Hey brother! Know there's an endless road to rediscover!

—— FLAXENGLARE ——

Soon to be King

Ever since Nightfire's death, Flaxenglare hadn't spoken to his siblings. The ceremony was the last time he stood beside them, and he avoided them like the plague on most occasions, if not kept his distance if they were forced on the same patrol. For the most part, the others didn't make much moves to bridge the gap, not that there was much of a bridge to cross. Their relationships had always been strained, and now that Nightfire was gone and with Flaxen's hateful reseption of her now the only thing anyone could think of it was no surprise that their bond had taken a drastic turn.

Not that Flaxenglare cared. His only priorities were to get an apprentice, become deputy and then leader. Oh, and of course Firedawn. She and Sorrelstar were the only family he truly felt loyal to.

Flaxenglare would be found sitting outside the warrior's den, his eyes narrowed, practically flickering with flames. Today Firedawn had been feeling worse, and hadn't been able to get out of bed, too tired and sick. It made him furious, and he'd been not so subtly taking it out on his fellow warriors. That of course got him into some trouble, which resulted in camp arrest, which Flaxen wasn't too unhappy about since he could sit and keep watch over his...his....well, his Firedawn. No other title necessary, was it?

Still, he hated being this helpless. He hated the fear that boiled in his gut.

He didn't know what to do and it was awful.

~*Dahliaflow*~

"Speech"

—— FLAXENGLARE ——

Soon to be King

Flaxenglare snapped his ears up when he heard a voice directed at him. He glanced up, finding dahliaflow making her way over. She looked humble and submissive, shy and timid, but Flaxen wasn't about to be fooled that easily. He'd heard the way she'd shouted at him during Nightfire's vigil. He didn't doubt she had something against him now...and he was still deciding whether or not he could hold it against her. "What?" he'd demand, harsh and impatient - despite not having anything else to do. He and Dahlia had had a rather...ok relationship. He certainly didn't go out of his way to please her, and she didn't try her hardest to get under his skin, so they lived in a pretty comfortable spot of tolerating siblinghood. At least, until Night's death. Could on dear old mom to ruin yet another family bond of his...He sighs, shaking that thought away. "What do you want?" he repeats, this time much less scathing.

"Speech"

—— FLAXENGLARE ——

Soon to be King

Flaxenglare studied his sister thoughtfully for a moment - suspicious. But then he sighed and stepped to the side, giving her room to sit down. “fine. But make it quick I don’t want to be distracted if Fire needs help" he warns, glancing over his shoulder into the den, making sure Fire is still soundly sleeping. Turning to look back at his sibling, he returns to studying her. “What do you want to talk about?"

"Speech"

—— FLAXENGLARE ——

Soon to be King

Dahlia was certainly right about that- Flaxenglare loved talking about Firedawn, almost as much as he liked talking about himself...possibly even more, not that he'd ever admit that. Still, her question made his gaze darkern angrily as he shoots a look over his shoulder at the den, "She's sick" he hisses, seemingly furious at the matter. Was he angry at Dahlia for asking? Angry at Firedawn for getting sick? Angry at the clan? It was hard to tell, and Flaxenglare wasn't about to explain. Still, he tries his best to reign his emotions in and breaths out a cooling breath, "Oliveslip says she'll be fine, but I can't stand it. Waiting for her to get better sucks."

"Speech"

—— FLAXENGLARE ——

Soon to be King

He stares at Dahliaflow, but says nothing for a while. Shaking his head he finally speaks, "Calm down, i'm not mad at you." Good ol' Dahlia, her buttons were so easy to press Flaxen didn't even have to touch them. Still, Flaxen took another deep breath and patted her shoulder in a gentle manner, "It's not your fault, really. If you get stressed like that you'll make yourself sick" he remembered when he told her once to toughen up. Obviously it wasn't an eas concept for her, but just as he wouldn't fault Fire for getting sick, he couldn't be mad at Dahlia for being so anxious. Still, he wished she had thicker skin. It was so much easier to be ripped apart if you weren't able to build the right walls...And not everyone was willing - or able - to soften theirs for her.

Seems both Flax and Dahlia had things to work on.

He huffs, angry once more as she mentions Olive. He says nothing on that and instead answers her question, "Yeah, i'm fine. Olive says whatever sickness Fire has isn't contagious - what ever that means! She's so vague about the whole thing - it pisses me off!" he pauses, seeing his temper on the loose, and forces himself to reign it back in. "I'm fine though. How about you?" he looks back at her, glancing up and down to see if she had sniffling nose or red eyes.

Then, a thought comes to him, and in a softer tone he asks, "How are you doing Dahlia?"

"Speech"

—— FLAXENGLARE ——

Soon to be King

Now he IS genuinely annoyed with her. He opens his mouth, closes it, rubs a paw down his face and patiently says, "I know what contagious means. I wasy saying I don't understand why it's being used in that context" he explains, slowly, then shakes his head, "Nevermind." he sighs. It wasn't important, at least not that branch of the subject.

Especially since he managed to get her to be relaxed and he doesn't want to ruin it. "Good. I'm glad to hear it. " he flicks his tail, trying to think of something else to talk about, "Erm...talked to Mother lately?"

"Speech"

—— FLAXENGLARE ——

Soon to be King

Incorrect, he's always loved mother. Mom on the other hand...for a short time, yes, and even then...Flaxenglare shakes his head, turning his gaze to the leader's den, "She's always so busy. She's going to get grey hairs if she doesn't take the time to chill out and breathe" he huffs, glancing at Dahlia, "We should get her and everyone else and visit mom's grave. I don't know if it'll be therapeutic but...at least it'll get mother a break. What do you think?"

"Speech"