Posts by FLAXENSUN

—— FLAXENSUN ——

Soon to be King

So this is my boy, Flaxensun. He's had a pretty long history of being an absolute ass and has only recently - after a very traumatic stint in a d a r k place - figure dout that h m maybe being mean all the time is...not...? the answer??

Anyway he needs friends and ...that's basically it. Just people he can practice being nice to. Although bad habits tend to die hard so ive got plots for that too >:3

He's open to pretty much everything so here are just some plot ideas

-- He's going through a hard time relationship wise, maybe your character convinces him to talk about it with them?

-- He's wandering the border, very cleary hungry, does your character share their catch with him? Or maybe does he come across your character eating prey and he promises not to tell? Either way, strike up a conversation! Maybe they're both effing starving and just sit down and t a l k about it

-- Frustration frustration frustration! Flaxen, or your character, comes across the other having a meltdown out of frustration over whatever it is that's bothering them. The other offers to help...by wrestling out the anger. You two have a no-claws brawl and then sit down beside each other and talk about how unfair the world is while complimenting each other's skills

-- Boomer comfort - y/c who is young is caught looking upset or crying by the border. Flaxen hesitantly comes over and offers to lend an ear - y/c pours everything out and Flax helps y/c pick up the pieces with comforting words and gentle tough love

-- Idk just fight. Y/c picks a fight with Flax, and then it's history - they beat each other up done is done

-- a prey y/c is chasing crosses into Flax's territory, he catches it. Now both of you need to decide if you fight for it or give it up for the other?

more ideas to be added sooner

"Speech"

—— FLAXENSUN ——

Soon to be King

He'd be lying if he said it wasn't devastating to hear. He'd also be lying if he said an old familiar fire began to kindle in his gut. Valerianfire...why isn't he surprised? The other young man has always been so...so...

No, he's been nothing but himself, nothing but loyal. He wasn't some sleeze or some player, he wasn't a monster that had laid it wait for Flaxen to vanish so he could swoop in and take Firedawn away like a predatory hawk. He was just...around at the right time. He was around when Flaxensun hadn't been and...he only had himself to blame.

He couldn't hate Valerianfire he...he didn't want to. He didn't want to treat another person the way he did the cat that had hurt his love...the way he hurt his own mother.

Breathing in and out, he waits for the fire to die as he focuses on comforting his one true love. He says nothing for a long time, only striking her fiery red fur and brushing the tears out of her soft green eyes. She's...she's beautiful even when she sobs with guilt. Flaxenglare can't help but smile at the ridiculousness of that thought - even at a time where she is, or at least feels, like she's at her most ugliest...still his heart pounds with attraction. For within those tears are memories they share, just the two of them. Words spoken just between each other. Promises and vows, hearts beating as one.

"It's..." no, it wasn't ok. The pain it caused her, the agony it left him in - things weren't okay. Just as the marshland around them wasn't okay beneath the hot son and the abandonment of the rain. He'd disappeared, he caused this. Looking up to the sky, Flaxenglare says, "I get it, I understand. I...I was basically dead and you," he smiles apologetically as he says, "well you're strong, don't get me wrong, but your heart is meant to be shared. You did fall for an idiot like me too quickly, it's kinda obvious your a family girl" he purrs, wiping her cheek gently "you had to move on. For your sake, for morningpaw's..." he shivers as he imagines another man taking care of his one and only daughter. The though shakes him so hard he actually feels something lodge in his throat. Morningpaw was his everything, his hope and dreams and the little thing he managed to do right. To lose that...

He rubs his face, the realization of losing Morningpaw- losing Firedawn - to that time and space leaves him feeling so, so cold. Colder than those days he slept surrounded by screeching of the dying and howling of the tortured. To be so close and yet...so far....It's not...it is fair but...

"Ill fix things" he promises her, blinking away his own forming tears, "I wasn't good enough before...clearly!" a dry laugh - could it even be described as a laugh? Yeah, he always feared he wasn't good enough for her but clearly...he wasn't. He never had been. Not if moving on...He shakes his head, no- no, it was his fault this happened. His fault for not being strong enough. If he truly died he'd...well, he'd have wanted Firedawn to move on, to be happy.

