Posts by FLAXENSUN

—— FLAXENSUN ——

Soon to be King

Bloodclanners were nothing but trouble. They were creatures that lived not by any code or honor, but simply for the sake of vengeance and a stubbornness to die like the rats they were. Flaxen's anger towards the group of wannabe clan cats wasn't one born out of personal experience but simply distaste for how that clan spat on the code he lived by. They were an infringement on his pride and the history of Bloodclan lying, stealing and cheating Shadowclan ran long. If he were leader, he'd banish this little murderer in the making the second he stepped within Shadowclan's borders.

The older warrior would come into the scene with a growl in his tone and a glare in his amber eyes, "What's it to you?" Medicine cats were gold to any clan. Losing a healer is almost a death sentence for any clan. Even if they managed to get help from other clans to train a new one, the time it would take could cost the lives of countless cats within Shadowclan. A bloodclanner wanting to know who specifically is the life line in Shadowclan's midst is an immediate red flag in Flaxen's eyes.

"Has no one taught you any manners? State your name and business before you go asking questions in another clan's territory" spits the warrior, looming over the marbled smoke tabby. His amber eyes fall on the other's kitty-pet collar and instantly his sun vibrant hues spill with disgust.

"Speech"

—— FLAXENSUN ——

Soon to be King

Flaxensun feels his paws twitch with the urge to cuff LArkpaw around the ears. Arrogant little brat - does she not realize how traitorous she's acting? Flaxensun isn't acting 'grumpy' for no reason - Bloodclan has cursed Shadowclan's land for SEASONS! And here she is, readily exposing Shadowclans only medicine cat to a bloodclanner - a creature known for their lack of empathy when taking lives and wrecking havoc. This fact is made worse with Larkpaw being Cypress's sister - may as well tell Flaxen right now that she cares more about defending her brother than her own clan.

"Larkpaw, I suggest you go and retrieve Briarstar and Tawnyface" he knows cat don't take kindly to his orders, but he swears to starclan if this little brat gives any more information away he won't hesitate to shove nettles in her mouth. He glares daggers at her trecherous face, adding under hsi breath, "At least pretend like shadowclan has your loyalty"

Then his attention turns to Cypress. He snorts at the young tom's polite behavior, but refuses to be swayed. How many times have they lied like that? How many times have they kissed their way into shadowclan's ranks in an attempt to tear them from within? Flaxen might agree that it was callous to judge one cat for the actions of a community, but survival is all about quick judgement. Flaxensun would be a absolute idiot if he trusted every bloodclanner that came to him asking for handouts. These cats would bite his paw and kill his family if he did.

He hangs his head in defeat as Oliveslip herself gives away the fact that she's the sole healer of shadowclan. Starclan ABOVE does no one have any sense? This kid could be a blood messiah but how the hell are either of them certain he won't tell this information to the wrong cat? Shaking with rage, Flaxensun says through gritted teeth, "In the very least I hope you'll understand, Cypress," and you too, Oliveslip for the love of Starclan, "that you'll have to learn your lessons either in Shadowclan's domain or be accompanied by warriors" Starclan if Oliveslip let herself be taken into bloodclan's land or allowed Cypress into shadowclan's camp to learn even MORE secrets -

He could already feel a brain aneurysm coming on.

Rubbing his temple, he finally adds, "Anyways I'm Flaxensun, wonderful to meet you" He looks over to where Larkpaw either is or had been depending on her stubbornness towards his suggestion, not order, "Still, all this depends on Briarstar's opinion. If your sister gets her fast enough you'll get your answer soon" No way is he leaving Larkpaw here with Oliveslip and the bloodclan tyro whatever that means. She'd probably give him a damned tour of the territory while he's gone!

"Speech"

—— FLAXENSUN ——

Soon to be King

Flaxensun could sense Cypress's mounting hostility, but he ignored it. Flax didn't say anything that wasn't true, and if Cypress didn't like that then he should either leave bloodclan or convince his sister to join him. Finchpaw was lucky she wasn't punished for her actions. He huffed at the boy's polite behavior, saying nothing more.

