- ℍ𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕘𝕒𝕫𝕖 -
𝔻𝕖𝕡𝕦𝕥𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕎𝕚𝕟𝕕ℂ𝕝𝕒𝕟
Green-leaf was in full swing, the heat coming off of the sun seemed to be coming out in blasts today, not that the Tom minded. Right now it was evaporating the morning dew off of his dark grey fur, eyelids lowered slightly in a soft sigh. Bird chirped in the distance, while the constant buzzing of the bees would be enough to put any elder in a light doze, however he wasn’t there just yet. Despite knowing that he was getting older and Desertstar was strong and mighty in her reign, he was proud. That being said, he knew he would never be leader, there was no need to have such an old man for a leader. Lifting his chin to breathe in the soft scents of Heather and hare, this was home. Perhaps he should retire?
Old man his ass. Pushing himself up from the ground, he began to slink down the hill with a grace of a much younger cat. He wouldn’t be tamed even now. Grunting, scorching amber eyes flashed towards Eveningstorm. “I want another patrol around the pier. I scented a badger that’s been lounging about for a few days. Nip it in the tail.” He ordered, his steely facial expression giving the other warrior little room to come up with an argument. “I’ll get a patrol together.” Eveningstorm grunted softly, his softer amber eyes gleaming with respect as he dipped his head and walked towards the warriors den. Grunting, Hailgaze turned his eyes towards the apprentices den to see three young cats hiding in the shadows. One being his own kit.
Arching a brow, large white paws carried the tall and muscular Tom towards the apprentices den, shoving his muzzle in through the entrance and lightly growling to startle the young cats. “You three shouldn’t be hiding in your nests, out.” He ordered, pulling back as he watched Cottonpaw and his trio trudge out of the den with guilty expressions. Good. He smirked to himself and gave a wave of his tail. “I know of a few elders that are in need of fresh nests and a tick check.”
He grunted while Cottonpaw’s green eyes widened, looking up at his father. “But dad-“ He immediately began to whine but a single arch of Hailgaze’s brow silenced him. “They are waiting.” Hailgaze chimed, watching the three apprentices slink off with their tails between their legs as he smirked.
Leader he may never be, but he could keep this clan in top shape for Desertstar.
- ℍ𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕘𝕒𝕫𝕖 -
𝔻𝕖𝕡𝕦𝕥𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕎𝕚𝕟𝕕ℂ𝕝𝕒𝕟
Anytime any of his children or even his mate were getting ready for a birth, it made him incredibly nervous. Tinyflame had never been able to have an easy birth despite having fairly easy pregnancies. Gazing at his daughter currently, he felt his chest prickle with that same anxiety. “When these kits finally arrive, you’ll understand my worries.” Hailgaze grunted softly, eyes narrowing as he looked towards her swollen belly. He knew of the dynamic of his daughter’s love life, Goldensun was the actual sire of his grandkids. Which he approved, Eveningstorm and Startledcrow’s bloodline was strong and healthy. Highly respected within the clan, he was proud to be a grandparent along side Eveningstorm and Desertstorm. Although he wasn’t incredibly fond of Appleblossom, she was a formidable warrior. Passing every test he threw her way.
“I believe I didn’t even let you get away with your little tricks.” Hailgaze reminded his daughter, taking a light swat at her ears before he found himself chuckling with amusement. “Airheart… of course everyone is nervous. Even myself.” He said softly as he leaned down to gently press his nose against her forehead. “But I know that your mother will be there with you to ensure this delivery is blessed.” He promised softly, leaning back to gaze down at his daughter. Every single kit he had was precious and strong in their own way. Hesitating slightly he grunted softly as his long feather tail covered his large paws. “Speaking of kits… Blackfire is expecting another litter.” He purred proudly.