Aw fuck no he wouldn't - damn it, being selfless was so hard! How did Firedawn do it? Truly, how did she know to put others before herself, other's happiness before herself every time?

How could he do that for her? How could he...?

He focuses back on her. He rubs her check softly, then kisses her nose, "what we can do is just keep loving each other. We'll...figure everything else out as we go. " He opens his mouth to tell her that she's his - the words he'd spoken so many times in place of 'i love you'. But the words die on his mouth because...what if she isn't his anymore? Should he ever have considered her his? He kisses her once more and says instead, "I love you"

He's quiet for a long moment, and then he whispers, "i'm yours"

"Speech"

—— FLAXENSUN ——

Soon to be King

"That's her way of saying she approves" Flaxenglare says with an amused smile. It's rare for her - Miracle as she's now dubbed - to ever speak to someone she's recently met. It took her ages to speak to him, and it was mostly to just curtly answer his questions. Miracle...what a beautiful name. He smiles at Firedawn, touched by the kidness she holds for any and all. He's about to lean in for another kiss, when a familiar voice shouts his name.

His tail lashes, a cheerful wave as he surrogate son bounds over. His amber eyes widen into twin, beaming fiery stars, as per his namesake. "Wolfpaw...you've gotten so big" he smiles, making his way over to the boy. Through the corner of his eye he watches as Miracle bristles, but he'll explain it to her later. In the meantime, he wraps his paw around the boy and pulls him close, bumping heads.

He's about to tell him how much he missed him when -

Flaxenglare stiffens. Why'd-? He pulls away, a look of disgust filling his features, "What are you implying?" he demands. He knows he shouldn't snap, but suddenly he's reeling with a burst of rage. Did Wolfpaw think he WANTED to leave?! Did he think Flaxenglare had just up and walked off, abandoning his wife and daughter and future within his clan? What possible reason out there could there be for Flaxenglare to walk right off without even a word - how dare Wolfpaw imply that there was any reason in the entire cosmos that would drive Flaxen to just up and abandoned them. Did Wolfpaw honestly think so lowly of him?!

Flaxenglare is about to say all that, but he bites his tongue. He looks away, taking in deep breaths. He opens his mouth to tell Wolfpaw what had happened, but instead his jaws slam shut, barring the words from escaping. He trembles with anger - but it's not entirely directed at Wolfpaw anymore. He burns a hole in the ground with the intensity of his glare, his breath coming ragged as he think - think and think and remembers and

He catches flames in the corner of his eye. He twitches his gaze, meeting firedawn's. One breath, two, and he's calm again. He sheathes his claws and sighs deeply, exhausted. "I'm sorry. I never meant...to disappear" he finally speaks, and the words are heavy on his tongue. He wants to tell Wolfpaw that he wishes he'd been stronger - that he really, truly, never would've left if he'd had a choice and...

He sucks in another breath and tries to smile at Wolfpaw, "Does it matter? I'm back, and i'm never leaving again" his shoulders tense as he feels the heaviness of that promise on his shoulders. He rolls his shoulders and stands relaxed.

He'll keep that promise.

No matter what.

"Speech"

—— FLAXENSUN ——

Soon to be King

But deep down, he knew it was impossible. He had the same thought, at the same time. It made their embrace feel suddenly so desperately cold. He had been hoping she'd respond with something more....certain, but he knew nothing she could say would still the envious snap in his heart. Her heart was his...but was it? He suddenly felt vulnerable, felt so...lost. How cruel was it to spend moons upon moons fantasizing about the day he came home only to discover...his home wasn't...she wasn't...

He blinks as she rolls onto her back. He blinks, and then smiles. It's soft at first, but then grows in mischief. Things don't feel...okay but...fake it till you make it, right? "You have no fox-dunged idea how long i've waited for this" he purrs, lunging forward and taking bite out of her neck. Nibbling through the soft fur, he tugs playfully at her skin, before tapping her nose a few times in a playful attack and then leaping away, out of danger. He's tired, he's beyond exhausted, but his tail waves playfully, beckoning her to dare try and risk challenging him. "I've been gone for moons and I bet i'm still more skilled than you" he teases, sounding to all the world like a mischievous kitten again.

