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Flintfang

24 Moons || StoneClan || Tom

Flintfang had risen early, before the dawn patrol had a chance to depart. He wanted to get a head start on the day, to contribute as much as he could before he left for the mountains. StoneClan never felt like home, and the death of his brother incited his departure from the valley. I never wanted to leave at so great a cost. Flintfang thought sadly. It had been five days since Mothflight's death, and he couldn't take one more day in the valley with the presence of Dustclaw.

The camp was quiet, and the black tom felt his heart stutter as he neared the leader's den. It was time for him to leave. He had stayed long enough, and seeing Dustclaw's face made him glower in frustration. His brother had left Mothflight to fend for himself against two LightningClanners as he fled for help. I don't recognize him as kin. Not that coward. Flintfang thought icily, giving the warrior's den a frozen stare. The tom yanked his eyes away, steering them towards the depth's of Hawkstar's den.

"Hawkstar?" He meowed, hoping he wasn't waking StoneClan's leader from slumber. "May I speak with you?"

No amount of planning could better prepare him or Hawkstar for the truth he was about to share with his leader. There was no easy way to say it, though he was leaving StoneClan by the end of the day, and he didn't want to depart without the blessings of the cat who offered him refuge since kithood.

Do not dwell in the past.
Do not dream of the future.

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Hawkstar

may your dreams be larger than mountains

A voice near the den entrance stirred him from a light slumber. He had had every intention of rising when Frozenrain had, pulled from their nest by promises of training, but... He had admittedly stolen a few moments more of sleep. Age is no longer creeping up on you. He mused to himself. Shifting so he could rise properly from his nest, the broad-shouldered StoneClan figurehead maneuvered his sleep-stiff frame into a sit. After a quick shake of his pelt to dislodge any nest debris still clinging to his coat, the big tom dipped his head to flatten his chest fur with a swipe of his tongue.

Stepping just clear of the nest and curling his tail over his paws as he resettled himself, Hawkstar found his voice and called to the entrance. "Come in." He offered, waiting for the figure behind the voice to make himself clear. With a pensive blink of pale amber eyes, the leader silently observed Flintfang as the young tom stepped inside and adjusted to the change in lighting surrounding them. Hawkstar's tail tip curled up briefly, a frown pulling the corners of his maw though he said not a word just yet.

It had not yet been a week since Flintfang had lost a brother. Mothflight's life had been taken from them, and the circumstances surrounding his death near impossible to discern and punish. Hawkstar held no doubt, however, that LightningClan was not as innocent as it maintained. But with no StoneClan witnesses, what was Hawkstar to do? Accusations would only serve to rekindle a war neither side could afford to wage just now. And yet, Hawkstar doubted that doing nothing was a solution that would maintain peace for very long. With a nod of his muzzle, Hawkstar greeted the young warrior, masking any sympathy that might exist in the depths of his gaze.

Young toms were rarely receptive to sympathies, often viewing them as pity or an indication of their weakness. Instead, he kept his gaze even, but inviting, ever patient as he was. "Greetings, Flintfang. How may I help you today?" He opened, leaving the metaphorical mossball in Flintfang's paws. He wasn't entirely certain what the tom wanted, but for now, he expected it to revolve somewhere around getting revenge. Not wanting to jump any canyons prematurely, the StoneClan figurehead remained silent, choosing to let Flintfang shed light on what was clouding the warrior's mind.

leader of stoneclan

and may you have the courage
to scale their summits

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Note: 106 moons