When Tansyface arrives, Flaxensun almost smiles in relief that he isn't the only sane person around. Her comment does make him pause, however. Why exactly didn't Cypress talk to one of his actual allies? Wasn't Darkclan or Riverclan allies with them at one point? Hm, he needed to acquaint himself with the current politics. Flaxensun snorts a laugh at Tansy's comments, "What a world we live in where cats trained in murder think being chased away is cruel" he says this without taking his eyes off of Cypress. Frankly, he couldn't care less how polite the gremlin was - how many deaths and maimings has this boy witnessed? How many future kidnaping and tortures will he sit through and do nothing about? Cypress may have done nothing, and may continue to do nothing, but that in itself was just as bad as what his fellow clan mates did.

Cypress did not deserve Flaxensun's respect.

Surprise surprise, though, Briarstar was willing to let the brat take advantage of shadowclan. Flaxen grits his teeth, loathing the way Briarstar glared at her warriors and smiled at her enemy. There was diplomacy, and then there was rolling over on your back and letting fucking murderers do as they pleased.

Walking over to Briarstar, he leaned his head close so only her ears could hear, "I respect your decision Briarstar, however shouldn't we ask for something in return? In the very least Bloodclan should give us some prey. We are giving them an incredibly valuable asset not only in our knowledge of herbs but experience in our territory. We can't let them think they can ask for an have whatever they want without expecting to give something up themselves!" He tries to say this as politely as he can, but frustration needles through. Surely Briarstar understood where he was coming from? Just because Bloodclan asked oh so politely doesn't mean they should be given whatever they wanted. What if the next time this smooth talking shrimp came he asked for food? Then asked for body guards to help with some raid? Then asked for kits to help repopulate? When would giving away valuable knowledge and resources be too much?

"Speech"

—— FLAXENSUN ——

Soon to be King

Flaxensun practically trips on air and collapses with the weight of his disappointment. Are you serious? He can feel his fangs sparking in his mouth as he grinds them like flint, watching as Briarstar so carelessly asks a damn child to promise her a freebie. Disappointment and rage radiates off him like miasma, and he has to narrow his eyes to slits to hide the disgust filling his occulars. Yeah, sure, lets just give this kid all of Shadowclan's secrets first and then hope and pray to starclan Bloodclan follows through and their promise and...what, exactly? Doesn't raid us on a planned day? Ah, in return for your kindness, we'll steal your prey tomorrow, as a tip maybe we'll even let you keep a life.

Diplomatic? Briarstar was a starclan forsaken MOUSE! A coward who refused to demand for equal pay because of what, a raid that will happen anyway on whatever whim Bloodclan will have? Starclan - here here for Shadowclan's grand leader! Flaxensun was getting sick and tired of cats treating him like his opinions were the uncouth logic of a senile old man. Even if Bloodclan wasn't as murderous as they used to be - even if this kid was from Skyclan or Darkclan, Shadowclan should still have enough pride to ask for something in return.

Prey, especially as scarce as it was now, was the least anyone could give when they were being blessed with a life time's worth of tutelage.

But if he pressed the subject he was certain he'd be assigned apprentice duties, so the man would say nothing further, keeping his face as neutral as possible. Much like Cypress, Flaxensun would also ingrain this kindness into his memory.

Except to him it was labeled under evidence of Briarstar's weakness.

"Speech"

—— FLAXENSUN ——

Soon to be King

Flaxensun had a lot of pride, that fact out to be clear. A good example would be his damaged pride at letting another clan - Bloodclan of all clans - be allowed not access in Shadowclan's territory and it's knowledge on healing, but access to that life-saving information for free. Every favor MUST be repaid, and the same is true no matter which side your on. Flaxensun would feel the burn of that mindset now as he heard the news about Flamestar's kindness. Having to rely on another clan - how humiliating. The only solace is knowing that this is the least Flamestar could do after Shadowclan assisted in dealing with their mut problem.

"Ill be coming as well" he says, sitting down wherever is less crowded.

"Speech"

—— FLAXENSUN ——

Soon to be King

The birthing had been a success. The six kittens were brought into the world safe and sound, all breathing, all squirming, all with a long life ahead of them. It was so much more than he could've ever asked for. It's exactly what he wanted when he held Firedawn against his chest and asked her for another addition to their family. His family...

And yet, he felt so utterly miserable.

The man leaned his head back, bumping it against the wall that lined the nursery's entrance. He dug his teeth against each other, tensing the muscles in his face as if preparing for a blow - a sucker punch. No, not exactly, for the pain was internal - a swell of heated frustration and devastated heartache. Both were volcanic enough on their own, but it was that awful inkling of shame that made it so much harder to bear.

