Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2019 14:22:54 GMT -5
Mothflight - Dustclaw - Flintfang
"You sure earned your name, Mothflight. You're about as featherbrained as a hummingbird."
Dustclaw's snide cut through the cold air like claws through flesh, the brown tabby tom shoving his thinner, leaner brother playfully to the side. Mothflight sidestepped into one of his clanmates, a beautiful brown and pale ginger calico by the name of Owlclaw.
If a cat could blush, Mothflight would have turned red as a rose.
"Uh, pardon me. My apologies!" Mothflight stammered, bouncing back to Dustclaw and cuffing his ears with a dangerous glint of irritation deep in his exuberant, blue eyes. Flintfang sighed at his brothers play. No matter how annoying they are, they're still my brothers. The smoky black tabby tom thought, admiration coursing through his veins as he watched his pathetic siblings. Without parents, Flintfang had stepped up to be the role model his brothers needed him to be. He stooped over the fresh-kill pile, snagging a mouse for himself as he made his way over to a patch of warm, flat rocks at the edge of camp. The elders usually lay here to sun-bathe, though the wind and cold likely drove them into their den for the evening.
The sun had begun to set, and after a day with his two brothers, the last thing he really wanted to do was dine with them before sleeping next to them for the next several hours. Flintfang huffed as his brothers followed him, still squabbling. Do they NEVER shut up and leave me alone? He wondered laughably, tail flicking slightly. Dustclaw and Mothflight were sharing a magpie. Mothflight had begun tearing the feathers off and tucking them under his chest to protect them from the wind.
"These will be great for the elder's nests!" Mothflight noted bubbly with a mouthful of feathers.
"You can stuff some in Owlclaw's nest too." Dustclaw sneered, his brown tail flicking Mothflight on the back.
"Stop pestering each other!" Flintfang grumbled as Mothflight's head snapped towards Dustclaw angrily. "Lets just enjoy our prey."
Flintfang began picking at his mouse, but something of greater concern was on his mind. Morningsun. He thought, long ginger fur flashing in his mind, loving, amber eyes staring back at him. She had pulled away from him, and he didn't know why. His heart skipped a beat as he noticed her glide through camp, dropping a rabbit on the fresh-kill pile. He yearned for her to look his way, though when she finally did, her gaze was empty, void of emotion. She looked away quickly slipped into the warriors den with Vipertooth, laughter tickling Flintfang's ears as he saw the two slip away.
The light had almost gone out, though the sun's blood still pooled along the horizon. Flintfang didn't notice his brother had stopped talking and were staring at him. Dustclaw and Mothflight exchanged uncomfortable glances in the awkward silence. Flintfang kept eating his mouse.
"Hey, if she's going to push you away for that freak, let her go! Who needs her if she's going to be such a birdbrain? You're better than them!" Dustclaw growled.
"Do you think I care?" Flintfang exploded, leaping to his paws, hackles raised. "They can go die in a ditch somewhere for all I care!"
The black tom received unfriendly looks from a few of his clanmates. Dustclaw had looked away, hurt, while Mothflight's blue eyes widened to the size of twin moons.
"Y-you don't mean it. You're just upset. It's ok to be upset about it, that's how you know it was real." Mothflight murmured carefully.
"Just leave me alone." Flintfang hissed, storming off out of camp. "I never wanted this. I never wanted any of this."
Mothflight and Dustclaw looked at each other, and after a few moments of silence, Dustclaw went over to his brother's half eaten mouse and began finishing it. Mothflight took the magpie's feathers to the elders and, despite Dustclaw's teasing glare, traipsed over to Owlclaw.
"Would you care to share this magpie with me?" He questioned humbly, eyes glazed over from infatuation.
Dustclaw turned away. Damsels were tearing his brothers away from him, and only offering Flintfang heartbreak and a short temper.
I hope it all comes around again. Dustclaw thought, heart warming as he saw Mothflight and Owlclaw talking shyly in a secluded area of camp. The brown tabby tom closed his eyes, feeling the wind tear at his fur and the setting sun warming his pelt.
The world felt so much more pleasant when he focused on the warmth of the sun rather than the cold of the wind, but it sure was chilly outside.
24 Moons | StoneClan | Warriors
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