Blood to Blood (Private:Blahkenmuro)
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Ken had been quite tired that day, after what seemed like raid after raid on Darkclan he had been exhausted. After tarining more and more to be sure that the next time he saw Deerblood he'd definently kill her, he'd been so exhausted to his bones. Eyes drooping, he had wandered the cities.
And the scent had wafted towards him, leading him to the flame point. " Hey- what's your business here?" he'd ask, not paying tooo close of an attention to his bloodied paws, eyes flcikering towards his scars. Huh.
//rushed
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Scorchedface
His ears swiveled to the sound of a voice then his eye turned towards the tom, he slightly tilted his head as he looked the blue and white feline. The scent of Bloodclan rolled off this cat- How close was he from their territory? "No business," Scorchedface responded with his normal monotone, his chin lowered to chest on his paws. It didn't seem like this tom had the intent to harm him, though if things changed he wouldn't hesitate to end the life of the young Bloodclanner. "Just relaxing." His tail swayed slowly behind him, "How're things in Bloodclan?" He asked somewhat curious to what they've been up to, more specifically a furless feline.
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Huh. He knew Bloodclan? A big white paw would take a slight step forward, wondering who the hell his ragged male thought he was. " You know about Bloodclan? How the hell?" a secon slightly threatening step would be taken, copper eyes glowering as his calm expression persisted.
A low shock would slightly wash over him, insecurity lashing through him as he registered the tom's appearance. " And why do you look like you've been in about a million thousand battles?" a humorous edge was added to his tone, seemingly forgetting his confusion as he focused on the male's weird look.
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Scorchedface
His eye narrowed at the pawsteps the young tom took towards him, his ckaws were already out it was just a matter of springing at him. "A lot of cats know about Bloodclan and I personally know some cats in it." Scorchedface answered simply. The cat had never answered his question though.. Youth these days, always so quick to question.
"Maybe because I have." He have a curt chuckle with his response. The scarred flame point rose to his paws, "You're from Bloodclan? Yet I hardly see a scratch on you. You too young to fight?" He mused.
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" Wh-who do you know?" he'd question again. Youth, always questioning. Quite truer than one would think, it seemed. A pair of copper orbs would focus in harder onto the point. " I'm Blahkenmuro. I've been in tons of raids- I've captured a warrior. When I was like 4 moons, too." he light, proud shake would be visible as his paws moved some of his thick chest fur agaun, revealing some light scars.
" But also, that means I know to fight better than get fucked up." he'd add proudly.
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Scorchedface
Another question before an answer, "Do you know a molly by the name of Malvolia?" He asked. He wasn't too sure how close cats were to each other in Bloodclan. The brute wondered how many kits she had.. He had lost track of time since his exile, how old were they?
Blahkenmuro, that was quite the name. Leave it to Bloodclan for strange names. Though of course the scarred flame point would not introduce himself, being an exile on the run was easier done if no one knew your name- Or something like that. Plus he wasn't sure who this tom would repeat his name to. "Hey, scars build character." Scorchedface mused. That was quite an impressive roll the kid had going for him though.
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Oh, fuck. " Yeah... she's my mom." he'd let a whisker twitch in confusion. He'd heard his mom had gone out and been captured and such, and that he didn't have the most legal stance in Bloodclan, and that his dad... wait.
" Are you... Scorchedwhatsit?" Blahk would mew. Suspiciouns he had and suspicions he wondered, and boy if this one was correct was he fucked.
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Scorchedface
She was..? Oh.. Then this kid- Well shit. The brute flicked his ears back, well this was a bit awkward. His blue eye looked over Blahkenmuro before he shifted the weight on his paws. "That's me.." Scorchedface responded, his eye narrowed unsure what the information would do to the young tom.
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A slight disguist washed over him, replaced within moments by awe. This scarred, ugly brute was his dad? Well, might explain why he wasn't an ugly hairless beast. Not that Mom was ugly, but... she was a beast, atleast. Just the thought of her sharp tounge and cold eyes made him shudder. Barely sees her but whenever he does it usually just ends up... weird.