For, during Firedawn's wails of agony and the kittens blessed squeaks, Flaxensun had the audacity to wonder - which were truly his?

Maybe a innocent thought to anyone else, but Flaxensun wasn't so foolish. After all, every question was born in an attempt to acquire an answer, and every answer was followed by a change in mindset and a subsequent action to accompany. In other words - if he knew which kittens were truly his, how would he treat those that weren't? If a starclanner came down and whispered in his ears the names of the children he did not father, would he stop treating them like a father?

Another question, denoting another answer - and an answer only he could provide. An answer he now had to bear.

Yes.

Yes he would treat them differently.

In the darkness of night, Flaxensun would lift his paws and clutch at his ears, straining against the agony of his damaged pride and soul. His family, his pride and joy - what a monster he was for these feelings. It was childish to feel cheated out of a perfect fairy tail ending. It was childish to want nothing to do with Valerianfire. It was childish to entertain even the smallest notion that those precious children were mistakes.
It was childish! CHILDISH!

But it hurt. It hurt so much to think about what might've happened if he'd never returned. To imagine Firedawn, his one and only love, in the arms of another man. What would've happened if he hadn't helped bear this litter? Would Firedawn raise them solely with Valerianfire? What if Flaxensun had been a moon or two, or SIX before he returned - would Firedawn have moved on now with her new family? Would Flaxensun be but a distant, bittersweet memory of a childhood romance?

Was Flaxensun nothing?

None of these questions could be answer - he didn't WANT the answers, and yet the strain of his lack of knowledge was unbearable. No, he didn't want the truth - he wanted to be told in absolute that no, Firedawn wouldn't have raised them with Valerian. No, Firedawn would have waited for him - six moons, six seasons even. No, he was not someone who could be discarded to the winds of time.

Someone would've waited for him.

His return meant something to people. His crawl out of the depth of hell MEANT something!

Oh, but how certain he was that the meaning of his life was something more akin to tragedy.

How certain he was that every breath he took now in Firedawn's presence was not a helping hand in resuming time, but a interruption in what was meant to be Valerianfire's happiness.

You stole my happiness, Valerianfire had said to Flaxensun.

In the shadow of the nursery, where within soft mewls and gentle snores could be heard, Flaxensun panted with the war waging in his thoughts. The strain of a question tugging and grappling it's need for an answer he wanted desperately to keep away leaving him exhausted.

Would it have been better if he'd never returned?

He was certain he already knew that answer.

BRIARSTAR. WOOPS sorry for the angst x'D

"Speech"

—— FLAXENSUN ——

Soon to be King

"This is a pretty long way to travel for prey" a shot in the dark, a bullet ringing through in the deadly quiet of a stand off. Flaxensun pushes his way through the undergrowth, his amber visionaries glowing like pools of molten sunlight. There's no fierce judgement in those eyes, but it's impossible for suspicion to not begin to bloom as his eyes fall down to Valerianfire's feet. The step he's about to make outside of Shadowclan. He looks back up, a brow now quirked. "Look, im just as hungry as you are, but stealing prey will only bring more trouble" he says this, but he gets a feeling that wasn't Valerianfire's intention. He studies the tom's cream and red face, searching for signs of evidence to that inkling of a thought. Hoping he doesn't.

He wants to give the father of his kits a way out. "You should hunt tomorrow, it's late. Lets go home"

"Speech"

—— FLAXENSUN ——

Soon to be King

When Flaxensun had first called out, his intention hadn't been to provoke or even scare Valerianfire. He's simply been curious. Now? The harshness would truly lace his tone as Flaxensun's arched eyes fell into narrowed golden glares. "

At least tell me what your little mission is. If it's so important you'll leave the kits and Firedawn without so much as a good-bye" While Flaxen found some comfort in Valerianfire's promise to return, the fact that he was leaving at all made him angry. Their children were waiting for him. Firedawn...she'd be devastated if he left. She needed his support, his kindness - he's promised her, if nothing else, he'd be there for her.

So what the hell was this?

