private NEW HORIZONS [flamewhisker]

[FALCONHEART]

𓍊𓋼 The wolves are gone. Batwing and Duskbird are dead. His friendship with Skyclaw is… over, he thinks. The clan is under severe tension, with cats at each other’s throats over things that are in the past and can’t be fixed now. Things feel so wrong, so unbalanced. ThunderClan doesn’t feel like… ThunderClan.

Falconheart has always been close with his mother. He’s close with both his parents, but there’s a difference between the support he seeks from each of them. In Flamewhisker, he seeks comfort. So the tom strides across camp to the nursery, picking up a mouse from the prey pile on his way. "Mom," he calls out as he pushes his way into the den. Moonwhisper and her kits are nowhere to be found, thankfully, so he makes his way over to settle beside his mother’s nest. The prey he’s brought is dropped carefully onto the ground in front of Flamewhisker’s nest, and he pushes it closer to her with a paw. His white-tipped tail flickers, brushing nervously across the ground.

His mom is pregnant, and that’s a strange thing for Falconheart to consider. He’s going to be someone’s older brother, he’s going to have little siblings to help his parents look after. "How are you doing—you know, with the kits? I can’t wait to meet them." His bicolored eyes widen slightly, ear flicking with interest.​

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[Flamestar]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ It was a pleasant surprise to see her son enter the den. Her eyes lit up, and she beckoned for him to join her with her tail. "Falconheart!" she trilled, before a warm purr began to rumble in her throat. His cream figure padded over to her, a mouse dangling from his jaws. When he sets it in front of her, she smiles and gazes down on it wolfishly. The kits inside her were as hungry as bottomless pits...even this mouse wouldn't tide them over for long. "Thank you dear." Her words were soft, motherly. No matter how old her first kits were, they would always be her kits.

She leaned down to take a bite from the prey, and he asked how she was doing. A question that nearly everyone asked her now. I'm just expecting, I'm not dying. She bites the words back, not daring to snap at her son. Nobody came in the nursery to talk anymore, it was always How are you feeling? "They'll be here before you know it," she says first "you'll make an excellent brother. Who knows, maybe you'll get to mentor one of them." Green eyes meet his own bicolored orbs. " I think that would be amazing." Maybe she would ask Howlingstar, after they were born of course. Nowadays she was too tired to walk too far...besides, their leader needed to rest anyways. Not worry about assigning mentors to unborn kits.

One more bite finished the mouse off, and she licked her lips satisfyingly before turning to look at him once more. "How are you doing though? With everything that happened.." Her words trailed off, and her tone grew more serious than before. Falconheart's friendship with Batwing hadn't gone unnoticed by her, and he had been raised alongside Duskbird. As much as she loved her son's surprise company, she knew he hadn't come in here just to ask her about the kits.

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  FLAMEWHISKER ✩ she/her, deputy of thunderclan, 31 moons, ages on the 20th
  ⭃ LH red tabby with low white (masks black tabby, carries dilute, solid)
  ⭃ currently mated to Flycatcher / / mother to: Falconheart and Stormfeather
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ will start a fight, will finish fights, will kill (case depending)
  ⭃ link to toyhouse
  ⭃ penned by Icey ! ↛ @icefang65 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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