Private BERNADETTE, YOU ARE MY LIBERTY ˋঌ˖ torridpaw

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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.
ARE YOU MAN ENOUGH TO TAKE THE BLAME FOR THIS?
BLISTERINGFURY
THUNDERCLAN WARRIOR
TRANS MASC x HE/THEY/IT​
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"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.
 
✦∘𓈒・ Since learning of his kin across the border, the tortoiseshell has been enamored, in a sense. To think, there's an entire branch of his family somewhere out there who he's never had the good fortune to meet! Somewhere deep down there's the hope that his parents could reunite someday, that there's still love lying in wait for the perfect opportunity to spring forth and bloom once again. Blisteringfury doesn't want to make amends, which Torridpaw understands—but wouldn't they all be so much happier if they were together again?

When his parent calls his name, the apprentice's black-capped paws skitter backward from the pile of leaves he'd been steadily creeping closer to. Did they think he was going to run off or something? "I wasn't gonna-" Their words are cut off with a soft snick of teeth when their mouth shuts, knowing that it's futile to try and explain himself. Blisteringfury doesn't seem to be upset, really—they're just being their usual self, expectant in a way that Torridpaw can't figure out how to appease. He trots over to join the warrior with a flutter of his tail, a placating smile playing at his muzzle. "'m right here, okay?" His golden eyes rise to Blisteringfury's face, seeking to make eye contact with his father as he speaks. It's his own sort of reassurance, an action made with the intent of calming whatever bristled hackles have lifted across his father's back.

He loves his parent, but sometimes it's hard to look at the familiar scarred face of the warrior. That muzzle is so frequently turned down into a frown (or even deeper, a scowl), and Torridpaw finds himself wishing that he could just… put a smile there. He wishes he could scrape the anger from every surface, scrubbing until there's a shining, happy parent standing there in Blisteringfury's place. But there isn't. There won't be, maybe not ever. Not while their family is separated as it is. Still, they attempt to shake it off and speak up once again: "What're we gonna hunt? I've become very good at chasing squirrels. Not… not catching them, though."

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  • TORRIDPAW ✦∘𓈒・ he/she/they, apprentice of thunderclan
    longhaired tortoiseshell with high white and golden eyes.
    loud and bright, tries hard to be the best they can be at every task.
    peaceful or healing powerplay is allowed ; enjoys physical contact
    played by foxlore