private DRIVING HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS [ ☼ ] FLAMESTAR

[BURNSTORM]

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 ThunderClan. But he was also a mate, a father, a mentor and with Roflame stepping into the position of deputy he had been doing some thinking about those titles, about what was the most important of them to him.

So here he stands now, a shadow cast upon the walls of his leaders den. Golden eyes take in the dimly lit space. It has not changed much since his grandmother was leader. It is still the same bed of moss at the centre, still the same four walls and stone-smell, but the cat who sits in it is different. Instead of a pelt swathed in earth tones his leader is now one of fire and sun. "Flamestar, I hope I'm not interrupting something." he says as he enters, dipping his head in a polite greeting. Just like Howlingstar taught him

// @Flamestar

( ☼ ) Darling, I'd go through it again

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  BURNSTORM THUNDERCLAN LEAD WARRIOR ; HE / HIM ; BROTHER TO MORNINGPAW, MOONWHISPER, HOWLFIRE, FIREFLYGLOW, SKYCLAW & DUSKBIRD ; MATE TO ROEFLAME ; FATHER TO DOVEPAW, BEETLEPAW, AND LITTLEPAW
  

  A large, sharp tongued, tom with long black fur and golden, oval shaped, eyes.

  ✦ Difficult in battle. A skilled fighter + fights honorably
  ✦ Mentoring Beetlepaw and Coalpaw
  

 

[Flamestar]

〔✦〕The den smells of herbs, one of the few smells she despised. Gentlestorm had allowed her to recover in her den, but the stale air was growing old. She desired the taste of the forest, for the wind to ripple through her pelt. Instead, she had to lay here and wait for the medicine cat's herbs to bind her torn skin together with time. Healing and rest were never something she particularly cared to listen to, but Starclan had already two of her lives...the last thing she wished for was to lose a third so soon due to her own stubbornness.

When Burnstorm announced his entrance, his head dipped politely, Flamestar was laying in her nest. Normally she would stand to greet him, but she was sure he would understand her inability to do such. Instead, she would let out a purr of greeting, and beckon with her tail for him to join her. "Good morning, Burnstorm. You are not interrupting a thing...Gentlestorm would have my pelt if I were busy." She flashes him a friendly smile, "What's on your mind?"

no damsel in distress ( dont need to save me ) //

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• FLAMESTAR —— leader of thunderclan , mentoring merlinpaw . storm x lily . littermate to nala, smokey, and nemo ✦ penned by icey !
  ✦ afab / she/her / 39 moons & ages every 20ᵗʰ
  ✦ widowed / heterosexual / closed to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— difficult in battle, will start & finish fights
  ★★★★★★☆☆★
  
  ✦ "speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ tags — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
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  a longhaired red tabby with low white and green eyes. flamewhisker's fur is a vibrant hue of red, riddled with thick classic tabby markings. her fur is medium in length, and she has a large, feathery tail. her chest, belly, tail tip, and her paws are dipped white. flamewhisker's eyes are a dark, deep shade of green. her shoulder has a large scar on it from a fight with a dog. she also has a shredded ear from a disagreement with a loner during her time alone before joining thunderclan. on particularly cold days, or sometimes before a major weather change, she will walk with a slight limp from her shoulder injury.

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