[wickedvirtues]

Originally Posted by Ryder

“Sometimes, I wish we could all just have at least one moon where there is some peaceful vibes throughout the forest,” Flintheart admitted with a heavy sigh, “I’ll be honest with you when I say that I don’t think my old bones could take another brutal battle like that last one.” Both him and the orange-furred tomcat could remember those times without needing any assistance, tensions had been so high and lives were so close to being lost to the skies that night. He was relieved that both of them were now seeming to get comfortable and involved within their conversation, it made him feel accepted in a sense - which was rare for Flintheart. “I bet you’re quite the amazing hunter,” The tomcat said with a gentle purr rumbling from his throat, “Maybe you could show me some moves sometime.” Of course, with his tone, it seemed like he was only merely teasing about that matter, but in all honestly, it sounded nice to go back to when he could enjoy learning things and not everything was about being the biggest and the strongest out of everyone. Firefall made him feel young again, like he could have a second chance at being alive and enjoying his life for once without his father breathing down his neck about not being good enough to be a warrior or whatever that stubborn tomcat would say when he was still a mere apprentice many moons ago. He chose not to dwell on those times though and focus on this moment that he was sharing with the fellow warrior, smiling as he went to follow the other Thunderclanner through the woodland area, slightly excited to see this favorited spot of the other male. He usually was not shown such places that were dear to others, so this was somewhat special to him. Flintheart chose to keep that to himself though, knowing his mind tended to wander at times.

"Agreed," Firefall mewed, nodding slightly as he walked beside the other tom. He despised the thought of another war, the thought of death surging through the Clans over something that would resolve itself made him saddened. "I don't think I'd be able to go through another pointless fight," he replied, Firefall was 54 moons, somewhat small for his age, he was often mistaken as a young warrior. The tom had battled in wars for his Clan before, and the pacifist tom hated the idea of another. But at least there were peaceful times now, with prey-filled territories and calmness between the felines of each Clan."Better than my fighting for sure," he chuckled, smiling slightly. It was true, Firefall was almost too nervous to be a capable fighter, it was somewhat annoying to him. "I'd be glad," he replied. He added a fake hint of pride to it, obviously somewhat joking around. He glanced ahead of him, making sure they were heading the right way, once he saw he hadn't strayed from the path, he turned back to Flintheart. He continued on, seeing the little clearing in the distance, grinning. "Just over here!" He mewed, quickening his pace quickly. Once he entered, he felt at ease. It was bright and sunny out, there were flowers on the sides and plenty of space in the middle of the little clearing.