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Blisteringfury finds himself waking in the middle of the night only to shift uncomfortably to his side and sees the moonlight that shines through the mouth of the warriors den, he'd usually force himself to go back to sleep but his thoughts are far too loud tonight. He spares a brief glance in the direction of his sleeping clanmates only to push himself to stand on his paws before carefully weaving himself through his slumbering clanmates and slips into the moonlit camp hearing the sound of cricket song. It brings some sort of comfort to him that he'd rather be caught dead than ever admit that when nightfall arrives... it reminds him of much simpler times. The ones that he found himself foolishly wishing for especially nights like these and he supposes that some wounds take longer to heal than others despite how much that frustrates him.
It's times like this where he's weak and he hates himself for continuing to be so vulnerable... and to keep lingering in the past. And yet, he selfishly allows his mind to wander as he thinks about a cinnamon tabby coat belonging to that of his former mate, Dune, and how they had been so sweet on one another. If he had told him that he was expecting their kits... would he have stayed at his side instead of going with Blacktree to Shadowclan? Perhaps, he could've talked some sense into Blacktree and the three of them could've stayed together... Foolish... foolish... and naive.
His claws dig into the chilling soil underneath his paws knowing that such a thing likely wouldn't occur and he can't help but wonder if they thought about him too, if they still... somehow had some love leftover in their hearts for him. The shuffling of paws is enough to break him out of those thoughts and his ears snap upwards, the once vulnerable warrior sits upright and allows the silence to linger for a heartbeat longer "You know I don't like it when you stare at me like a dumbfounded mouse." His tone is sharp but there are undertones of exhaustion and his tail lashes behind him once before carefully curling around his forepaws in a neat manner, the breeze pushing the familiar scent of one of his kits towards him, and he only hopes that it isn't Torridpaw or they'd only hit him with endless questions.
It's times like this where he's weak and he hates himself for continuing to be so vulnerable... and to keep lingering in the past. And yet, he selfishly allows his mind to wander as he thinks about a cinnamon tabby coat belonging to that of his former mate, Dune, and how they had been so sweet on one another. If he had told him that he was expecting their kits... would he have stayed at his side instead of going with Blacktree to Shadowclan? Perhaps, he could've talked some sense into Blacktree and the three of them could've stayed together... Foolish... foolish... and naive.
His claws dig into the chilling soil underneath his paws knowing that such a thing likely wouldn't occur and he can't help but wonder if they thought about him too, if they still... somehow had some love leftover in their hearts for him. The shuffling of paws is enough to break him out of those thoughts and his ears snap upwards, the once vulnerable warrior sits upright and allows the silence to linger for a heartbeat longer "You know I don't like it when you stare at me like a dumbfounded mouse." His tone is sharp but there are undertones of exhaustion and his tail lashes behind him once before carefully curling around his forepaws in a neat manner, the breeze pushing the familiar scent of one of his kits towards him, and he only hopes that it isn't Torridpaw or they'd only hit him with endless questions.
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ARE YOU MAN ENOUGH TO TAKE THE BLAME FOR THIS?
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BLISTERINGFURYTHUNDERCLAN WARRIOR
TRANS MASC x HE/THEY/ITx"speech", thoughts, attacking
a longhaired tortoiseshell with several scars littering his body from the battle that broke out between the split colonies, a cruel reminder to the betrayal that he felt that day, and has a pair of emerald toned eyes. he has patches of ivory on his body along with more smoky gray spots near his cheeks, limbs, and tail.
parent of flickerdance, searingpaw, torridpaw, gutsypaw, and tenebrouspaw ; ex-mate of dunehusk and blacktree ; currently not interested in seeking out serious relationships or courting anyone
venom and sharpened words are normally thrown out from his jaws whenever he ends up on a patrol near shadowclan. this doesn't lessen in the slightest when he catches sight of his old flames either, if anything, he only feels angry and brandishes that anger as a weapon. the moggy isn't friendly to anyone outside of thunderclan and he's especially unkind to shadowclan.