CONVERGING [BLAZINGHEART]

[EMBERFALL]

Blazingpaw - well, Blazingheart was someone she wasn't too familiar with. Their assignment today was sitting guard at the entrance of camp tonight, and she waits after until the daughter of Howlfire meets her off to the side. ” @BLAZINGHEART ,” The cinnamon smoke would greet with a slight nod of her head before wondering what to say next. She was used to training and being the best she could - a soldier that was she was raised at since birth until she found Skyclan, then she was introduced to morals. ”Your suffix matches you. Orangestar did a good choice at picking it.” Emberpaw would compliment as she treks towards the entrance of the camp and settles down as her lion-style tail loosely wraps around her forepaws.

Emberpaw wasn't sure if the two of them had anything in common besides their prefix relating to fires. Her fiery orange gaze stares off into the distance, alert in case any of Kite's parasitic siblings attempted to trespass again. The short-haired she casts a glance towards Blazingheart to study their body language and expression, hoping that her presence wasn't making it too awkward for the other. Howlfire's children had been attacked by rogues shortly after she joined, and she wonders if they can ever trust her, much like they trusted those with clan-blood in their veins. A quiet breath parts her lips as she brushes the thought away. Nothing mattered as long as she always put Skyclan first before anything else.

The cinnamon smoke wouldn't allow rogues to rampage in their territory without consequences even if it lead to her death. Her death would be worth if it meant protecting her clan even if they disliked her for the blood she had and where she came from. Though, Emberpaw would accept anything than to return to the cursed life she had before. There was a reason Emberpaw trained and pursued to be the best possible warrior, a loyal dog to Skyclan that would never bite the hand of its owner. Her short coat ruffles in the breeze as she shifts into a comfortable position as her defined muscles ripple underneath her fiery cinnamon coat.
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[BLAZINGHEART]

-`♡´- GOD, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? YOU'RE A PINK PONY GIRL AND YOU DANCE AT THE CLUB -`♡´-​

-`♡´- — Blazingheart didn't think she would be stuck watching camp tonight especially with one of her former denmates but she doesn't make a complaint as her jaws split to release a yawn. The sound of her new name on Emberpaw's tongue makes her stomach knot and curl with unease as the other molly mentions how her name is fitting, it takes everything in her power to not frown at that. It's indeed a good name that she can, at least, agree with but it doesn't feel like her own and that she's still in the shadow of her late grandfather... The name too large for her own paws to fill and well, she wishes sometimes that she hadn't been named Blazing after Blazestar since it only reminds cats of what they've lost and what they're stuck with instead... A lesser blaze that didn't burn as bright and lacked the same warmth that singed those that dared get too close to her. "Thank you, Emberpaw." She finally says not letting her true feelings on the matter slip into her voice as she settles across from the cinnamon furred molly and her tufted ears flick to the sides.

"Uh... What do you think your warrior name will be?" The young warrior decides to inquire awkwardly as her large paws shuffle in front of her and bottlebrush tail curls carefully over them, she's large and has a plush coat similar to that of Blazestar. She simply lacked his paler coat and his soft blue eyes but what she lacked... She made up in her silhouette that's painfully close to her grandfathers with the crest of her own father, Coyotecrest, that goes down her neck to the base of her spine. "Uh... Embereyes or... Emberpelt maybe?" Blazingheart inwardly cringes at the names that she suggests but really she doesn't know how Orangestar decides on names and she glances to the entrance of camp with a small frown on her face.

For a heartbeat, her mind wanders to think of oak trees and a fawn-like pelt paired with honeyed eyes... Blazingheart shakes her head as she huffs under her breath.

⡠﹞OH MAMA, IM JUST HAVING FUN -`♡´- ON THE STAGE IN MY HEELS﹝⠢

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  WARRIOR SKILLS;
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧ HUNTING
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧ TRACKING
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧ COMBAT
  — ✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧ STEALTH
  — ✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧ STRATEGY
  — ✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ SWIMMING
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧ CLIMBING
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  ♡ a large, longhaired red tabby feline with green eyes
  ♡ blazingheart's a sharp tongued warrior that can oftentimes come off as insensitive or uncaring even if it isn't necessarily his intent upon first meeting. she's rather prickly due to several events in her life and seen tense for the most part but she's trying to improve, all of her opinions are IC only.
  ♡ 13 moons old; ages the 28th every month
  ♡ asexual biromantic; currently interested in no one
  ♡ child of coyotecrest and howlfire
  ♡ sibling to wolfpaw and hawkspine
  ♡ currently being mentored by coyotecrest
  ♡ easy to befriend ; oftentimes quick to anger
  ♡ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ♡ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[EMBERFALL]

Her vibrant gaze watches the newly graduated warrior, and she notes the delay of a response to her compliment. Did Blazingheart not like her name, or was there a deeper connection to it? Her long tail flicks as she inquires her about her warrior name and it makes her ponder for a moment. What would Orangestar bestow as her warrior name? Would it be something about her prowess in combat, her unfaltering loyalty or something else? ”Hm... Emberstrike? I'm not creative with names,” The old apprentice would admit with a momentarily sheepish expression flashing across her typical unwavering features. Emberpaw wasn't well reversed in the questions such as names or when Oakrumble inquired if she was 'padding' after someone. Her gaze flicks toward the canopies as her eyes squint slightly from the sun peeking through the branches before returning to Blazingheart.

Embereyes or Emberpelt? An amused expression can be seen in her eyes as she shakes her head, ”I believe Emberpelt would've been a perfect name for you. Your coat reflects the very flames we're named after,” Emberpaw would remark as her gaze adverts to the entrance of camp in thought. There seemed to be pawfuls of warriors named after fire symbolisms, and it seemed to match them all perfectly. Fire warriors tended to be more kindred warriors with a conflicting history that lead to their scorning personality, a personality that seemed to refuse to let many get close. She hums in thought and she offers a rare smile, ”Being named after fires is quite symbolic of one. I believe it suits both of our personalities.” The cinnamon smoke murmurs with a faint yawn as she gives her spiked coat a shake.

”No matter how small a spark of fire can be, it can easily turn into something promising with time.” A curved claw taps against the ground as she reflects on the burning moors a few moons ago. Fire could be known as the symbol of passion and love, but it must be maintained. After all, a small spark could easily set a fire. The raging destructive forces of their name had positive connotations with the negative, but anything could be balanced out. After the fires ravaged Windclan and eventually died down, new life began to flourish. ”What do you think, Blazingheart?” Emberpaw would inquire with an owlishly tilt of her head to see how she would react to the connotation on their names.
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