The winds draw me back [P]

[ChaosBringer.]

Whisperinghive
A 12-16 moon old tom with marigold-orange fur, dull green eyes, and a thin scar running from below his left eye down his muzzle to his nose. Purrks: Killer Aptitude T1 [ACTIVE] Survival Instincts[ACTIVE] Just a Scratch [ACTIVE]



An orange tom curled up in his nest, his body aching from exhaustion as he rested on the soft moss. With a small, sleepy noise, the warrior rested his head in his paws and drifted into the land of dreams. His eyes snapped open, and he stood up immediately as he felt the scenery change, his claws digging into the ground and his tail lashing. Wait.. He'd been here before!! When he was an apprentice. Whisperinghive let his fur lay flat as his dull green eyes scanned the starry area. "Berryfrost? Is that you?" He called, hoping to see his late first mentor. What if it wasn't her? Was it his parents? Were they even dead? Excitement eushed through him as a new thought popped into his mind. Was it Blazingstar? Whisperinghive hadn't seen the dead leader in a while!!


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[Blazingstar]
Former Leader of WindClan
​No Purrks

A soft humming noise escaped the fluffy orange feline as he sat amidst a starry field. The same starry field he always dragged dreaming cats to. It was the place Blazingstar called home during his time in the living. The only cat to probably recognize it would be Twilightstar and anyone who'd been under Brightstar's brief ruling. Anyways, Blazingstar continued to hum softly until the presence of a familiar feline shook his sense.

Blinking, Blazingstar would look in the direction the energy was coming from. The tabby would rise to his paws and raise a fluffy tail in greeting. The last he'd seen this feline, he was an apprentice and an angry one at that. How had he been?

"Welcome back," Blazingstar greeted warmly.

@ChaosBringer. - Whisperinghive

[ChaosBringer.]

Whisperinghive
A 12-16 moon old tom with marigold-orange fur, dull green eyes, and a thin scar running from below his left eye down his muzzle to his nose.
Purrks: Killer Aptitude T1 [ACTIVE] Survival Instincts[ACTIVE] Just a Scratch [ACTIVE]



It was Blazingstar! He'd met the dead leader a while ago when he was an apprentice. "Hey, Blazingstar." Whisperinghive greeted with a nod of respect. The younger tom had changed a lot since he last visited. He was once an angry, spiteful apprentice with no control of his emotions. Now, Whisperinghive was a warrior with more control over himself, but that forever blazing temper lay just under his fur—waiting to be released. "Been a while, hasn't it?" It really had... Whisperinghive lost Stempaw, helped drive Riverclan out, almost killer that molly that RUINED his face, and he was a big brother now! Whisperinghive had siblings, actual siblings! He'd make sure they didn't have lonely nights in the nursery with no one to play with like he did. He'd always be there to love and protect them.

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[SuspiciousMindz]

[Blazingstar]
Former Leader of WindClan
​No Purrks

Blazingstar was greeted in a new manner. It appeared Whisperinghive -- yes he knew the warriors' name -- had matured over the last few moons. Good for him! Blazingstar could relate in that sense. He had been an angry paranoid cat once, but emotions and understanding come and go and that's what matured cats. He only hoped he was a part of that change. Sometimes all a cat needed was a hug and being told 'everything will be okay', just as Blazingstar acted as when this one was an apprentice.

"How've you been, Whispering? You've grown a lot," mentally and physically. He also wasn't a lanky, unproportioned teenager anymore. He was definitely adult-looking and grew into his frame. "It's been quite some time, indeed!" Blazingstar would smile, reaching out with a paw to welcome the warrior in a small embrace. Blazingstar was a known hugger and very affectionate to those he cared about, even in the living.

@ChaosBringer. - Whisperinghive

[ChaosBringer.]

Whisperinghive
A 12-16 moon old tom with marigold-orange fur, dull green eyes, and a thin scar running from below his left eye down his muzzle to his nose.
Purrks: Killer Aptitude T1 [ACTIVE] Survival Instincts[ACTIVE] Just a Scratch [ACTIVE]



Whisperinghive did his usual cock-of-the-head-when-confused before realized that Blazingstar wanted to offer a hug. The young warrior hadn't been the most affectionate with the cats of his clan. Stempaw was the only exception. Cuddling in each others nests and nuzzling each other whenever they saw the other. Just one wouldn't be bad, right? Whisperinghive padded the few step distance between the two and nuzzled Blazingstar's shoulder. His nose was immediately filled with fluff, his body feeling as if he was laying in a puddle of fur! Whisperinghive couldn't help it, so he let a purr rumble in his throat. The scorch and the freeze finally decided to leave him alone, thankfully. The younger tom wanted to speak, but he felt that if he opened his mouth, the older tom's fluff would flood into his mouth like a rabbit with a bit too much fur.


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