Private I AM THE ONE THAT LOVED YOU ᨒ↟↟ᨒ SCALEJAW

[GENTLEFLAME]

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Gentleflame finds that he's unable to sleep tonight so he carefully removes himself from the shared nest that he had woven together carefully for himself and his mate, he slips out from the den being careful not to wake anyone, and his ears angle forward to take in the sight of the moon shining within the night sky. The mountainous tom settles down on his haunches without much of a word and he thinks about those that returned from the gathering, Juniperstar writing a scarf of scarlet made up of her own blood, and he shudders not wanting to think about what happened despite the murmurs of their clanmates. His whiskers twitch deciding that he would focus on the cricket song that keeps the night from becoming completely silent and he closes his eyes trying to not think about his leader's death, a life for a life, he had managed to hear a few warriors mumble to each other.

He thinks about Phantom and his lifeless eyes, his snout wrinkles feeling the way that his scar seemed to burn with a pain that had dulled several moons ago. The silvery tom knows that it doesn't truly hurt and its all in his mind yet it stings as if the small breeze that ruffles his coat had sliced the wound open once more, a frown pulling at the sides of his mouth. A low huff escapes his scruffy jaws as his large paws shuffle on the cool earth knowing that he would need to be up soon to join one of the patrols and he blinks his earthy toned eyes in the direction of the medicine den knowing that he wouldn't find Serpentberry there. She's likely making sure that Juniperstar doesn't lose another life and he didn't really want to bother Rowanpaw either for a poppy seed or two to help him sleep... it'd be selfish to take that away from anyone else that actually needed it like the Thunderclan leader for example.

One of his ears twitch at the sound of shuffling paws and Gentleflame sits a little taller, more upright before turning his gaze seeing the familiar pelt of his mate and suddenly, he lets go of his posture to offer a tired smile though it shifts into a small frown. "I hope I didn't wake you." He murmurs quietly only to rise from where he had been sitting so that he could close the gap between them and allow his cheek to brush against her own in a tender show of affection, his eyes half-closed as he tries to read her expression to see if there's anything wrong, and he offers a slow blink of his eyes. The grizzly tom pulls away to allow the both of them some space and tilts his helm to the side "I tried to leave as quietly as possible... seems your hearing is a lot more keen than my own." A lighthearted jest sent in the direction of his mate and finally, he turns his gaze away from her molten pools that can see through him and read him with such ease.

"I couldn't sleep..." He admits dryly only to settle down on his haunches once more to sit and shuffles to the side so that she may join him, Gentleflame blinks tiredly into the night, and a long sigh slips from his jaws. Truthfully, he had only expected Thunderclan to have conflict with just Shadowclan but with everything that had happened did the oak forest dwelling clan had managed to upset Skyclan to the point where Hawkstar had stepped forth as the righteous executioner. A life for a life. He hadn't gone to the gathering but he could only imagine how that must've looked with all the clans present as Juniperstar willingly gave her life for Owlbark because she had lives to spare whereas her deputy did not. He swallows feeling as if his throat had been dry with the more and more he thought about it, his eyes forcefully shut themselves, and he draws in a sharp breath.

"I... could you imagine how terrifying that must be?" Gentleflame says suddenly but makes sure that his voice is quiet enough so that no one else would hear except Scalejaw and he pauses to let the words settle before continuing to speak in a hushed voice, "To have several lives... and to die over and over again until you can't get up again." He can't help but wince at the sudden morbid turn he had taken the conversation in but he's truthful and has become rather blunt when doing so, he knows that the lives given to a leader are meant to be sacrificed for those with just one life, and the thought of seeing your own body as passing... It causes a shiver to run down his spine and chooses to not linger on the thought for any longer.

"Sorry sorry... I don't mean to be such a downer, uh, let's talk about something else..." He apologizes awkwardly before trying to search in his mind for other things that they could discuss and he tries glancing around for anything that could potentially help, his eyes lock onto one of the random dens, and suddenly, without much tact, does he blurt "Kits! Kits are... super small, huh?" Gentleflame finds himself inwardly cringing at his words and his scarred snout wrinkles in the slightest only to add on with a curt nod of his helm, "I remember when Ivorypaw was... uh... super little when... I, er, uh... found him." Oh god, he feels as if he had just found fire within the territory and threw himself within the flames especially with how his pelt seems to be scorching hot right now to the point it was uncomfortable.

"Alright, I ain't real good at any of this, huh? ... Is it, at least, amusing?" A small wave of an ivory dipped paw and he wonders if Scalejaw's reconsidering their mateship and honestly, he wouldn't blame her in the slightest.

