- Jun 9, 2022
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Something he's only thought about recently, is what to make of the state of his youth. What to make of the fact that the foolish, toddling kit that had once been poking his head into his stores was now his apprentice, and hardly anymore, at that. What to make at the fact that he has grown to see his dear friend have kits, and his kits have kits. And then, as one final, cruel subversion, for that very friend to die.
Neither of them were elder - aged, forgetful of names or faces, struggling to groom themselves... No, Blazestar had not aged beyond saving. He had simply not cared to save himself, was all.
Though he's never said anything; never told them, it's with sincerity that he prays none of his children would take after him in such a way. He hopes that for Fireflypaw, the weight of the clan on those shoulders of his would keep him steady. He hopes that for Howlfire, the mewling of her kits would keep her that way. But then again, Blazestar had had both, and neither had stopped him, more than once.
Howlfire has never shown to need the sort of coddling that her other kin did. Never has he had to work through unending churning in his stomach to patch her wounds. Perhaps it was for this reason, that Dawnglare has not spent so much alone time with her. She was not fool enough to need him at her ear as much as the other two had.
No, it's for a different reason entirely, that he approaches her now. The thickly - laid velvet atop his spine prickles, just barely, but it's hardly any fault of her own. A decision lies ahead of him that has left him... twitchy. One that Howlfire did not necessarily need to know about, just yet. When he sits, it is with a request awaiting heavy on his tongue. He is not one to appear with prey in his jaws, for he thinks his time is a generous offer enough. " Howlfire, " cooly, he greats. " Life treats you well enough, doesn't it? " A thick - plume tail comes to rest atop his paws. " Well enough, that if I had one request for you, it would not make it so unbearable? "
// OOC: @Howlfire backwritten to before he left :3!!
Neither of them were elder - aged, forgetful of names or faces, struggling to groom themselves... No, Blazestar had not aged beyond saving. He had simply not cared to save himself, was all.
Though he's never said anything; never told them, it's with sincerity that he prays none of his children would take after him in such a way. He hopes that for Fireflypaw, the weight of the clan on those shoulders of his would keep him steady. He hopes that for Howlfire, the mewling of her kits would keep her that way. But then again, Blazestar had had both, and neither had stopped him, more than once.
Howlfire has never shown to need the sort of coddling that her other kin did. Never has he had to work through unending churning in his stomach to patch her wounds. Perhaps it was for this reason, that Dawnglare has not spent so much alone time with her. She was not fool enough to need him at her ear as much as the other two had.
No, it's for a different reason entirely, that he approaches her now. The thickly - laid velvet atop his spine prickles, just barely, but it's hardly any fault of her own. A decision lies ahead of him that has left him... twitchy. One that Howlfire did not necessarily need to know about, just yet. When he sits, it is with a request awaiting heavy on his tongue. He is not one to appear with prey in his jaws, for he thinks his time is a generous offer enough. " Howlfire, " cooly, he greats. " Life treats you well enough, doesn't it? " A thick - plume tail comes to rest atop his paws. " Well enough, that if I had one request for you, it would not make it so unbearable? "
// OOC: @Howlfire backwritten to before he left :3!!