"Speech"

—— FLAXENSUN ——

Soon to be King

It's hard but the stress melts away. The fears of a future no longer set in stone drift to the back of his mind. His eyes on her her, on the way her muscles ripple breathing life into the fire of her fur. The way the morning shine of her eyes becomes a burning sun that demands to not be ignored. He sucks in a breath - fox dung she's gorgeous. the heart palpitations that cheeky voice of hers causes is enough to drive him mad. He takes a step towards her, his tongue swiping across his lips in hunger. Damn he's missed this woman. She's so innocent yet within that sweet heart of hers burns such a nasty little ball of hot passion. Moons of suppression suddenly raise the stakes of this little wrestling match as Flaxensun barks a laugh, "That's because I let you temptress" he jeers lovingly. suddenly the candle's flame flickers before bursting into a wildfire - she's on him in an instant!

Swept goes his paws, thud goes his head. He hits the ground hard and is left dizzy with surprise and admiration. "You tricky vixen, you've been training!" he laughs, spitting away his wounded pride and wrapping his paws around her neck, battering her stomach with half-hearted kicks that wouldn't hurt anything. He then tries to use his weight while she's distracted and pull her down, cranning his neck to nip her paw so when she jerks it away she unbalances herself. If this works, he'd pull her into himself and then thrust her to the side, using both their weights to roll so he's on top.

Whether it works or not he'd say, "You're hot as a bottom" though the level of confidence and jest would depend on his position at the time of saying it.

"Speech"

—— FLAXENSUN ——

Soon to be King

Karma. Truly, that's the only way he can think to describe this situation as he faces a daughter he would've given his life to see again face him with such hostility. All those nights he slept close, protecting her from nightmares, all those days he playfully bemoaned being dragged around camp on another little exploration trip of hers, what new fascinating discover she just had to share with her busy father. Every second he spent with her had been one he treasured. He treasured her above his on life - the same as he did with wolfpaw, whom he considered as close to a son as their relationship would allow.

To have them...look at him with such judgement.

It had been one thing to have Wolfpaw questioned his motives, and a whole other for both he and Morningpaw. Did...did they really think that he had wanted this? That he could've ever wanted to miss out on her growing up? He looked between Morningpaw and Wolfpaw, devastated by the belief in their eyes.

He opens his mouth to speak, but he has no words. What could he possibly say?

The pain and humiliation of the truth sets ashes to his bloodstream and he remains silent. He says nothing as firedawn scolds the two people closest to his heart. To tell them what had happened would be to rip out his own heart, to lay bare those moons of...No, he can't. Would it even matter? If their first thought was that he'd just decided to get up and fucking leave said enough.

He'd failed both of them.

He looks away, his amber eyes dark with frustration and misery. This hadn't been how he thought his reunion would go. So many nights he'd laid awake, promising himself that if he just kept going, kept fighting, he'd see them again. That thought lingers in his mind for a moment until a smile fills his expression.

He already saw hell. Morningpaw's anger was nothing, in fact...it was a blessing.

Lifting his head again, he just smiles softly at his daughter. So big now. The muscles underneath her similarly shadow-clad fur to his own denoting strength. "I missed you" he says it earnestly - whether she chooses to accept it or not doesn't really matter to Flaxensun, either. She's okay. She's become such a confident young woman. And he has plenty of time now to spend the rest of his days by her side. "Im not going away again." he promises, firm in that truth.

He wants to hold her, though. He wants to hug her, and cry into her no longer baby soft fur. He wished to tell her how she helped keep him going, how much she meant to him. But her glare promises that if he steps forward she'll step back and...He can't. He can't feel that hesitation twice in the one he'd thought cared for him unconditionally.

A reminder of his failures.

But he's tired. After so long wandering and searching, to come home to...well, not the greatest of surprises, he's ready to finally let himself give up and sleep. He nods absent-mindedly at Firedawn and follows her back to camp...steeling himself for more of this wonderful welcome back party.

"Speech"

—— FLAXENSUN ——

Soon to be King

He could believe things were okay. He believed things would be okay. As long as he had her...

