Posts by BloodOrange

The tom listen carefully to Lavenderskies words all while he took the time to groom his chest fur. Although he wasn't really interested in the Clans politics he enjoyed listening to others discuss it, well specifically the grey Molly. In reality, Bloodorange didn't care too deeply about most things. He had more freedom but he never really felt restricted, only by his admiration for his deputy would he not go where he pleased. He worries for his disappearance warmed his heart and the large ginger tom let his ears fall apologetically, to have put her through so much stress. "Always have and always will. See I don't really know Riverclan, on the surface though, they seem a bit full of themselves if you ask me. However, Thunderclan seem down to earth! Remember Laurelpaw? She's so lovely! Seems like she understands my quirkiness and maybe someone in Skyclan would too but I don't know... My overly happy personality doesn't seem to sit well here .. " he explained, being open to Lavenderskies almost as if he didn't care what she thought. Quite the opposite. In reality, Bloodorange cared dearly about her and his open demeanor was a product of feeling comfortable in her presence. For Bloodorange, he refused to let the she-cat's rank affect the way he spoke to her.

As soon as Laureltwist emerged from her place beneath the tree, Bloodorange sat up straight, moving inwards when she took a seat beside him. He let his long feathery tail naturally curl round the small she-cat and placed his head on top of her forehead so she was cuddled into his chest. When she pulled away to talk, Bloodorange gazed into the teary eyes of Laureltwist and felt a pang in his chest. He subconsciously hooked his tail round tighter in an attempt to keep her close. When she finished he felt an unexpected wave of relief as she crashed back into his chest as if he was worried she was going to break away from him.

Holding her, Bloodorange did what he did best and remained a non-negative emotion, trying not to jump at her untimed sobs. Although he was bad at grasping when moments where of the sad nature, often telling his own sad stories in a cheery tone, he had never felt more sure about the heavy feeling of loss over Laureltwist's loved ones. He closed his eyes and said a short pray to himself, in hopes the words that would fall out of his mouth would provide comfort over sadness. "It will be okay." He whispered before taking a quick breathe "There's no rush to feel better straight away. Your sadness, it means you care for them dearly. That just like your mother, you share a love so strong they will not be forgotten and you will never be alone'.

Not expecting words of comfort, Bloodorange had already shook off the negative weight on his shoulders. His loneliness was something he had come to happily live with, many cats in the clan had their friends and none where really looking for an excitable mongrel traitor. However, unlike many others his path was his own and whether he was alone or not, he was happy to have that freedom, not truly being bound to the clan meant Bloodorange could be there because he wanted to not had to.

"That's incredible. I wish my Adopted Mother was as loving but she was more unpleased with my origins. As for having my own family... I've never really thought about it. Can't say I'd make a good father, I don't even know what a father is like!" He began to chuckle at the reality until a thought drifted into his mind and he stopped abruptly to lock his intense gaze back onto the pale she-cat. "But you, oh I could see you making a great mother! You're considerate, smart and you're so easy to talk to! Oh, and your kittens would look like you, so all soft and pretty. he purred with excitement, letting his thoughts control his words like most times. It was in the Tom's nature to wear his opinions openly.

Bloodorange held the small grey Molly close to him, attempting to let his low purrs comfort her. He hated seeing her so distraught but he knew he couldn't rush it along. Nuzzling the top of her head, he was still able.to find comfort in being there for her and her gentle words were quick to surpress any doubts about her not wanting him. "I could say the same thing," he whispered quietly almost only to himself. Never really knowing where he belonged, the lost ginger tom found serenity when in the Thunderclanner's presence. "You can always come find me or send for me! I will do my best to get to you."

Her charming words built him up higher than the canopy above them. He puffed his chest out playfully, letting her compliments charge his ego but with her last sentence grounding him, his attention was right back with Laureltwist. With a light tap to her shoulder the tom purred, "see right there is why you're going to make an incredible mother and any tom would be lucky to have you by their side." His compliments were merely the thoughts that ran through his mind. Having no filter often meant he spoke on impulsion. He was a live in the now but that mean he often missed out on calculating the effects of his words before uttering them. Only when he was truly alone he would dedicate time to work out what was important to him and what he was doing to express it. Bloodorange caught himself wanting to explain it, the way he behaved, to her. Maybe if he did so she would not be afraid or uncomfortable around him and would want to keep being friends but for the first time something was holding his words back. He feared she would find it an excusebor believe he didn't actually believe what he was saying, so he chose to hold his tongue and hold faith that Laureltwist would work him out and choose to be close to him.

Moons had past since the large ginger tom and his Love had left the clan life. The two had slipped out without anyone's notice and moved out to a farm beyond the clans territory. Much like his father, Bloodorange had left Skyclan to live on a farm where life was relaxing and whatever he decided it to be. His main concern was keeping Laureltwist, the Thunderclanner who stole his heart, happy and safe. At first, he wasn't too sure what he had found with the pale lithe she-cat but the more time he spent with her, the more he realised he found peace with her. Much like a storm, where inside he was clam and blissful but all around was chaotic, exciting and destructing. He knew their relationship was going to cause trouble and so the two slipped away to a place where they could call home.

"LAUREL!" the ginger giant called from on top of the red rooftop of the barn they had settled in. He slid down the tiles, hopped off and peered round to look Laurelstwist with a wide goofy smile and a light in his pale blue eyes. "I don't know if you saw but there's actually Laurel growing in the east side of the farm!" he purred with excitement as he padded over to her and pressed his forehead against hers. "How are you feeling, is your tummy still funny?"

