⤂ ℂ𝕖𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕞 ⤃
𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕎𝕚𝕟𝕕ℂ𝕝𝕒𝕟
For the past few weeks the tom had been watching the dynamics of one of the most prestigious families within WindClan. Willowfur had recently returned to the Clan after nearly two years of being vacant. Needless to say it was a shock for both parties, Startledcrow had moved on and even had a new mate with two litters. Creating a new legacy. Stormyraven probably had been the more welcoming of the litter between Startledcrow and Willowfur. Sandysnake had pretty much ignored his mother, not that he had a great relationship with his father anyways. But what intrigued this bystander was Willowfur, she had changed the most. Green eyes that had once been bright and youthful were now narrowed and filled with insecure aggression. New scars marked her pelt that he knew hadn’t been there before. Skinny and her fur dull, it was obvious that her life in the wilderness had not been kind to her and neither had her family been really accepting of her return. Sparkling amber eyes roamed towards the patrol that was currently returning from an evening hunt, making a trilling sound as he quickened his step towards a young Rockymountain. “Mind if I take that dove off your jaws?” He questioned, tail tip twitching with appreciation as the tomcat handed him the dove.
What could possibly lighten her mood for the evening? Fresh food in her belly.
Cream colored paws carried the tall and muscular tomcat towards Willowfur, his eyes kind when he lowered his neck to place the Dove on the ground. Licking his jaws, Cedarstorm purred softly. “Evening, Willowfur. I don’t know if you remember me, but I am Cedarstorm. I am Toxicshard’s youngest son.” He smiled warmly, their parents had been very close when alive. “I know it might not be much but I wanted to welcome you back to WindClan.” He smiled handsomely.
Text color: #cc7a08
⤂ ℂ𝕖𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕞 ⤃
𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕎𝕚𝕟𝕕ℂ𝕝𝕒𝕟
Plucking the feathers off of the pigeon gave him amusement, feeling the soft downy feathers sticking to his chin but he ignored the sensation before he looked towards Willowfur as she lifted a paw in order to swat at the feathers sticking him. “Don’t let them fly off too far, you are gonna need them.” He chuckled with amusement, moving a large paw to lay them over the light feathers so that the breeze wouldn’t blow all of the away. Humming slightly, the male looked towards Willowfur, nose twitching from plucking the dove, keeping his chin up as she also leaned in to grab a mouthful of feathers and spit the feathers out. Ears twitching before he chuckled. “Leaf-bare had ruined our usual supply of moss, everyone is suffering with the hard nests.” He reassured her that she wasn’t being singled out.
Although he paused as Willowfur questioned him, breathing in slowly and sighing. “Startledcrow is a well respected tom here. Although.. he went through all the judging and alienation that you are going through right now.” He said softly, amber eyes watching her. “The clan did not take well to finding out about the kits he had with you under false pretenses. I personally believe its what led him to stepping down, but he would tell you its the blindness.” Cedarstorm shrugged as he pushed the dove closer to the female so she could have the first bite. “It’s going to be tough at first, but don’t let them beat you down. You are a daughter of Wolfstar and Creméfur. Prove it.” He meowed.