  ✧ 3 moons old; ages the 28th every month
  ✧ sexuality unknown; too young
  ✧ son of coyotecrest and howlfire
  ✧ brother to wolfkit and hawkkit
  ✧ easy to befriend; will throw a tantrum if you call him filthy
  ✧ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✧ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[DAWNGLARE]

Blazestar's appearance is timely, if anything, his rumbling mew providing the predicted answer of likely not. The child confirms this, not sounding nearly as guilty about the fact as Dawnglare thinks he ought to be. The defiant glare he gives is nearly... well, cute is too strong a word. Perhaps endearing. Endearing - adjacent. That is— until his little paw reaches to smack at his own, pale and white and now dirtied by kitten - mits. Dawnglare scoffs aloud. Audacity, is what this was; impoliteness borne from the blood of wild cats. Nothing from Blaise, surely...

Shouldn't you be in the elders den? His eye gives a twitch. Annoyance morphs into a tight sort - of - smile, turning his eyes into thin crescents. " If I ought to be an elder, this one is bound for the den, himself. Nine times over, even. " Dawnglare says, muzzle jerking to gesture to the kits grandfather. Grandfather. Oh, when did that happen...?

His blink is nearly - appreciative, as Blazestar attempts to lure away the nosy kit with the promise of a story. Distantly, he can recall listening to his own Mother's ramblings, when he was a kit... Of course, it works. But— ah, not well enough, as the kit plops himself down about a whisker outside of his den. Dawnglare goes straight - faced, appraising the situation with flickering eyes. Was he serious? He was.

After a few moments, he says, screwing up his eyes. " ...No. Not here. "

A WISE WOMAN SAID I'M ALIVE 🍷 NOBODY'S EVER TOLD HER SHE'S WRONG

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• ( I'M AS ALIVE AS HER BEARD IS LONG ) DAWNGLARE Medicine Cat of SkyClan. Mentoring Fireflypaw
  𓆩♡𓆪 He / him , deeply confused by the use of other pronouns
  𓆩♡𓆪 Currently 60 moons old as of 12.05.23. Mated to Mallowlark
  
  Unsettling and strange, Dawnglare bears a unique perception to the world and stars above on top of a generally unpleasant disposition. Holds others to uniquely impossible standards and himself undeniably above the rest.
  Mood is decided by dice - rolls per thread, with the exception of some important threads

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