Grinning from ear to ear, he leans in close, nibbling on her ear again as he whispers, "Dare I say, we just might be compatible" he purrs, "I have waited so long for you" he lowers himself down into a crouch, pressing heart against heart as he continues to play with her ear, whispering, kissing and biting. He nibbles a bit harder, just enough to see if he can hear her squeak that adorable squeak of hers, "You're delicious, y'know that?" be moves down and bites her neck, just beneath her cheekbone, "And i'm starving" He makes a move like he's going to continue his onslaught of nibbles, but instead he blows a breath of air into her ears, hard enough to surely surprise her before bursting into laughter. "dung you're fun to tease" he purrs, plopping down beside her. He batters at her ear with a soft paw, watching the way her little tufts bob beneath his attacks. She's so beautiful.

"Speech"

—— FLAXENSUN ——

Soon to be King

He smiles, ear tips growing hot as she spoke, but a bubble of excitement began to form in his chest. His eyes would most over though, thinking about the place he’d been. The horrible loss he’d seen, again and again. Reaching out a paw, he takes hers in his, feeling the way her calloused pad fit snuggly in his own. “Who says I want to be careful?" he says softly, looking up to meet her gaze. A flash fills his eyes and he partially gets up, looking down on his beloved with a twinkle in his petrified amber gaze, “im serious. When we had morningkit it had been an accident but...but I want the real deal with you. I love Mo with all my heart but I miss her being a little kitten, i want to raise more" and I want to be there throughout their lives this time. Maybe a family would even strengthen their bond again? He rests his head on his mate’s stomach, imagining Mo’s little heart beating just slightly off tune with Fire’s. “Whenever you’re ready...I’d like to raise another family again "

"Speech"

—— FLAXENSUN ——

Soon to be King

He looked over Wolfpaw, studying him thoughtfully, and then smiled. He didn't respond for a moment, then says with a tightness in his voice, "Twolegs." That's about as much as he's able to share. Maybe later he could elaborate but...he's not certain he could. He wished he could make it clear that never in a millenia could he abandon his family if he'd had a choice. But to explain what had happened would return him to a darkness he'd hope he'd never have to experience again.

Suddenly, he hears a soft whispered voice, familiar in a way only a father would know. It makes his dulled eyes suddenly brighten with moisture, worsened as he feels his little girl press into him. In an instant, he's whirling around and wrapping her in his arms. He can't stop the tears from falling even if his masculine pride begs him to try - honestly, he doesn't care. He suddenly regrets not hugging her, anger or no, the second he saw her. "Mo...My little morning star..." he whispers, his breath hitching. He thinks of the faces he saw through the twoleg-made caves stacked atop each other, the wails and the sobs that broke through the second the mesh was opened. Freed but never truly free. And everytime he saw one after the other taken to some new hell, his mind had fallen to Morningkit. With her cheeky smiles, her watery begging eyes, the way her whiskers twitched when she was furious with him.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here for you" he breaths, his words coming out ragged with misery and joy that she's back in his arms. At last, his little girl is back in his arms. He pulls away just long enough to hold her face in his paws, getting a good look at her snot-nosed expression of grief, just like her mom she's adorable even when miserable, before licking the tip of her nose affectionately, "Never again. Never." never will he allow himself to disappear like that. She's stuck with him just as much as she'll always be webbed in his heart.

"Speech"

—— FLAXENSUN ——

Soon to be King

He listens to her condition, and can't help but frown. The last time he'd left her to her own devices...well...Flaxensun could still taste the loner's blood in his mouth, and it made him shiver with guilt and rage. Pressing his forehead against hers, he nodded, "As long as you stay safe and I can still keep an eye on you" he says with a playful smile. No nagging, got it, but he's not about to stop being protective!

Still...he can't help but feel that it wasn't just past mistakes that has him feeling shaken by her words. No forbidding her to do things, huh? He thinks about how desperately he wants to ask her to not spend anymore time with Valerianfire. Firedawn was his first love - not in the sense that she was the only cat he'd ever truly loved but...she was the only cat he'd ever had a crush on, period. He doesn't know what it means to be in love with someone unattainable, to have puppy crushes or longing for another's attention. But even he knows that love can't be ignored unless you physically put space between each other...