WITHOUT PASSION, YOU ARE ALREADY DEAD

GENTLEFLAME

THUNDERCLAN WARRIOR
TRANS MASC x HE/HIM/IT/ITS​

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"speech", thoughts, attacking
a mountainous tom with a silvery sepia pelt with a scar drawn across his snout after the great battle and recieved from his opponent that he had killed, he has a pair of warm copper toned eyes and low white. a magpie feather is neatly tucked near the end of his tail to remind him of the young tomkit, magpiepaw, as he cares about him
eldest brother of of gracebloom and dahliaface; mate to scalejaw

gentleflame's a steady, hardworking tom that tends to overwork himself if he's allowed to do so and has become an insomniac after the battle that split the rogue group apart forming thunderclan and shadowclan. the death of phantom resting in his claws causing him to be weighed down heavily by guilt. despite this, he's still loving and tender to those around him especially his sisters and his beloved mate, he tries to remain a friendly face around thunderclan

 

[scalejaw]

The Gathering. It still sat in the forefront of her mind, culling her thoughts like a beast. It was.. sickening, yes, but that's how things go, she supposes. Owlbark would do good to look out for his own tail, she thinks, settling down next to her mate. Exhaustion tugs at her eyelids, and she rests. Scalejaw dreams of her father. Of the beast that taught her how to fight, her brother's figure there with them. It felt lighter, easier, then this clan stuff did. It felt like a short few minutes before something stirred her, when in reality it had been hours. The spot next to her cools, Gentleflame's soft breathing gone from her ear.

Scalejaw's head slowly lifted, molten eyes shifting towards the mouth of the den. His figure sits there, coated in the twilight. Scalejaw stood silently, feathered paws whispering over the ground as she stepped out to join her mate in the last of the night. It's nearly gone now, the stars winking out in favor of the dawn. Soon, early birds would be chirping in their hunts, the youngest of kits barking and wiggling for something new to chase after today, warriors out for their patrols, apprentices complaining it was too early. Honestly, even though this clan stuff was hard enough to adjust to, it felt... fine. Really, just fine. He rises to greet her, pressing her cheek back against his when he drew close. Gentleflame speaks, pulling her from her trance. Her voice is soft when she speaks, warmer in tone then her words may portray, eyes never straying from his.

"You did." Scalejaw says, almost amused. He would know her well enough to understand that despite the revelation that he had interrupted her slumber, she wasn't bothered. "One of us should have better hearing. Just means you get to talk more for the both of us, mm?" Scalejaw yawned, her jaws splitting wide as she settled next to her mate. Molten pools blinked at him once, twice- both slow and reading, before he turns away. It's clear there's plenty on his mind, so Scalejaw waits patiently. He would speak if he needed, otherwise, she figured it couldn't be extremely pressing. Their private conversations always felt easy enough. Nothing held back, offered only when needed.

Her head inclined as he spoke to his slumber, then a few heartbeats later, began to murmur questions out. Could she imagine what it was like, to be killed over and over again? Scalejaw's ears perked forward for a moment. "No, I can't." She says, her own voice tender, raw, near-silent. She does not speak these words for anyone else but him. "It's a terrifying concept. To wonder when death is coming- not just once. But many times over." She replies, her tail moving to curl around his flank. Physical touch was something else she did unsaid. Never once spoke upon it- the action said enough for itself. "Perhaps a mercy, that we both only have one." She says. Scalejaw is clearly less perturbed about this subject, molten pools dropping to her paws briefly.

Tufted ears shook with her head when it did. "No, don't apologize. Better to say it then to stew over it." She rumbled softly, her shoulder nudging his gently. It's the statements that come next that finally urge some surprise into her, eyes widening as she turned to regard him. Of all things to pick to talk about, kits was it? She listens curiously, wondering silently how best to respond to this. There's a moment of hesitated silence between them, before she giggles. Scalejaw? Giggling? Her head tosses backwards, a laugh following the snorted noise. "Amusing? Yes. Quite, my love." She teases, huffing softly as she finishes her quick fit of laughter. "Kits, of all things- that's what's on your mind?" She asks, prompting. Curious. She wanted to know where this, of all things, came from.

__________________ I MIGHT LOSE MY MIND ☆ BACK TO BACK WITH OBLIVION ____________________

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• SCALEJAW she/her, thunderclanner, thirty eight moons.
  ☆ a sh/lh who appears almost 'scaled', akin to a dragon. she is large and imposing with a dark pelt and glowering yellow/orange eyes.
  ☆ 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.

 

[GENTLEFLAME]

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The night feels a little more peaceful with Scalejaw at his side and he blinks his copper toned eyes at her as she speaks mentioning that he had woke her up though he knows that he'd stir from his own slumber if he didn't feel the warm body of his mate next to his own "I apologize, my dear." Gentleflame murmurs to her with a soft yet tired smile pulling at the sides of his mouth only to twitch his whiskers in amusement at her next words and can't stifle the amused chuckle that erupts from his jaws, "True... although, surely you get tired of the sound of my voice, no? I fear that I'm unable to keep my jaws shut for too long." He draws closer until his silvery pelt meets the charred tone pelt of the other warrior and thinks about how they were a colony once with singular names unlike the ones that they bear today, he thought that it would've been Thunderclan and Shadowclan at each others throats for the end of time but with the other clans popping up.

