Scorchfrost | @Jayvines
Despite his exclusion from those he had deemed unfit to loiter in his presence, Scorchfrost had been versed in initiating conversation and presenting a front of professionalism and decency. He kept his animosity at bay, restraining the hiss that bubbled in the back of his throat every time he considered the new cats intruding upon his home. He sat back, keeping his fur flat against his pine and claws sheathed. It was beyond the tomcat's control to who and what was invited into the Clan, and although he felt strongly against the involvement of outsiders, he was not in a position to debate. Not that he suspected Aspenstar to entertain his thoughts either. She was soft, at least, to him she was. Her willingness to bend to the suggestions of others made him wary, unsure if she would be fully certain in her ideals. But alas, he remained silent, not speaking yet against her word of authority. Though, if time called for it, Scorchfrost ensured he would.
"My family?" The chocolate tabby echoed the words aloud, a fissure of amusement caressing his eye as he met the ones of Sparrowflight. Oh, what to say in regards to his many relatives... There was certainly a lot, and his father had taken pride in the offspring he conceived up until his later moons. Eveningnight - the sire to Scorchfrost and his many kin - was a respectable and noble warrior who walked the grounds of ThunderClan for many moons, he fought courageously and was an efficient strategist when it came to the battlefield. Scorchfrost had desired to achieve the same recognition his father possessed since he was still in the Nursery, and perhaps it had been his continuous awe of Eveningnight that led to him being hand-chosen as the future successor of his family name.
Scorchfrost grinned.
Sweeping his tail along the red and orange hues of the autumn floor, the tomcat raised his head to view the clouds passing by. He looked reminiscent, clicking his velvet tongue with the roof of his mouth before issuing a response.
"I have much kin," He admitted.
"And we are all quite close. Our father was... more or less a proud warrior, he had many children in hopes of continuing his legacy for moons to come. Unfortunately, he had passed before he could see any grandchildren, though his spirit looks down on us from the Stars, and I plan to make it proud." His words were honest, noble even. There was a specific pride that was shown in the sapphire gems of the ThunderClan warrior when he spoke of his relatives. And, of course, the yearn of continuing the line of his father hadn't ended with him - Scorchfrost, too, awaited eagerly the day until he could possess a mate and kits of his own. Though, that, he had kept to himself.
"And what of your father?" Scorchfrost asked, an attempt to be polite to the other feline.
"Has he passed too? Surely, he must have been an equally proud tom to have sired a cat as tactful as yourself."