And his dad, well. His dad. Scorchedface. Hadn't seen him before. Never met him, only heard the murmurs and the rumors. And they had... well. Not been pleasant. " Oh." was all he could choke out. " Who even are you? Why'd you fuck mom?" was what he managed to at last.
" I heard you're a fucking pest." he added for good measure, steely resolve unwavering, copper eyes now fiery.
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Scorchedface
" Who even are you? Why'd you fuck mom?"
How old was this kid? Why did he .. Why was that even a question? "If I hadn't you wouldn't be here so I'd stop complaining." His tail ticked behind him as he watched the blue and white tom- His.. Son. He didn't seem too happy to meet him, Scorchedface couldn't say he was too happy either but whatever this young tom held against him the scarred flame point didn't understand.
"Glad you've heard something about me." He responded coldly, "I think we're done here." The brute mumbled, hopping down from the trash bin.
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For once in his life, he didn't feel calm. He didn't feel lazy and incompitent and uninspired. Now he felt. Some cat he'd never met but apparently had made him just... did that. " Where the fuck are you going?" probably the first few times in his life a hiss woudl escape him, a sort of foreign sound coming from him, a mistake.
Leaping after him, he landed with a heavy thud. " Why'd you leave? Why'd you guys do it? Why're you such an asshole, leaving mom?"
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Scorchedface
He sighed as it seemed his son wasn't going to let him go so easily. "Call me what you will and think what you want but I have my reasons for it. You wouldn't understand." Scorchedface deadpanned, his blue eye grazed of the young tom. So one had survived and from the sounds of it Mal was still alive, he wasn't sure if that was good or bad at this point.
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" Hey!" he'd yelp, honestly his entire frame now shivering slightly at the situation. Hid father was so... dissmissive. " What's your problem? Explain it, okay? I'm almost 6 moons anyway, what do you mena i wouldn't understand?" he would choke out, feeling confused at his own reaction.
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Scorchedface
He narrowed his eye as he took in his son's posture, he lowered his gaze and frowned. 6 moons then? That much time had passed? "Listen.. Blahkenmuro," Scorchedface released a heavy breath and sat down. "I had a mate before and.. And she died giving birth to the kits we had. Only one kit had survived." The brute stared at the ground for a long while. "I was-" He didn't want to admit to being scared but that's what he had felt. "I thought the same thing would happen to your mother if I stayed with her."
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A slight cold seemed to breeze itself up Blahkenmuro's belly, spine, chest, paws. All over him. Was it the wair? was it hismelf, his own feelings and desires seemingly... vanishing?
He wouldn't know. A sigh escaped him, and he almost felt a second pang of dissapointment. Or was it the third, fourth? ...fifth?
" What are you even talking about? Also, I have more siblings? Where?" he almost wanted to flex his claws and sink them into soemthing, for the frustration was something he had never felt before. Confusing, scary, it was. Discomfort. Why had his father had more kids before? He was mom's.
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Scorchedface
He lifted his eye to look at his son once again, "You have a half sister in Shadowclan." The scarred brute tried reading the young tom's feelings. "It was a long time before I had met your mother when I had a mate." Scorchedface tried to explain a bit more, he felt he needed to due to the mix of emotion he saw on him.
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Ah. Shadowclan. One could wonder how long that alliance would last. " Who is she? Why's she in Shadowclan? You sleep around?" was all he could muster, and even he understood it was more than enough. A paw would lightly prod Scorchedface's side, longing for more.
" Come meet mom. Maybe she'll want you? You can try, can't you?"
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Scorchedface
Blah didn't seem to be running out of questions any time soon, he shook his head with his gaze averting back to the ground. He couldn't let these kits find Birdpaw, then they'd know that he had attempted to kill her- He already gave away a location.. He only hoped this overly curious tom wouldn't try to find her.
"I can promise you that she does not want to see me." Scorchedface stated coldly and stood up. "I think it would be best for you if you didn't mention meeting me to her either."
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Oh she wants to see you, boy...