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Out of all her kits, Torridpaw is the one that concerns him the most and he knows that he needn't coddle their child but he still can't help but worry that the tortoiseshell isn't prepared for the world that they slip out into everyday. It makes him uneasy whenever his youngest finds themselves near the Thunderpath where Shadowclan could easily fill poison into their ears especially Dunehusk, oh, how much he hated the father of their kits and he didn't doubt that the cinnamon tabby wouldn't take the chance of rotting the mind of their youngest. To potentially turn Torridpaw from the only parent that they've only ever known since their birth and that alone makes it hard to breathe, hard to think, and he couldn't - no, he didn't want to imagine the possibility of his youngest kit leaving Thunderclan to join those pack of misfits that lay beyond the Thunderpath.
That's why he needed to be an ever present figure in the lives of his kits and why he needed to push them so that they'd reach their full potential, he was preparing them for whatever heartbreak they may end up facing, and he never wanted them to hurt as much as he had. Blisteringfury didn't want either of his children to fall into the same hollow and distant feeling that he had felt all those moons ago, the same feelings that caused a wedge between himself and Flickerdance. He almost wishes that they were little again so he could coil his tail around all of his kits to protect them from the thorns that threatened to pierce into soft flesh and peach-like fur, he swallows as he breaks away from his own thoughts and he finds himself making a beeline towards his youngest child.
He needs to clear his throat before speaking lest his voice cracks underneath the overwhelming emotions that threaten to drown him at that very moment "Torridpaw." It slips out from his jaws with his usual firmness and Blisteringfury stares at them for a long heartbeat only to continue, "Follow me, my child. Let's go hunting and bring something back," The patchwork tom had to yank the apprentice out from the clouds and to the present, he needed Torridpaw here with him and he would do anything to ensure that it stays that way... A morbid thought crosses his mind but he's quick to silence it and he flicks his tail to further coax the youngest of his litter to follow after him, he'd try spending as much time as he could so that his children didn't lose their way.
That's why he needed to be an ever present figure in the lives of his kits and why he needed to push them so that they'd reach their full potential, he was preparing them for whatever heartbreak they may end up facing, and he never wanted them to hurt as much as he had. Blisteringfury didn't want either of his children to fall into the same hollow and distant feeling that he had felt all those moons ago, the same feelings that caused a wedge between himself and Flickerdance. He almost wishes that they were little again so he could coil his tail around all of his kits to protect them from the thorns that threatened to pierce into soft flesh and peach-like fur, he swallows as he breaks away from his own thoughts and he finds himself making a beeline towards his youngest child.
He needs to clear his throat before speaking lest his voice cracks underneath the overwhelming emotions that threaten to drown him at that very moment "Torridpaw." It slips out from his jaws with his usual firmness and Blisteringfury stares at them for a long heartbeat only to continue, "Follow me, my child. Let's go hunting and bring something back," The patchwork tom had to yank the apprentice out from the clouds and to the present, he needed Torridpaw here with him and he would do anything to ensure that it stays that way... A morbid thought crosses his mind but he's quick to silence it and he flicks his tail to further coax the youngest of his litter to follow after him, he'd try spending as much time as he could so that his children didn't lose their way.
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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.