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Post by Thunderstruck on Oct 3, 2015 17:05:16 GMT
Boltfang had spent the better part of his early night. around camp, not talking to anyone, but at least trying to take a more visible role in the clan. His kits and mate were settled into the new clan, he was feeling happy, Things were going great. Well.. except for Patchpaw. Boltfang's eyes softened slightly at the thought of the passed apprentice, and Rookshadow. Boltfang didn't remember much of his past with her, but from what he had heard from Fernheart, they were close friends since she could remember. Boltfang didn't know how he could approach that situation, but he should make it a point to talk to Rookshadow sooner or later. She lost someone, he should at least be willing to offer a shoulder to lean on.
Boltfang stretched and stood up, taking another short walk around the camp. His joints cracked as he stood up, and stiffened for a moment as he moved. His eyes wandered around the camp and fell on the nursery, deciding make his way over and poke his head in to see his kits. He stopped just short of the nursery because he thought he heard a cat approaching him.
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Post by Shad on Oct 16, 2015 4:52:12 GMT
"Hey Boltfang!"Two brown kits scrambled up to inspect the Warrior. "Are you going to see Fernheart?" one asked. "Or Frostkit?" the other inquired. The two toms looked up excitedly to the tom. Almost with... admiration? Come to think of it... how much time had these two spent around a tom? A grown tom? Birchtail came to visit, true, but he was mostly excited by his own kits. The two had no father, and hardly a mother to themselves. Featherpaw meant well but she was still young enough to be a child herself. The closest thing they had to a real parent was Swanstrike and her attention was divided between several kits all at once all the time. The twins never expressed a need for more. They never expressed a need for anything. But a lack of attention would certainly explain why they were always getting into trouble. It was the only time adults really paid attention to them. Otherwise the only thing they had was each other. How lonely.
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Post by Thunderstruck on Oct 16, 2015 5:02:10 GMT
Boltfang paused and looked down at the two brown kits racing towards him. Oh boy... This was going to be interesting, Quailkit and Quiverkit. Boltfang didn't spend much time in the nursery, no lately he had been more dedicated to his clan duties than to his family, but the rare occasions he did visit, Fernheart told him stories of the twins. Apparently, they were a couple of trouble makers. When Fernheart said that however, Boltfang could distinctly recall a small twinkle in her eye as she was looking at him. Then she laughed and mumbled something about the old days. Boltfang didn't remember his past, Boltfang didn't want too. But that, that made his spine shiver.
"Hey Boltfang!"
Boltfang put on a smile and looked down at the two cats as they came to a halt in front of him, staring up at him with some type of excitement buzzing about their little minds. He'd be a big liar if he didn't say it amused him in the slightest. He figured he could spend a few minutes talking to them, after all, he was on his way to see his own.
"Actually, i'm on my way to see both my kits, Dawnkit and Frostkit."
Boltfang twitched his whiskers as he chuckled and added.
"Maybe Fernheart if she's in a good mood, What are you two boys up too tonight?"
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Post by Shad on Oct 16, 2015 14:14:35 GMT
"Oh yeah." / "Dawnkit." / "Right." There was a stunning lack of interest in that statement. Not cruel or malicious, just empty, as if both toms had completely forgotten about the shekit. That was not a difficult venture, Dawnkit was nice, pleasant even, but was so bashful and shy it was impossible to say much more about her. Most of the kits forgot she existed entirely, not just the twins, which, in a way, was good for the frail shekit because it kept said twins from harassing or pranking her, something most other kits in the Nursery could not claim. "So what's it like out in the forest?" one kit burst out finally. The other was quick to chime in, "Did you find any March Clan cats lately?" And then they both were off. "And did you beat them?" / "Were you here for the War?" / "What was it like?" / "What clan were you in?" / "Was it a good clan?" / "Or a bad one?" / "When there were so many, how did you tell the difference?"
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Post by Thunderstruck on Oct 16, 2015 23:23:53 GMT
Boltfang frowned slightly at the disinterested response to his daughter's name. Though he couldn't exactly hold it against the, cats liked and didn't like whoever they felt like, But that didn't make it any less saddening that someone didn't really find his daughter worth mentioning. Was that pride? Boltfang had never felt that before, it was odd. (He had, in fact his life was based around his pride at one point, but being a broken cat with no memory changes you, go figure.) But then came the questions, oh so many questions. The war, what war? That dark forest war that everyone mentioned? Was Bolt part of that? Fernheart said he was, he probably was, but had no recollection of what it was, or his involvement. Boltfang shook his head slightly to clear it before returning his attention to the kits.
"The forest is ok, though i don't remember much about the old forest. Don't go around telling anyone, but I died. and then I lost my memory, so i couldn't tell ya much kits, I'm just a boring old warrior, like everyone else."
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Post by Shad on Oct 19, 2015 4:06:00 GMT
The two tom's fours eyes went wide as saucers at this latest statement. "You died?" the both gasped. Both the tom's scrambled to be even closer to the white patched Warrior. One pawed hopefully at his chest, trying to coax him into telling the story while the other took up a strategic position, clutching into his front right paw to prevent escape until the telling of said story.
"What happened? / Did you see Star Clan? / Was it really full of cats? / Did you die in a big battle? / What is the first thing you remember? / How-"The twin on the side, currently trapping the Warrior's limb, paused half-way into his question to frown up at Boltfang in confusion as another thought struck him. "If you don't remember anything, how are you mates with Fernheart?"Now both of them looked confused and curious as they took up this new thread of the conversation. "Are her kits really yours then? / How can they be if you died and forgot? / Does that mean Frostkit and Dawnkit aren't yours? / Do they secretly have another dad but he just left, like Featherpaw? / Is it okay that they still call you 'Dad' then?" |
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Post by Thunderstruck on Oct 19, 2015 12:04:50 GMT
Boltfang eyed down at the kit clamped firmly on his leg while the other was clawing at his chest. Both of them clearly wanted to hear his story, only one problem."I don't remember much but, I'll tell you what I do. So, the way I've heard my life played out goes something like this." Boltfang paused and leaned back, thinking back as far as he could remember. "A long time ago I joined a clan in an old forest, but I never fit in very well so I didn't get along with others very much, I had a few friends but eventually everything changed, why? I don't know, but I was killed in a fight, and then... well I just remembered waking up on a beach and finding a group of cats. and Fernheart filled me in from there."
Boltfang sighed and looked up at the stars in the sky. Starclan, heh He didn't know how to answer that one. Sure Boltfang had his experiences like everyone else, but this was a question he wasn't even sure had a right answer.
"I uh... I don't know about Starclan, but I do know Frostkit and Dawnkit are my kits." Boltfang's eyes drifted towards the nursery as he spoke. "That I'm sure of."
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