- Jun 17, 2024
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𓇢𓇢 So much has happened recently. So much loss. So much death. More than once the chocolate-furred tom has wondered, is it possible for all of ThunderClan to get along again? Is there a compromise, somewhere within the arguments of kittypet blood and true warriors? Peace could be reached… perhaps these murders are the ticket to peace, even. Perhaps all of ThunderClan must unite beneath their proudly-waving banner once again, a cooperative effort to fight off this unknown adversary. Laughblossom only worries about where his younger sibling would fall within the fallen logs of fate—whether the smaller tom would fare well, after all this.
He wears his name well. Wrath, mayhaps a precursor to the apprentice that he is today. The first domino to topple into the image of what he would become. Tormented, surely. All this infighting, this violence, this death… it cannot be good for a developing mind. A child, a boy so young as Wrathpaw, shouldn’t have to bear witness to such carnage. If they are not careful, this may affect him for moons to come…
He brushes his worries away, letting the feather-soft plumes of his tail curl against his younger sibling’s form. Were he by his lonesome he could lie on his side, stretch so that his toes could touch the sun-burst shocks of dandelions that sprout on either side of their sunlit patch of grass. But Laughblossom attends to his younger brother instead, with the gentle touch of his tongue across pale fur easing his mind even if Wrathpaw doesn’t enjoy it. He pauses, lifting his head to affix a kind hazel gaze upon his younger brother. "Sunny days like this… I’ll miss them when the seasons change again. These bones aren’t ready for the chill, I declare." Never mind that he is no elder—hardly even a warrior, named only months ago—and the chill of winter is far from seeping into time-worn bones. His muzzle quirks in a smile, and he aims to rasp his tongue once more over his younger brother’s forehead. Perhaps the mirth is only his, but it is important for them all to keep positivity about them in these trying times.
He wears his name well. Wrath, mayhaps a precursor to the apprentice that he is today. The first domino to topple into the image of what he would become. Tormented, surely. All this infighting, this violence, this death… it cannot be good for a developing mind. A child, a boy so young as Wrathpaw, shouldn’t have to bear witness to such carnage. If they are not careful, this may affect him for moons to come…
He brushes his worries away, letting the feather-soft plumes of his tail curl against his younger sibling’s form. Were he by his lonesome he could lie on his side, stretch so that his toes could touch the sun-burst shocks of dandelions that sprout on either side of their sunlit patch of grass. But Laughblossom attends to his younger brother instead, with the gentle touch of his tongue across pale fur easing his mind even if Wrathpaw doesn’t enjoy it. He pauses, lifting his head to affix a kind hazel gaze upon his younger brother. "Sunny days like this… I’ll miss them when the seasons change again. These bones aren’t ready for the chill, I declare." Never mind that he is no elder—hardly even a warrior, named only months ago—and the chill of winter is far from seeping into time-worn bones. His muzzle quirks in a smile, and he aims to rasp his tongue once more over his younger brother’s forehead. Perhaps the mirth is only his, but it is important for them all to keep positivity about them in these trying times.
- ooc: @WRATHPAW
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LAUGHBLOSSOM ❯❯ he/him, warrior of thunderclan
𓇢 silky-furred chocolate tabby with white spotting and hazel eyes. joyous and loud, but deeply protective of his clan.
𓇢 brother to lovelight, joywing, wrathpaw, pridepaw, merrypaw
𓇢 peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
𓇢 penned by foxlore