[Hellion]

Flashbrook

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He was so tired and worn out, the red tinted tom with the bright blue eyes was struggling. The pain in his leg was coming to the point he could hardly walk on cold mornings, it took a lot of rubbing and warming of the connection joints to make it to where he could walk, let alone hunt. He wasn't able to chase down prey with his mate anymore, both of the toms were starting to notice the difference in him.

Before he returned to LightingClan on that wonderfully fated evening, he had spent some time with an old cat, who spoke of poppy seed when taken in small amounts to ease the pain and make things bearable. That was his plan, knowing kind of what the plant and flower looked like, he had set out to the Flooded Grasses.

It was too much of a risk to ask Rookfrost for some, the medicine cat gave him an odd feeling in his gut and Snowpaw was so young and with his knowledge of Goldenflower's feeling for him, he thought it best he didn't bother the tom. Each step he took was slowed because of the mounting pain, but he could do it today wasn't as bad as the past few, he could manage.

Picking up his pace a bit he found himself at the marshy ground by the sound and feel of the ever damp grass on his paws. It was cold to the touch and for a moment that cold feeling was nice, but he also found it harder to walk in, not to mention it was growing difficultly. Finding himself a path of more stable and less damp ground, he looked around for the seed, scenting mouse on the air but not having the mobility to outright hunt for it.

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And I can't change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to

Word Count:: 320
Tag::BlooRey DVD
Notes::

[BlooRey DVD]

[smear:f78216]Kindleflare[/smear:f3e4d7]

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The shy ginger she-cat had been out on her own. She had decided to go for a hunt, void of any sort of company, hoping that she could finally get some time to think things over. She was still confused about the way her thoughts seemed to lock onto she-cats as they padded on by, rather than the toms, as all her friends seemed to do. No one knew of these dark thoughts just yet. She didn't even fully believe they existed herself. Why in the name of StarClan would she tell anyone else? What if there is something wrong with me..?

The sudden thought sent a thrill of worry down the length of her spine, causing her ginger ears to pin back on her head. Cowering beneath the cover of some bushes, she must have looked pretty ridiculous, as though she were hiding from her own shadow. Though the absence of light that trailed around behind her didn't bother her, she would be the first to admit that the things that ran rampant through her head terrified her. In all honesty, there was nothing horribly dark about them. They weren't the same 'dark' thoughts that plagued her brother's mind. Her thoughts were just... Different than those of other she-cats her age.

Is different.. Really that bad? She asked herself, a slight ray of hope among the otherwise embarrassing images that plagued her mind. Normally, she would immediately know the answer to that. No, of course different wasn't bad. The fact that they were all different gave life character. It would be terribly boring if everyone thought the same way. But when this particular subject was concerned.... The newly named warrior didn't know what to think, didn't know what she should believe. For moons, things had always been the same for the Clan cats regarding mates.

Suddenly, her thoughts landed upon two toms in particular. She didn't know them very well, but she was fairly certain that the two of them considered each other mates, even though they were both of the male gender. If two toms could love each other... Maybe it wasn't so bad that she was so often thinking about she-cats? Daddy would know the answer... Maybe I should talk to him..? But what if he thinks I'm a freak? The thought of her father thinking negatively about her was enough to make the she-cat shrink back slightly. She loved her father. Knowing he thought anything negative about her would absolutely crush the poor ginger she-cat.

Forcing herself to continue moving, Kindleflare let her jaws part, catching the scent of mouse. She began stalking forward, the nervous stiffness of her movements soon disintegrating, leaving her moving swiftly and agilely through the marshy territory. Her amber eyes couldn't see the mouse, but based upon her hearing and her sense of smell, she could almost picture exactly where the creature was. When she figured she was about pouncing length from it, Kindleflare collected her legs beneath her, shifting her weight back and feeling the power build in her muscles.

When she finally released it in one solid spring forward, she felt the wind in her whiskers, which sent a certain thrill through her. She landed squarely on top of it, trapping it with her paws and killing it swiftly before it was given the chance to run away. A purr rumbled through her as glee overtook her, pride over what she had accomplished. Stooping to pick it up, Kindleflare was searching out a place to bury it when her warm amber gaze landed upon the limping form of a tom she'd been thinking about not too long ago.

Tipping her head questioningly, Kindleflare quickly found a place to bury her kill, before striding towards him. The closer she drew, the less determined her movements became until she was slinking towards him, the picture of timidity. Clearing her throat, she couldn't meet his gaze as she pretty much whispered her question to him. "U-Uh... Flashbrook... Are you... Are you looking for something? You... You seem like you are in pain and should be resting... Do you want me to g-get it for you?" Her white paws shuffled on the ground slightly as the ginger and white tabby awaited the older tom's reply.

[Hellion]

Flashbrook

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During his hunt for the poppy, Flashbrook's mind wandered to Burningleaf a small happy look on his face, thinking of the cat he loved was therapy to him, he could bare any burden when he knew Burningleaf was safe and in his heart. Smelling the poppy he knew that he was close, it couldn't be that far away the prospects of easing the pain in his leg nearly had him frantically searching until a new scent warmed his nose.

Flicking his ears back he turned, the coming being was a warrior he didn't know, he knew her name and recognized her to be within his own Clan, but he hadn't known her personally. Rather it was a positive or negative thing, Flashbrook wasn't sure. Normally the younger cats kept to their generation and their mentors, Flashbrook hadn't sired kits of his own nor had he trained any cats, so there wasn't that common knowledge about the she-cat approaching him.

However the say she timidly came to him he felt that perhaps something was troubling her or that she was just simply a shy cat. He had known cats so painfully shy that they panicked when ever another cat came around. Unsure of how she'd react if he spoke first he waited, his blue eyes open and inviting despite the pain.

Her words are slightly unsteady, Flashrbook waited until she finished before forming his own words. "I'm looking for poppy seed, Rookfrost was running low." Well half of it was a lie, but then again she didn't need to know what he intended to use the poppy seed for, it was his own medicine. "If you know what poppy smells like you can help, you can tell I'm not as agile as I once was, but then again falling from a cliff does that to you." He added a bit of black humor to his words but the regretted it once he did, Flashrbook didn't know the she-cat, so it wouldn't be best to start the first conversation with dark slightly morbid humor, then again why the heck not.

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And I can't change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to

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Tag::BlooRey DVD
Notes:: _{he fell off a cliff protecting burningleaf it broke his leg and it never really healed correctly. Left hind leg.}