Kinda like what happened between him and her. With enough space and time apart...even the strongest of bonds break, it seems. His heart aches as he senses that asking her to not be ask close to Valerianfire isn't going to be something she'll accept, but he chews on his lips as he debates asking her anyway.

The moment of joy feels poisoned. Tainted by a mounting despair that...maybe it really is too late for him to get back the happiness he'd shared with her exclusively. Leaning close, he rests his chin on her shoulder, hiding his expression as he stares into the dried, mangled moorland he'd thought could never change. How much would he have to lose before things finally started going right?

He'd give up everything just to have her to himself. Was that so wrong of him?

"I..." he wants to tell her he loves her, but his mind fills with thoughts of Valerianfire, his hand on hers, his breath in her ear, him in this space that had once been promised to Flaxen and flaxen alone. He suddenly feels so achingly out of place. His very home remodeled and under a new name - a ghost wandering through a house that had once been his place of comfort. "I can't wait to start a family with you" he finishes, lovingly kissing her neck again.

To fight for her would be to lose her, he knows that. He doesn't want to imprison her, he doesn't want to hurt Valerianfire...But he's experienced loneliness so often in his life, fire burns in his chest as he's faced with the idea of having to go back into that darkness.

What else could a cornered animal do besides bite and scratch?

"Im thinking we name all of them after you this time" he chirps, squashing down his deppression with a lightening tone, "Think about it- a big litter of fire-themed names. I'm thinking Flamekit, Blazekit, Spark-kit, Kindlekit, maybe even a lightkit" he purrs, twining his tail around hers.

"Speech"

—— FLAXENSUN ——

Soon to be King

Her smiling face fills his thoughts as he tries to hunt. He sees her red fur in the brown of the mouse as it weakly skitters away. He lunges for it, racing to keep pace with the equally dehydrated prey. He hears her twinkling laugh in the mouse's thumping paws, sees her challenging tail flick beckoning him to play in the whip of the mouse's slender limb. He sees her running away from him. Sees her escaping paws that had never meant to be cruel in their reach. He sees her slip from his grasp just as the mouse does once he's pounced on it. He can't bring himself to dig his claws in, and it becomes his undoing as the mouse escapes towards the border. Chocking back a cry, Flaxensun forces himself to blink out of the haze. Chasing once more after the item, he leaps and finally tears it's throat, leaving it soaking the marshland with blood - the last source of water the ground might see in a long time. Except he's no longer in his marshland, but instead treacherously close to the moorland border. He looks around, amber eyes startled, before his eyes fall back to the red as it slowly turns black, misplaced as it is in a world far from it's host's bloodstream. Blood was not meant to be spilled, after all. He thanks starclan, but in the same breath curses the very stars for their treachery.

For he, too, now finds himself in a world he's no longer sure he truly belongs in. Losing the fiery red light he's loved for so long.

"I'm turning into a pansy again" Flaxensun sighs, pressing a paw to his eye and dragging it down his cheek. But the rough massage does nothing to ease the thud in his skull and the ache in his chest. So he just sits there, watching in grief as the mouse dies at his paws. He feels he's not long in joining it.

BRIGHTSTAR

"Speech"

—— FLAXENSUN ——

Soon to be King

He failed to catch the vole and it left him trembling with rage. How long had it been since he was this angry, he didn't know. He'd come close - when he'd thought Wolfpaw had accussed him of leaving his family behind, but he'd managed to quell it there. This time, he knew he didn't have the strength to snuff the pyre burning in his very soul. Firedawn wasn't here to convince him with a breath that everything was ok - and even if hse was...she couldn't convince him of that fact anymore. Not when he knew...

So he began to scream. At first it was a roar of frustration at the loss of a much needed kill. Then it was a howl of agony, knowing so much mroe than a vole was slipping between his claws and there was nothing he could do about it. As the frustration mounted, Flaxensun could take it no longer. Twisting around, he began to score deep marks into the trees. He clawed and clawed, scraping off bark and wood until splinters started to collect beneath his nails. He hissed in pain, but still he continued, for the agony of splinters digging into the soft flesh of his pads was nothing compared to the torment he was living through now. He failed. In all sense of the word he'd failed and he lost and now he was lost. And the one person who could help him escape this encoraching darkness had her morning glow eyes trained on another and-

He slammed his forehead against the tree, hissing in despair, he presses his forehead harder into the gouged surface of the trunk, but the pain isn't enough to satisfy him. Blood pumping, chest heaving, rage burning - he needs a fight. A good, hearty scuffle or he feels he just might explode.

