private LOCKED AWAY // blazestar

[mothpaw.]

She feels like a kitten every time she must seek out the fluffy tom - much of her wishes she could simply slip away, uncaring to what anyone might say. StarClan, maybe she could. With the plague, and the rogues, and now RiverClan, who would miss the standoffish apprentice that is Moth? Your siblings. And even if there were a world wherein Moth would happily abandon her brother and sister, they would just as easily tattle on her.

At the end of the day, it becomes more trouble for her to be a troublemaker than just about anyone else.

In any case, she approaches the tom, tail twitching behind her, "Blaze, sir?" She is purposeful with his name, making the addition of sir almost laughable. "I'd like to visit my father. With all that's going on... he deserves to know," She has her motives beyond keeping Vermilionsun informed. She wants to be with her father again - her true protector. If that means an aimless life in the sewers than so be it. She takes a long pause, and her ears flick back as her confidence wavers, "And - I would like to bring him back. Falcon is sick and... he could die. He deserves to see our father, too, if that is to happen." Blaze is a kind soul (he allowed three motherless kits into his care, after all,) but he could very well still wish to protect his own at the end if the day.

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[BLAZESTAR]

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XXXXXBlazestar has been out of his den and, with Smokethroat and their collective councils’ help, orchestrating their massively-changed Clan life. He is hardly surprised by the stamping paws Mothpaw approaches him on—her steely blue-eyed gaze is unflinching, demanding, and the way she addresses him causes him to sigh. “Blazestar,” he corrects her, gently. She has resisted much of SkyClan’s culture, and her refusal to even call her leader by his Clan name still worries him. Vermilionsun’s kits—with the exception of Falconpaw—have caused only havoc and discord since he’d brought them to Yukio moons ago.

XXXXX“I’d like to visit my father. With all that’s going on… he deserves to know.” Blazestar studies her, then nods. “Very well. But you shouldn’t go alone.” His mind races, wondering which escort he could spare—their paws are all so full that he loathes to send a warrior to do a non-crucial task. Still, rogue blood or not, Mothpaw is only an apprentice, and their forest is still teeming with danger. “…I’ll take you and Zappaw myself, if you’d like.” He doesn’t particularly want to see Vermilionsun again—shame still coats his tongue like bitter honey—but he isn’t sure how else to ensure his kits can see him safely.

XXXXXHer next question though sends his eyes stretching across his face. “Bring him into camp? A rogue?” His jaw tightens, but he knows his resolve will crumble. Wouldn’t a father want to see his sick, dying son? Wouldn’t he want to be able to pay his goodbyes, if it came to that? They wouldn’t exactly be able to move Falconpaw outside of camp, and thus, Blazestar sighs. “This once, I will allow it, but you will not do anything without me present. Is that clear?”

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