{$title} Let's be friends
FLAME OF SHADOWCLAN
To say Flame was worrying over some of the clan cats was... an understatement. He had seen the shell-shocked look on Seal's face when Marble had carried her back to their new camp. The little one hadn't seen much of the battle itself, but the aftermath had been enough. The sight of her mother lying still... Gone forever, he was sure it had seared itself into her young mind. According to Marble, it had been one of the most heartbreaking things she'd ever witnessed.
So Flame had taken it upon himself to help where he could. Small gestures, here and there, to make things just a little easier for the kit. Whether it was bringing her fresh prey or coaxing her to leave the nursery for a bit of sunlight, Flame made sure she didn't feel forgotten.
Even now, as he gently nudged her to join him for a walk, his watchful eyes never left her. The flame-point tom kept his pace slow and steady, matching Seal's smaller strides. He let her lead, allowing her to decide where they'd go.
" Do you ever think the wind hears our thoughts? " Flame asked softly, his tone light and musing as they padded along. His gaze flicked toward the trees, watching the way the branches swayed. There wasn't a destination in mind, not really. If Seal wanted to talk, he'd listen. If she wanted to hunt, they'd try that. And if she just wanted quiet company, he'd give her that too.
" I'd like to think the wind carries secrets with it. " Flame continued, his voice a gentle hum. " Not that we can ever hear them. We don't listen well enough. " He turned his head slightly, glancing back at the small kit.
Flame smiled, his heart aching for the little kit. " Come on... " he meowed gently, nudging her forward. " Let's see where the wind takes us today. "
To say Flame was worrying over some of the clan cats was... an understatement. He had seen the shell-shocked look on Seal's face when Marble had carried her back to their new camp. The little one hadn't seen much of the battle itself, but the aftermath had been enough. The sight of her mother lying still... Gone forever, he was sure it had seared itself into her young mind. According to Marble, it had been one of the most heartbreaking things she'd ever witnessed.
So Flame had taken it upon himself to help where he could. Small gestures, here and there, to make things just a little easier for the kit. Whether it was bringing her fresh prey or coaxing her to leave the nursery for a bit of sunlight, Flame made sure she didn't feel forgotten.
Even now, as he gently nudged her to join him for a walk, his watchful eyes never left her. The flame-point tom kept his pace slow and steady, matching Seal's smaller strides. He let her lead, allowing her to decide where they'd go.
" Do you ever think the wind hears our thoughts? " Flame asked softly, his tone light and musing as they padded along. His gaze flicked toward the trees, watching the way the branches swayed. There wasn't a destination in mind, not really. If Seal wanted to talk, he'd listen. If she wanted to hunt, they'd try that. And if she just wanted quiet company, he'd give her that too.
" I'd like to think the wind carries secrets with it. " Flame continued, his voice a gentle hum. " Not that we can ever hear them. We don't listen well enough. " He turned his head slightly, glancing back at the small kit.
Flame smiled, his heart aching for the little kit. " Come on... " he meowed gently, nudging her forward. " Let's see where the wind takes us today. "
RUN BOY RUN ——・゚✦
・゚✦ —— THE SUN WILL BE GUIDING YOU