He closes his eyes, sucking in a breath. Letting his fustrations fall away, his voice would be softer, more open for understanding if his co-parent would just talk. "You shouldn't go alone. In the very least, you should tell Briarstar, your friends. You went missing once, you saw what that did to cats" he steps towards the man, his rival, trying his best to treat him like a friend their kits needed them to be, "

At least take someone with you, going through enemy territory isn't safe" he blurts out before he can think about it, "

Ill help you"

"Speech"

—— FLAXENSUN ——

Soon to be King

"it's best you don't know" is an instant red flag. Paired with the man's somber tone and the emphasis that he's going to meet someone only raises more banners of alarm. He takes another step towards Valerienfire, but the tom keeps talking. Frustration burns in his gut as Val doesn't even bother to include something for Flax to tell the clan. "There are seven kits that will know you're gone" Flaxen calls after him, unsheathing his claws. "You dumb ass, Firedawn will know you're gone! You can't disappear, even if you want to!" he digs his claws into the earth, wondering just how many times he's going to have to keep fighting for other people like this. Was it selfish of him to let this tom go? Should he fight harder to make him stay? Drag him home?

Trust me on this, Valerian had said. If Flaxen and Val were ever going to make for a functional team, Flax had to trust him. Biting his lip, Flax shook his head in anger, "You better get your ass back here as soon as you can then! I'm not letting you disappear" He knew what it was like to come home to a clan that had forgotten about you. Why was Valerianfire doing this?
"Don't you dare abandon those kits Valerianfire" his hisses, under his breath.

And suddenly, there was little Eveningkit. He looked down at the child, shock filling his features. "You shouldn't be out here!" he couldn't help but snap, fury igniting in him. Fury that she had to see all that. Fear that she heard all that. He shakes his head - no, no, there was nothing to be scared of. Valerianfire was coming back. He'd promised. He pulls his daughter close, kissing her head, "i'm sorry...it's okay, Eve, he's just...going to say goodbye to a friend. " that's all the information Val gave him...selfish jerk. "It'll take a few days, but he'll come back. He gave me a promise, and you know this family never breaks it's promises" he twines his tail with hers, shaking it playfully, hoping to distract her "Have you ever heard the rhyme for pinkie promises? Ill teach it to you while we walk home, yeah?"

"Speech"

—— FLAXENSUN ——

Soon to be King

She wasn't.

As Larkpaw did her best to stand brave before the unfamiliar cat, her shadow would begin to stretch and loom. Behind her, an imposing figure of tiger-striped armor and eyes of sharp cut jasper would bear down on the stranger before them. As much as he and larkpaw have disagreed before, Flaxensun would still have her back. Now more than ever seeing how this unfamiliar tom seemed to have a few screws loose. Sure, not many loners were of sound mind after living through hardships, but this guy seemed on a whole different level. Were those grating rasps supposed to be cat meows? Should he go and grab Oliveslip?

"Speech"

—— FLAXENSUN ——

Soon to be King

The nursery was rather empty when you took into account that all the kits were from Firedawn's litter. I mean there was Bunnykit, but she counted as part of Fire's brood so the fact remained. That means Flaxensun was free to teach the little gremlins anything he pleased, what with being their now sole guardian. He loathed the fact that Valerianfire had yet to return from his mission. He was a man of false promises, it seemed - but no matter. The kits had one day, and Flaxensun wasn't going anywhere.

"Alright my future warriors and leaders, how much do you know about the code?" with the afternoon sun reigning high in the sky, illuminating the world in a warm golden glow, similar to the color of their pop's eyes, it was the perfect time to gather the children. They finished with their playing and had their lunch, so now was the time for them to prepare to sleep. As much as Flaxen valued the warrior code, he knew it was also an incredibly boring subject for kittens, and he didn't mind using it as a tool to put them to sleep. But hey, maybe they'd enjoy learning a thing or two about how it keeps the clans together.

~Shira~ +Elmshade+ poprocks .fadingfire. Bunnypaw-

"Speech"

—— FLAXENSUN ——

Soon to be King

"She found me, actually" Flaxensun says, his eyes never leaving his daughter's crestfallen expression. He wonders what she's thinking about, what she'd heard. He's certain she heard everything. He bites the inside of his cheek, reaching out a paw to pull her in close, talk to her, but then Morningpaw is asking that dreaded question and Lightningkit appears as well. "Lightningkit" he grumbles, wondering how many other children are wandering about this late and all alone. Looking over to Morningpaw, Flax smiles - for the sake of Valerian's shared kits, "He's going to meet with a friend a while away, he'll be back"

He watches Eve interact with Lightning, then sighs softly. Coming over to his daughter, he scoops her up with a paw and deposits her on his back, "Hold on possum" he purrs, purposefully arching his back to make it a little more difficult - and hopefully fun. Eve is far too young to feel so dejected.