// sorry it took me so long   laureltwist maybe its a Babii reveal/ we should see if we can get a medic from Thunder to help? see if Hopey wants to rp Heather for us??

Almost instinctively, Bloodorange took his place beside Laureltwist offering her his large frame to lean on. His vibrant ginger pelt blended with her own beautiful silver as he lead them round to the garden. "They're just over here and they're gorgeous, like my own Flower" he purred before leaning down to give her a swift lick on the cheek. From there he noticed out of the corner of his eye, his mate's stomach and he pulled away to gaze upon her with worried filled eyes. "Were you sick again? We should really get you to a medic. I know you don't want Thunderclan knowing and I don't want to cause Lavanderstar any more trouble - but I do know a medicine cat in Riverclan. I can go bring her out here, she can help us figure out what's wrong and no will have to know." Bloodorange feared greatly for his mate, his best friend. He didn't know what was happening and the tom felt so helpless. They were suppose to start a life together and yet he wasn't able to look after her when she was ill... His fluffy ears fell flat against his skull as he peered back over to the Laurel flowers they were stood by and he sighed, "what if its serious? You have to let me go get someone."

The ginger giant approached the Riverclan border in a huff as he continued his quest to find a medicine cat who could help him. Bloodorange was an ex Skyclanner who had chosen to leave the clan life with his mate, a Thunderclanner -Laureltwist. Now, she was pregnant and Bloodorange was left feeling powerless. Having no medical knowledge he fear for his mate and wanted to do whatever he could, even if that meant asking for help from the clans he lived near. However, he was too afraid to go back to his own clan, so the tom rushed over to Riverclan and called out until someone found him, "Hello! Is anyone there?"

// [Polynesia]

— name

Bloodkit / Bloodpaw / Bloodorange

— gender

Male

— age

17 moons

— sexuality

Straight - Half of LaurelBlood

— clan/rank

Lives on a farm / Loner

—previous clans/ranks

Skyclan / Kit, Apprentice, Warrior

— appearance

Bloodorange is a large ginger tabby tom with a vibrant pelt and pale blue eyes. He has a white chest and maw and a long tail. He is broad shouldered and muscular.

— overview

Blood is a carefree tom who loves to explore and go on adventures. He is a little bit up in the clouds as he struggles to grasp emotions whether they be others or his own. He is not the smartest tom but it doesn't matter to him - not many opinions matter to him apart from his mate and his old mentor. He is impulsive - sometimes failing to think through the consequences of his actions and because of it he can be quite blunt in what he thinks.

— likes

Running

Exploring

Freedom

Affection

— dislikes

Judgmental cats

Warrior duties

Fighting

Rules

— parents

Mother: Softcloud - deceased

Father: Redhawk |Rooster

— romantic relationships

Lauraltwist

— close friends/trusts

Lavenderstar

Streamspirit

— enemies/does not trust

Her gentle tone would soothe the tom's worrying heart and with her agreeing to him getting someone, he knew that things where on their way to getting better. "Thank you," he purred softly whilst nuzzling her ears "I'll go tomorrow morning, I'd rather not leave you alone in the night." It was possible Bloodorange was being overbearing but when it came to Laureltwist he chose not to take any risks. With a swift lick between her ears the tom turned his attention back to the flowers, "I remember when you told me you were named after your mother. Do you remember anything about her?" Bloodorange didn't really have any parental figures in his life, with the closest being the Skyclan leader Lavenderstar but even then she was more of an older friend than parent. He adored listening to stories about Laureltwist's parents and well just listening to her in general.

The large ginger tom stood tall above the ginger female, with his broad shoulders hunched inwards. He had no need to look intimidating and it showed in his structure and the pleading look on his face. When he saw the medicine cat appear his face slightly lit up as he recognised her from when he was an apprentice in Skyclan. "Polypaw is that you?" he questioned taking a step forward, "You're Riverclan's medicine cat apprentice no? It's me, Bloodorange. I'm so glad to see you - I'm here looking for someone to come with me to take a look at my mate. I know its a lot to ask but she's be sick each morning and I don't know what else to do..." his voice had quickly gone from joy to ringing with worry once again.

The large ginger tom cast a worried look over to the white warrior that stood by the Riverclan medic's side but he couldn't say he didn't understand. He knew Laureltwist would hate it if many cats knew but he would never risk her health, even if she was not willing too. With an understanding nod, he shifted his paws nervously and mewed in a hurry, "thank you Streamspirit! I know I ask a lot and I will do everything you say, anything that gets you to my mate. We live just beyond Skyclan, at a farm on the other side of where the Two-Legs live. Unfortunately, its a little far..."

// sorry for taking so long... Laurel will actually be birthing soon so maybe they can come to help birth the kittens :)

Bloodorange let the soft words of his mate soothe his worries and he pressed lovingly to her side. Laureltwist's parents sounded like those he would love to be more like appose to his own father. Granted he never really got to know his mother and although he had never shared it with his own mate, he deeply feared something may happen to her at birth. The large ginger tom couldn't lose her but knew the possibility was all too real. Intertwining his long feathery tail with his mate's lithe grey tail, he tightened his grip and purred, "you carry the same loving aura your mother did and the bravery of your father. They are parental role models to live by if you ask me. the was a small pause where he thought about the idea of having kittens. The two hadn't really spoken about it and although Bloodorange loved being close to Laureltwist, he could never really see himself as a father. "Love, we've never really spoken about if we want kittens. I'm sorry if its a bad time, I know you're feeling unwell but do you want kittens anytime soon? Don't get me wrong I know we've been together but I mean, in terms of trying for them. Little the Bloodorange know that his mate was already pregnant.