
It was fine that Juniperstar once again did not pass him the right of being a mentor. Thunderflash's paws were itching to do more, and yet, he was restricted to these borders. The runs in the morning with Ghoststrike- those eyes are stuck in his head- the endless patrols and hunting for a machine of a Clan. At least it was nearly Greenleaf. The prey was running good but he was all kinds of warm. A breath leaves him as he finishes with the meal he had picked out from the kills he had brought back, picking up one or two feathers that he had pulled from the bird. Bright orange but very short from the breast of the oriole, it stood out against his maw.
Thunderflash rose, padding to where the kits were playing at the mouth of the nursery. The little guy that had put the idea of him and Ghoststrike into their heads himself was who Thunderflash wanted to see today, quietly curious that what training he had attempted to give the kit a moon or so back through the mossball play had still sat with him. "Hey, Hopekit." He called, settling the feathers down between them. "Y' want to play a game?" He called, settling an easy grin on his muzzle.
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THUNDERFLASH he/him, thunderclan storm guard, twenty-four moons.
☆ a sh/lh chocolate tabby with low white and stunning baby blue eyes. stands of average height with a 'mohawk' and spiky-shaped mane.
☆ mentored by who / mentoring no one
☆ whichever relations / want listed
☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
☆ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.