Physical pain is easier to manage than whatever dung this is.

whiteshark  

"Speech"

—— FLAXENSUN ——

Soon to be King

He was trying his hardest to smile, but it was getting so hard. All he could think about was her doing this with Valerianfire. How many times did she tell him she loved him, too? Was she thinking about him right now? Did she miss him now like she had missed Flaxen?

Should he have even bothered...

"How about Sunkit, then? Or Yellowkit, but I think even the ones that look like me would love it better to be named after you" he purrs, dizzy as he's pulled in and out of pleasure and misery. He kisses her forehead, ruffling her cheek fur with his licks. He tugs on her cheek playfully, brushing her nose with a thumb, "think Mo would get jealous? " he asked with a little snicker, picturing his fiery child huffing about not being the baby anymore.

"Speech"

—— FLAXENSUN ——

Soon to be King

His eyes meet hers and the darkness in both their gazes fill to the brim. So much unspoken grief, so much pain between them. Loneliness and abandonment, nightmares and false fantasies. Flaxenglare could practically smell the rain clouds approaching as the silence lay thick between her giggle and his response. Would they survive the crash? How could they - how could he - if he knew he might very well be the only one who'd drown alone? He pulls her close and kisses her nose, the silence pounding loud in his ears as he smiles a toothy smile full of love and excitement he refused to let the rain wash away, "If you're up for it, I wouldn't want to waste a single second"

"Speech"

—— FLAXENSUN ——

Soon to be King

The familiar mew of his love blighted with distress had him instantly abandoning his conversation with a few cats organizing a late patrol. Bounding to her side, Flaxensun bumped his head against hers, making sure she was okay, before stepping back and evaluating her words. "Amberlight" he had no idea who that was, "Maybe she went out for a walk?" He thought about his own disappearance, his own solo-patrol gone wrong, and his head would instinctively turn towards the direction of the thunder path. "Ill help look for her, but im sure there's nothing to worry about" he says reassuringly, though he knows he's the last person who should be saying that to Firedawn. He strokes her side with his tail and looks around for Briarstar and Hornetsting, awaiting someone with ore familiarity and power in the situation to help make plans going forward.

"Speech"

—— FLAXENSUN ——

Soon to be King

Flaxensun couldn't tell if this man was an genuinely polite and exitable person or if he was just kissing tail. Something about red somalis seemed to make them really good Shadowclan warriors though, so he'd give the man the benefit of the doubt as he brushes up against his own flame-pelted mate. He was tempted to twine his tail around hers, but decided against it - better not ruin her tough-girl disposition by showing the world she somehow let herself be swept off her paws by his ugly mug. He winces mentally as he thinks about the fact that he...isn't...the only one...

anyway.

"Welcome to shadowclan. If you need a tour or have any questions about our customs and laws, im around to help" he offers, not minding spending some time with the effective butt-kisser. He seemed charming, almost child-like in his giddiness to impress and please. Plus, it would be nice not being the only one semi-new to the place and it's people...even though...Flaxen had been born here...He sighs through his unwavering smile, wondering how long he'd have to bear this constant shadow of back handed slapping of disappointment.

"Speech"

—— FLAXENSUN ——

Soon to be King

Sleep had been so rare before, and it had continued to allude him for so long in that dark, roaring place. Even now he was still kept awake by nightmares and misgivings for the future he wasn't sure just yet was one where he walked alone or not. It was tonight the only night he managed to sleep deeply and truly. To be woken up was a punishment fit for only the most monstrous among them. To wake up to shinning morning-dew eyes and a smile that could melt bones - and did just that to his - was a blessing. "You couldn't have waited five more heartbeats?" the darkly clad warrior inquired with a yawn, stretching until a refreshing pop sounded somewhere in his tense form. Coming away loose and exited to see more of his love's expression, as well as hear the voices of his two official and unofficial children, Flaxensun would make his way out of the den, chasing Firedawn's tail like a pup sick with love.

"Speech"