To Lightningkit, he offers, "There's room for one more, or are piggy backs too babish for you now? " he asks playfully, ruffling his son's head with a paw. "Oh but I hope you both know you're way grounded for this" he adds in a sing-song voice, only a half-tease.

"Speech"

—— FLAXENSUN ——

Soon to be King

The leader's word is law and Amberlight was not his friend. The decision should've been easy - the second Briarstar says attacks, he should do just that...

And yet...His heart went out to the woman. Forced to take care of children you didn't conceive but loving them anyway...He knew what that was like. Blood ran think, but bonds were stronger than everything.

"For a diplomat who'll let a bloodclanner in our midst, you sure are hipocritical towards your own clan mates" Flaxensun spits, coming over to the scene. He looks at Amberlight, and notes her passiveness, her attempts to be peaceful. "What exactly are we defending here? Shadowclan's pride? Against what - a mother who just wants to say goodbye?" He looks back at Briarstar, his molten amber hues aglow, "Please, Briarstar, this doesn't need to be a big deal. She has served shadowclan for moons, she deserves this small bit of mercy"

Honestly for starclan's sake, what was the harm? Sure Amberlight was leaving shadowclan, and that in itself made her an enemy on these lands...but all she wants is her kits. Not even that, she just wants to speak to them - that fact that she's willing to leave them to help keep Shadowclan's ranks strong speaks volumes of her respect for this clan.

I mean, it's incredibly selfish of her to leave her kits, and frankly the second this woman leaves the border she's dead to Flaxensun...but, seriously, we're going to have a fight over something so small?

"This isn't a time to shed unnecessary blood Briarstar! Have mercy!" what was his leader becoming? A woman who'd treat a bloodclanner better than a fellow mother?

"Speech"

—— FLAXENSUN ——

Soon to be King

No, it wasn't logical - it was humiliating. Escorting her all the way to the border, forcing her to sit and wait for her sons like some back water rogue, what else was it besides an act to put Amberlight down and make her feel like the service she did for her clan meant nothing? Especially considering - she was already HERE! Just let her say her good-bye here, get it done with, and escort her to the border - simple and done.

Flaxensun would've snarled with fury if Briarstar had voiced her opinion about Flaxen disobeying her in public - he had NOT! The only other event he had disagreed with her decision and protested t was with the bloodclan cat, and he had done so privately. But right now he didn't exactly have the option to take Briar aside and implore her away from everyone now did he?

No, Flaxensun's loyalty to Briarstar and this clan was not something he appreciated to be questioned- he'd lay his damned life for his home, and he'd take a bullet for Briarstar any day - nine lives or not. However when a cat is throwing her power around without a single mind to where her warriors were coming from. Her warning glare sealed his maw, but the rage behind his eyes was visible.

Thankfully, Amberlight knew when to cut her losses and gracefully took her leave. A damned bloodclanner was treated better than a clan veteran. Absolutely disgusting.

"'m sorry it came to this Amberlight" Flaxensun called after the molly, "You raised those kits well, hold your head up high, that's something t be proud of!" They were enemies now, and Flaxensun wouldn't hesitate to tear into her the next time they saw each other on the battle field. He would not respect her decision to abandon her clan, and the respect he had for her was weakened...but the road to hell is paved with good intentions. He could at least respect her for the good she made, even if she's leaving it behind.

He watches her go with a sigh, then turns and takes his own leave.

//out

"Speech"

—— FLAXENSUN ——

Soon to be King

Flaxensun could sense like a storm in the wind he was in for a chastising. He wouldn't protest it, and you bet your teeth he wouldn't hide from it. On the contrary, after the whole thing with Amberlight Flaxensun made sure to time everything perfectly. The second Briarstar returned from her last patrol, Flaxensun would whisper in Firedawn's ear to take the kittens to play on the other side of the clearing. It took a few promises of piggy backs and warnings of early bedtimes before the grumbling gremlins finally scampered after their flame-coated mom. He watches them go with a fond smile, before dropping the grin as he focuses on his brown tabby leader from the corner of his eye. Walking into a particularly solitary part of camp, Flaxensun makes sure his leader sees him before he begins to groom himself. Nonchalantly he awaits the storm that's inevitable when you curse the gods of thunder and rain. He's not afraid, for his loyalty is unwavering and the most he'll get from his transgression is a slap on the wrist and at worst a moon of apprentice duties. No, he welcomes this coming discussion- what better way to explain himself?

