———— I awaken with the thunder, a bold statement to end my slumber. ✦
Pride roared in his chest even now. It wouldn't diminish any time soon, he knew as much. It had been…. Well, far too long since he watched one of his own be gifted their warrior name. Standing at Deadwood's ceremony, Alderwing was an.. Acceptable name he supposed, even if he would have given the young tom a different suffix, it hadn't ceased the pride for his son.
But Fleafire? Well, their first meeting, he admittedly had purposefully fed into her ego, cats that young thrived on the idea of being seen as strong. It wasn't like she wasn't, she genuinely had merit for a strength of will he hadn't seen in a stray like her for a very long time. And while he had trained her alone for the longest time, even she exceeded his expectations more than he ever expected.
Not only had she proved to be a strong-willed cat, but with the specialised training to play to her strengths rather than try to improve weaknesses that would just drive her to being frustrated by her own failures, she had become an adept fighter. Thankfully, she took his lesson of being less feisty to her clanmates had stuck too, making far more bonds and earning the respect of her clanmates like she deserved now.
It was why he sat there, waiting patiently. Any time now she would successfully awaken aagin to the sight of the dark forest, but this time he had something even grander than training to offer the young warrior, he was more than confident she would be over the moon to hear, but he still sat with baited breath. The anticipation was always the killer.
- Tagging: @FLEAFIRE
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Froststorm
✦— Dark forest warrior
✦— He/Him
✦— "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
✦— A skinny, grey speckled cat with amber eyes and various frostbitten wounds.
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