Frog + Nettle’s Litter [Private, I guess]

[Mauve]

@Suspiciousmindz
@Cosmo

With his eyes round in wonder, it was clear that Cobra never got tired of hearing stories about the great Clans, specifically WindClan in particular. Ever since the stories had begun, his nights had been filled with dreams of running across the moorland alongside the fabled cats that Frog would talk about. Meeting Blazingstar was definitely something the tuxedo tom thought about often. A grin plastered itself onto Cobra's face, and he found himself radiating with excitement. "I want to meet him one day," he said boldly, and a little on the loud side, but he didn't care. His siblings knew of his peaked interest in the Clan stories, as it wasn't shared by all of them, at least not as much as Cobra was interested. To him, it was something he lived and breathed. He felt connected to the Clan his father was from, though he couldn't quite put a paw on why. "Can we go meet him one day, dad? Mom?" Cobra's head turned back and forth between the two, their green depths pleading. He'd asked before, and they had always skipped around the subject. Not that the 'no' deterred the young tom from asking; he simply just waited a bit before doing so again.