More than that, he needs to hear an explanation from her.

Flaxensun's loyalty to his clan and his fellow members is unwavering...is hers?

BRIARSTAR.

"Speech"

—— FLAXENSUN ——

Soon to be King

Bunnykit was quite the oddity from day one. Found abandoned, tinier than any runt, with a fur finer than snow and just as sensitive to the sunlight and eyes the color of blood frozen beneath ice...She was a ghost with solid mass. A spirit walking among them.

And Flaxensun loved her too much for words to describe.

Perhaps it had started out of obligation - seeing the girl nestled among his own kittens, the protective instincts of a father could not be dismayed. Soon, though, it grew into something more. Seeing Bunnykit take on the world, never minding her afflictions or differences. The way she laughed, the way she explored. He loved her smile and her pouts, how she overcame her anxieties and befriended everyone with an eagerness enviable even to the most extroverted of cats.

She was his daughter.

"A hawk!" Flaxensun's voice is calm, urgent but not panicked. The second he heard the hawk's predatory screech, his sights were skyward, watching the behemoth bird circle. He bared his fangs, before turning to all those in the clearing, "Everyone you know the drill, get inside - apprentices you especially. Don't think just because your bigger the hawk won't target you" He watches everyone run, dragging each other to safety.

He's making his way towards the prey pile, joining a couple warriors in trying to hide the hard earned food from the scavenger above his head.

He doesn't even consider that one of his little ones is out.

He doesn't consider looking for them - so stupid was he to assume they'd been taught the drill and went inside the second they heard the noise.

But that's just the thing - they never heard it. And his kittens, his precious miracles, they're so stubbornly curious.

So it's not he who first lets out a howl of fear, screaming a name that chilled him to the bone.

"Run Bunnykit!" and Flaxensun is whirling around, spotting his snowflake baby girl as she squeezes her sensitive eyes against the sun. As her glowing white fur is suddenly overshadowed and -

"NO!" the cry tears from his lungs, leaving his throat burned and ragged but the pain is far away. Time slows. He's running but he's in a nightmare - he's running in place, no matter how fast he tries to pump his muscles. Molasses, mud, the most unrelenting of tree sap pulls his paws down. And all he can see is Bunnykit, her little eyes closed - don't look baby! Don't look! he begs.

And then his paws pull free and time resumes and -

And she's gone.

"NO! NO!" his cries don't reach his ears - they're whispers compared to the reverberating sound of his little one's cries. He runs, he leaps into the air. Claws unsheathed, claws out stretched. Desperation and adrenaline working as best they can but it's just not enough. His paw catches only air, the cloud that is his kit forcefully returned to the sky she came from.

Too soon. Too SOON! She's not ready - HE'S not ready!

Flaxensun falls to the floor, his instinct's to land on his paws betray him as he collapses instead on his stomach. His eyes never leave the fragile cotton ball in the beast's talons, growing even smaller than she already was into the deep blue.

Dizzily, he wonders if her eyes are still closed. Don't look. Don't look.

"W-we need - I need a patrol! " he chokes out, struggling to rise, to blink away the blurriness of panic and tears. "We can track down it's nest - we can catch it before it - WE CAN CATCH IT!" he roars, whirling around to face the cats who stare, helpless and realistic. Flaxensun would've been one of them, somberly watching a father try his damndest to not break apart at the loss of his kit. Flaxensun as a bystander would shake his head for that poor, foolish man screaming hysterically for a futile search party. Bystander Flax might've even walked out and patted the sobbing father's shoulder, taking on the responsibility of dishing out the truth

There's nothing we can do.

But he's not a bystander. He refuses to be! He can't just sit back and not do anything - that's his girl! "THAT'S MY GIRL!" he screams, snarling at those who aren't quick enough to volunteer their services, reminding them of who she was, how precious she was not just to Flaxen but to the clan itself. She was a rarity, special not for her disabilities but her ability to overcome them! Bunnykit, bunnystar - his baby. "WE NEED TO SAVE HER "

Please!

"Speech"