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The battle rests in the front of his mind still fresh even if it has been a moon that went by and despite how the deep wounds had healed only leaving behind scars in their wake, they feel as if they're fresh, and they burn. The now named Blisteringfury, formerly Martinez, finds himself in a secluded area of the camp and watches as his clanmates carry out their duties, a part of him wishes that he could join but he's weighed down by his belly. It has become too uncomfortable to try moving around so he hides within some ferns so that the eyes of his clanmates didn't see him and so that they wouldn't take any pity on him. He thinks about the lovers that he thought he could spend the rest of his life with only to recall how easily it had been for one of them to draw out their claws and brandish them against him...
And now, he's by himself without the sweet devotion from Dune or the caring nuzzle of Black, his snout wrinkles at the thought of the ringleader that had torn them apart from one another; Sable. Oh, how he found himself loathing the bicolored tom that had destroyed the colony that they lived within. His dark claws tearing into the already frost-covered foliage that veils him, a part of him wishing to continue mourning what he had lost, and the other half knowing that if they had truly loved him... they would've stayed at his side.
Blisteringfury tries to ignore the fact that he had played a part in burning the bridge between himself and his mates, to quick to blame one cat in particular, and he doesn't bother searching for his daughter... no, he would stay here away from prying eyes and glances of sympathy. He didn't want any of it...
His tail lashes behind him irritably as the hours pass on and the sudden sharp pain at his side is enough to make him hiss, his emerald gaze snaps towards his belly, and a frustrated growl slips from his jaws "Fuck..." He hardly realizes the tears that begin to blur his vision despite the way that his eyes sting, if they had stayed... they'd be here with him right now but, he had to face this on his own.
Alone...
Some hours had gone by and four bundles of four are nestled near his ivory belly, Blister can't help but glance down towards them with a frown pulling at the sides of his mouth as mixed feelings constrict his throat and make his heart ache. None of them seem to look like either of his mates and take more of a resemblance to him, to which he's grateful for, he couldn't imagine being comfortable with a lookalike of either of his old lovers. His older daughter reminds him of Dune especially with her spotting and tabby markings... he would push past that surely.
A shaky breath slips out from his jaws as exhaustion pulls at his body, the kits seem healthy enough as they have already began to leech off of him, and he tentatively curls his tail closer so that he could cradle them in some form. He sits in silence for a long heartbeat and tired blinks his emerald eyes at the newborns that now depend solely on him, his nicked ear flicks to the side, and he parts his jaws to speak once more "I suppose... that I should name you." Blister swallows the dry feeling in his throat and shuffles his paws to peer down closely at his four kits, a part of his heart melts knowing that they're the only family that he has left, and he allows a sigh to escape him... he wouldn't be as alone anymore.
And yet... he feels as if he doesn't deserve them. His claws dig into the soil beginning to tear at it knowing that he would much rather eat crowfood than to give them up either, he could try gluing himself together haphazardly, and try being whole for them. They'd need fitting names and he had to remember that they'd need to be... clan names just as his own.
His emerald gaze focuses on the firstborn whose pelt is vibrant like the leaves that had fallen during leaf-fall with markings that are akin to scales of that of either fish or reptile, he remains silent for a heartbeat, and then speaks after clearing his throat "Gutsykit." Blisteringfury leans his helm forth to run his tongue over their pelt carefully and nudges them just a bit closer as if fearful that the cold around them may threaten to take the tiny lives nestled at his side. The now caregiver shifts his attention to the next kit, a tortoiseshell much like himself, and he ponders over a fitting name... one that's Thunderclan and not the bittersweet memories that he wished to cling onto.
"Tenebrouskit." He decides at last only to shift his body so that he's a little more comfortable and he's content with the name that his attention wavers onto the next kit that's almost a copy of his recently named daughter, a soft hum leaves his throat. She needed a name that fit her perfectly and one that would remind her whose daughter she is "Searingkit." An intense name like his own... hopefully, she burns just as brightly.
The final kit has more ivory covering their body than any of the others kits as if they were ashes and soot after the burning flames had died down, Blister offered the little kit a quick nuzzle and a name "Torridkit." The new parent uses their tail to bring the kits closer to him while keeping them warm, his helm settling onto his front paws, and the empty feeling returns... he feels as if he were a husk of his old self and it hurts knowing that he'd do this all on his own. He wouldn't bother his former mate's littermate on helping him, no, he didn't want them to take any part in their lives.
