LIGHTING OF THE BLAZE [ hailstorm ]

[batwing]

.i'll be your calm, —————————

————————— before the storm!.

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Being home was akin to nothing else. He had brought lungwort back home, saved those who were still in need of it. Duskpaw. Tigerpaw. His own mate. Leopardtongue. The ink that cast over the sky found Batwing sitting in the narrows of camp, eyes closed and nose lifted towards the moon. If only he could be closer to the stars, maybe he could hear them speak. Hear the moon guide them home. Whisper thoughts and proceedings to Little Wolf, to his family. Ears twitched gently as he lowered his head, turning his vision through the camp.

Hailstorm was really the one he wished had been able to come home to someone. They deserved better. Thoughts like vipers whispered to him, and Batwing's head lowered. The cool of night was piercing, laying on his shorter fur like ice. The snow in the mountains would soon be joining them here, and he wondered how Hailstorm would handle. Batwing himself hadn't been able to see blood in the same way. He hadn't been able to see a dead body the same way- the loss of Maplepatch had even shook him to his core.

He blew out a breath of exhaustion, his breath turning white as it curled against the air. It wasn't too terribly cold out, but enough to make his breath change. Another leafbare for the tales of history, he supposed. Inhaling deeply, Batwing closed his eyes again and tipped his nose back towards the stars.

@HAILSTORM.

"speech"​

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[GENTLESTORM]

I SEE A SONG OF PAST ROMANCE — Large paws bring him forward noticing that Batwing wasn't in the warriors den of which Hailstorm avoided oftentimes due to feeling crowded and that feeling of suffocating oftentimes especially when he woke up in a cold sweat. He refuses to sleep now opting to sleep later when exhaustion would pull heavily at his body and eyes, the burly tom ambling over to his best friend remembering how the two of them had left one another when the groups had split up and he hadn't gotten the chance to catch up with him. Batwing's a father and a lead warrior, he must be proud of himself for coming home to someone he loves and being recognized by Thunderclan, by Howlingstar. Hailstorm does not envy him nor feels distaste towards Batwing for having something he could never have, a mate and a family waiting for him at home, he's too exhausted emotionally and mentally to feel such a way towards anyone let alone his own best friend.

"Pretty chilly tonight, hm?" Hailstorm starts as he sits besides his friend lending his warmth for the much shorter furred tom and offering a small smile, he knows that it would only be a matter of time before the frigid, cruel cold of the mountains would soon descend upon them of which he isn't the most excited about. He's silent for a few heartbeats only to speak once more in a quiet voice "Congratulations." There's a brief pause only to finish "For being promoted, bringing back the lungwort in time, and... A father." His nose lifts to the skies and let out his own plume of cold breath out, a ghost of a smile still present on his maw and his ear flicked to the side.

Hailstorm's gaze focused on the nightsky with stars scattered amongst it like fallen snow and his gaze turns sad for a moment, for a mere second, and he clears his throat glancing to the side.

✦ I SEE THE SACRIFICE OF MAN; I SEE PORTRAYALS OF BETRAYALS

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  ✦ longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white and brown eyes
  ✦ amab he/him ; other pronouns used towards him will confuse him
  ✦ 49 moons old
  ✦ bisexual demiromantic; mates with little wolf
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ semi-difficult in combat; relies on strength, his large size, and wits
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed

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