- Jun 7, 2022
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Blazestar has not been as observant as he should be. Trapped in his own head, concerned about missing cats, about ThunderClan's territory dispute with RiverClan, about the daughters he will never meet - and more. It has truly been nearly seasons since Blazestar has been the leader he should be, who is involved in the affairs of his Clanmates, paying attention to their daily lives.
He had truthfully not noticed Figpaw's roundness or frequent disappearances at all, and admittedly, even if he had, would it have mattered to him? Figpaw's mentor is a daylight warrior who is frequently away at her housefolk's nest. And her sudden roundness... well, the part-time warriors, again, all have a certain filled-out look to them, not dependent solely upon forest prey.
When a concerned apprentice comes to him with concerns about Figpaw, Blazestar focuses his gaze on her for the first time in moons. Her belly is more than filled out; the young golden tabby almost resembles Snorlaxmoon more than she does Tallulahwing.
He shakes the cobwebs collecting dust in his brain and beckons the young she-cat into his den, his tail tip flicking. Blazestar is not angry, and hopefully, Figpaw can tell by his body language that he isn't. There's a measured expression on his face as he studies her. "Figpaw. Tallulahwing tells me your training is going well, and you are on track for your ceremony." Despite himself, his blue gaze travels to the leg that had kept her in Dawnglare's den for so long. "You've met many difficulties, and still your mentor believes you nearly ready for warriorhood. You must be proud and ready to serve SkyClan."
Almost jokingly, Blazestar adds, "If you're a good enough hunter to keep a figure like that, I imagine we all have a thing or two to learn from you..." He trails off, but his eyes do not leave her. He is giving her a chance to explain herself.
// @FIGPAW
He had truthfully not noticed Figpaw's roundness or frequent disappearances at all, and admittedly, even if he had, would it have mattered to him? Figpaw's mentor is a daylight warrior who is frequently away at her housefolk's nest. And her sudden roundness... well, the part-time warriors, again, all have a certain filled-out look to them, not dependent solely upon forest prey.
When a concerned apprentice comes to him with concerns about Figpaw, Blazestar focuses his gaze on her for the first time in moons. Her belly is more than filled out; the young golden tabby almost resembles Snorlaxmoon more than she does Tallulahwing.
He shakes the cobwebs collecting dust in his brain and beckons the young she-cat into his den, his tail tip flicking. Blazestar is not angry, and hopefully, Figpaw can tell by his body language that he isn't. There's a measured expression on his face as he studies her. "Figpaw. Tallulahwing tells me your training is going well, and you are on track for your ceremony." Despite himself, his blue gaze travels to the leg that had kept her in Dawnglare's den for so long. "You've met many difficulties, and still your mentor believes you nearly ready for warriorhood. You must be proud and ready to serve SkyClan."
Almost jokingly, Blazestar adds, "If you're a good enough hunter to keep a figure like that, I imagine we all have a thing or two to learn from you..." He trails off, but his eyes do not leave her. He is giving her a chance to explain herself.
// @FIGPAW
[ PENNED BY MARQUETTE ]