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Originally Posted by pomegranate
The crunch of paws on hard dirt drew Dogsnout’s eyes away from his pelt. Looking up, the brown and black feline saw another tom, one that was familiar, but wasn’t able to be placed in Dogsnout’s mind yet. The pelt was the same, body the same, and it echoed from somewhere deep in his past, when he was still Brindlebark; struggling with identity and worth. Slim but roundish face, almost boyish, but marred by sadness. Long body and legs, all the same ginger and tan coat color, and Dogsnout grew frustrated with his inability to draw back the cat’s name from ages ago. Squinting, Dogsnout replaced the angry and depressed expression on the tom’s face with a much more recognizable one, and the blackish cat began to smile.
“Fireflare!” He greeted warmly. The second the name passed from his mouth he remembered the last ceremony, where his brother had been exiled. Spireflare and Fireflare, dynamic duo. In their apprenticeship, even Dogsnout. then Brindlepaw, found it hard to ever talk to one of them alone, as the other was close behind or maybe even tied at the hip. It had been fun chatting with them, as sometimes they could be so in sync with each other, or an argument sprouted and he could watch as the two, so close to each other, tried to find a middle ground. “I... you haven’t been around much.” Dogsnout noted simply, nodding to the ground next to him, wanting Fireflare to sit down. It had been much too long since the two had talked, and it was almost strange to see him so down and lacking spirit. Well, his brother had just been exiled- maybe it wasn’t a good time to talk about that. Dogsnout opened his mouth once more, but nothing coming up he looked forward blankly, cold personality arising once more. If he couldn’t talk to Fireflare, Fireflare would have to talk to him. Perhaps I’ll let Fireflare run the conversation. I don’t know a thing about what’s been going on, I can’t expect him to open up if I push him. |
hearing dogsnouts voice brought back alot of memories alone. he could remember their time and memories with..his brother alongside him, they had been such a trio. then, he had gone by brindlepaw, but fireflare could remember dogsnouts ceremony for his name to be changed - for his identity,right? he honestly didnt know that was a thing, that you could change your gender, but to each their own. in the end he was happy for him. he dipped his head in a greeting, taking a seat next to the tom when offered. how long had it been since they had spoken, apprenticed? they had been so young and so long ago yet fireflare could remember all of it clearly. he had the same smell, the same greyish black pelt, the same pretty eyes. how could he not remember? he had been so brainwashed by his brother once they became warriors he was the only cat fireflare spent his time with, and not even for good. for how many cats blood he had on both his and his brothers paws it was shameful, really, and to this day he felt sorry for all the lives they had taken. but spireflare was gone now, and couldnt make him kill without reason anymore. he knew he wasnt safe, far from it, his brother was one to get the last laugh, the final say, to end anything that has wronged him, and fireflare wasnt an exception. spireflare was plotting, he knew that, and accepted already that at any moment he could die. maybe thats why he had approached dogsnout so quickly, he wanted to talk to somebody, to say he had lived before he died, and dogsnout had been such a key point in his life. "ive been..dealing with things," he answered calmly. spireflares exile was something that wasnt a secret, or the fact he had attacked fireflare before being driven out. even if the scratches and marks were gone, there were still scars under his skin that still burned. he wouldnt forget the look of betrayal on spireflares face when blazingstar announced his exile. "but i cant stay in the warriors den forever," he couldnt let spireflare control his life when he wasnt even here, he couldnt just hide from his problems. he needed to face them.