BLAZESTAR
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- Jun 7, 2022
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Blazestar enters the clearing ahead of his Clan, and they’re quick to disperse among the cats in the forest. His own blue eyes wander toward the Great Rock, though he finds he isn’t quite ready to settle. Cicadastar lurks near Chilledstar, while Sootstar sits near a RiverClan lead warrior. At her side is a pale, fluffy imitation of her mate; Blazestar can only assume the apprentice is one of her kits. He averts his gaze, uninterested in interacting with any WindClan cat on this full moon. Where’s Howlingstar?
Other shapes stream by him. He sees a cat with a similar pelt to the ThunderClan leader, but he realizes after a heartbeat that it’s her son, one of the warriors on her council. At his side is Moonpaw. Blazestar looks at her with undisguised longing in his eyes—but she pays him no mind, nor does she pay Howlfire any mind. She icily finds a stranger with ShadowClan scent to talk to.
The Ragdoll’s jaw clenches. It is her right to talk to who she wishes, kin or not. She is almost a ThunderClan warrior now. Burnpaw, too, seems busy—he flicks a smaller version of himself with his tail before disappearing into the throng of cats. Blazestar’s gaze sharpens—this patch-pelted young feline is one of Little Wolf’s younger kits. One of his.
He draws closer almost hypnotically, unable to resist the urge to converse with one of his children. He settles beside them, clearing his throat to announce his presence. “Hello. Skypaw, right?” His golden tail curls about massive paws. “I’m sure we’ve met before… how’s your training coming along?” Perhaps it’d be strange for a leader to ask a kit he isn’t familiar with about their training, but Blazestar’s earnest expression implies he has a vested interest. After a heartbeat, dark blue eyes sweep around the clearing again, looking for Howlingstar.
// interacting with @skypaw. and looking for @HOWLINGSTAR
Other shapes stream by him. He sees a cat with a similar pelt to the ThunderClan leader, but he realizes after a heartbeat that it’s her son, one of the warriors on her council. At his side is Moonpaw. Blazestar looks at her with undisguised longing in his eyes—but she pays him no mind, nor does she pay Howlfire any mind. She icily finds a stranger with ShadowClan scent to talk to.
The Ragdoll’s jaw clenches. It is her right to talk to who she wishes, kin or not. She is almost a ThunderClan warrior now. Burnpaw, too, seems busy—he flicks a smaller version of himself with his tail before disappearing into the throng of cats. Blazestar’s gaze sharpens—this patch-pelted young feline is one of Little Wolf’s younger kits. One of his.
He draws closer almost hypnotically, unable to resist the urge to converse with one of his children. He settles beside them, clearing his throat to announce his presence. “Hello. Skypaw, right?” His golden tail curls about massive paws. “I’m sure we’ve met before… how’s your training coming along?” Perhaps it’d be strange for a leader to ask a kit he isn’t familiar with about their training, but Blazestar’s earnest expression implies he has a vested interest. After a heartbeat, dark blue eyes sweep around the clearing again, looking for Howlingstar.
// interacting with @skypaw. and looking for @HOWLINGSTAR