"I'll do my best to take care of you... even if I can barely care for myself." A silent promise to them even if he knows that he may fall short given how he is and he closes his eyes as he curls around them protectively, "And if I somehow fail... I hope you find it within your hearts to forgive me... one day." For now, he wouldn't linger on such thoughts even as the exhaustion washes over his body and his sides start to fall and rise slowly. He would rest for now and worry about the future later.
// ooc: backwritten to january 25th, sometime after the battle of the colonies and after thunderclan finding their camp
And now, he's by himself without the sweet devotion from Dune or the caring nuzzle of Black, his snout wrinkles at the thought of the ringleader that had torn them apart from one another; Sable. Oh, how he found himself loathing the bicolored tom that had destroyed the colony that they lived within. His dark claws tearing into the already frost-covered foliage that veils him, a part of him wishing to continue mourning what he had lost, and the other half knowing that if they had truly loved him... they would've stayed at his side.
Blisteringfury tries to ignore the fact that he had played a part in burning the bridge between himself and his mates, to quick to blame one cat in particular, and he doesn't bother searching for his daughter... no, he would stay here away from prying eyes and glances of sympathy. He didn't want any of it...
His tail lashes behind him irritably as the hours pass on and the sudden sharp pain at his side is enough to make him hiss, his emerald gaze snaps towards his belly, and a frustrated growl slips from his jaws "Fuck..." He hardly realizes the tears that begin to blur his vision despite the way that his eyes sting, if they had stayed... they'd be here with him right now but, he had to face this on his own.
Alone...
Some hours had gone by and four bundles of four are nestled near his ivory belly, Blister can't help but glance down towards them with a frown pulling at the sides of his mouth as mixed feelings constrict his throat and make his heart ache. None of them seem to look like either of his mates and take more of a resemblance to him, to which he's grateful for, he couldn't imagine being comfortable with a lookalike of either of his old lovers. His older daughter reminds him of Dune especially with her spotting and tabby markings... he would push past that surely.
A shaky breath slips out from his jaws as exhaustion pulls at his body, the kits seem healthy enough as they have already began to leech off of him, and he tentatively curls his tail closer so that he could cradle them in some form. He sits in silence for a long heartbeat and tired blinks his emerald eyes at the newborns that now depend solely on him, his nicked ear flicks to the side, and he parts his jaws to speak once more "I suppose... that I should name you." Blister swallows the dry feeling in his throat and shuffles his paws to peer down closely at his four kits, a part of his heart melts knowing that they're the only family that he has left, and he allows a sigh to escape him... he wouldn't be as alone anymore.
And yet... he feels as if he doesn't deserve them. His claws dig into the soil beginning to tear at it knowing that he would much rather eat crowfood than to give them up either, he could try gluing himself together haphazardly, and try being whole for them. They'd need fitting names and he had to remember that they'd need to be... clan names just as his own.
His emerald gaze focuses on the firstborn whose pelt is vibrant like the leaves that had fallen during leaf-fall with markings that are akin to scales of that of either fish or reptile, he remains silent for a heartbeat, and then speaks after clearing his throat "Gutsykit." Blisteringfury leans his helm forth to run his tongue over their pelt carefully and nudges them just a bit closer as if fearful that the cold around them may threaten to take the tiny lives nestled at his side. The now caregiver shifts his attention to the next kit, a tortoiseshell much like himself, and he ponders over a fitting name... one that's Thunderclan and not the bittersweet memories that he wished to cling onto.
"Tenebrouskit." He decides at last only to shift his body so that he's a little more comfortable and he's content with the name that his attention wavers onto the next kit that's almost a copy of his recently named daughter, a soft hum leaves his throat. She needed a name that fit her perfectly and one that would remind her whose daughter she is "Searingkit." An intense name like his own... hopefully, she burns just as brightly.
The final kit has more ivory covering their body than any of the others kits as if they were ashes and soot after the burning flames had died down, Blister offered the little kit a quick nuzzle and a name "Torridkit." The new parent uses their tail to bring the kits closer to him while keeping them warm, his helm settling onto his front paws, and the empty feeling returns... he feels as if he were a husk of his old self and it hurts knowing that he'd do this all on his own. He wouldn't bother his former mate's littermate on helping him, no, he didn't want them to take any part in their lives.
"I'll do my best to take care of you... even if I can barely care for myself." A silent promise to them even if he knows that he may fall short given how he is and he closes his eyes as he curls around them protectively, "And if I somehow fail... I hope you find it within your hearts to forgive me... one day." For now, he wouldn't linger on such thoughts even as the exhaustion washes over his body and his sides start to fall and rise slowly. He would rest for now and worry about the future later.
// ooc: backwritten to january 25th, sometime after the battle of the colonies and after thunderclan finding their camp
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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 tbnpaw ; 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.