Their world only continues to change and all that they could do is adapt to all of it, to survive, and continue to keep their head up despite each obstacle presented their way.

The grizzly tom breaks from his thoughts when she speaks once more saying that she can't imagine living such a life with having several to spare and to die countless of times before the true death befell them, he nods in agreement to her words and stares at her for a long heartbeat as she states that its mercy that they only have one life. "You're right... I couldn't imagine a world without you or ever possibly outliving you..." A snowy paw brushes gently across the earth until it rests on top of his mate's paw and he tries not to think of such a world where he didn't have Scalejaw at his side, it felt incredibly wrong, and he could only imagine that he'd only ever become an unhappy individual in each life that the flame of his mate was snuffed out before his own.

Love is heavy, he's aware of how much of an impact it could have on someone, and the thought of ever becoming a widow... that isn't a life that he wishes upon himself, Scalejaw, or anyone else even if its happened to one of their clanmates. "I just need this one life. I will enjoy every moment that I spend with you until we both cease to breathe." A silent admission that he would not live if Scalejaw didn't... he wouldn't torment himself with such a cruel existence.

Her tail curls around his flank as if its a silent reminder that she remains here at his side and of course, she always tells him not to apologize... that alone makes the weight on his mind and shoulders less heavy. "Right... right." A nod of his helm as he rests the side of his head against her shoulder for a brief second only to hear the way that she giggles and then throws her head back with a burst of laughter, he can feel the way that his heart flutters within his chest, and can only watch as he feels himself fall in love with Scalejaw even more. She thinks he's funny so that's good and his whiskers quiver once more only to part his jaws to speak "Oh good. I worry that I'm not all that funny." The mountainous tom jests to her allowing his shoulder to lightly bump against her own and he feels his ear tips start to burn... right, he brought that up trying to deter the conversation in a more lighthearted direction.

"Well, not necessarily. I was scrambling for anything else to talk about and kits are a lot less intimidating than death." Gentleflame responds with a nonchalant wave of his paw unable to cease the way that his entire pelt feels like its on fire or if a colony of ants were crawling on his skin, "They're less daunting... although, when they're teething... that's a little scary." Another witty quip that slips from him though the more that he thinks about it and the way that greenleaf has arrived, the weather is warmer even if its too much for his own liking due to his plush coat but... most of the kits within the nursery would soon be reaching their sixth moon and becoming apprentices. It felt as if Ivorypaw had grown within a blink of the eye and he does find that he oftentimes misses when the sepia tomkit had been smaller, it had been simpler then, and now, the apprentice trains underneath one of the warriors in Thunderclan.

It takes him a minute to realize that he allowed himself to dive into his own thoughts and mind again, Gentleflame turning to meet the molten gaze belonging to Scalejaw and he remains quiet for a heartbeat longer then says with a chuckle "I think... if we ever considered the possibility of kits... we'd be good parents." Sure, it wouldn't be an easy feat but so long as they had one another then they could accomplish anything if they put their minds together... but they had time and didn't need to rush into anything, he's certain that his mate is aware of this fact.

"A little you and a little me. Or shit, maybe they won't look like either of us. I don't mind nor care." Another warm chuckle slips from his jaws and he allows their bodies to press close to one another allowing silence to fall between them, he gives a tired blink of earthy toned pools as he watches her from the corner of his eye. "Although, I hope that they're more like you... I think several little chatterboxes would drive the clan insane." Once more he is sincere and mostly jesting, a lighthearted conversation just as he intended so they needn't think about Starclan and the nine lives given to leaders.

WITHOUT PASSION, YOU ARE ALREADY DEAD

GENTLEFLAME

THUNDERCLAN WARRIOR
TRANS MASC x HE/HIM/IT/ITS​

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"speech", thoughts, attacking
a mountainous tom with a silvery sepia pelt with a scar drawn across his snout after the great battle and recieved from his opponent that he had killed, he has a pair of warm copper toned eyes and low white. a magpie feather is neatly tucked near the end of his tail to remind him of the young tomkit, magpiepaw, as he cares about him
eldest brother of of gracebloom and dahliaface; mate to scalejaw

gentleflame's a steady, hardworking tom that tends to overwork himself if he's allowed to do so and has become an insomniac after the battle that split the rogue group apart forming thunderclan and shadowclan. the death of phantom resting in his claws causing him to be weighed down heavily by guilt. despite this, he's still loving and tender to those around him especially his sisters and his beloved mate, he tries to remain a friendly face around thunderclan