RP with WITHEREDSTAR and FLAMEBREEZE

I apologize I've been pretty busy lately XP

Witheredstar finished addressing his warriors, and padded toward the nursery, frowning slightly as he thought about his clan and their need of deputies, but brightening up as he climbed the stairs pushed his large frame through the open twoleg door to the nursery in the abandoned city they had made their home in. The large tom chuckled to himself, noting to himself how much time he had been spending in the nursery since he had met Flamebreeze and settled down with her, having Skykit. He loved both dearly, and couldn't imagine any other cats in his life and family, but they were admittedly softening the rough edges of the usually ruthless leader. For better or for worse, however, he could not tell. The only thing he knew, was that either way, he would take the changes and roll with them, making them his own.

He slipped, with some difficulty, into the sheltered building, and looked around, smiling again when he spotted his tiny family. He picked his way over to them, before settling down into a sitting position that let him loom over and see both of them.

"Hello Flamebreeze, Shykit, what's been going on while I was dealing with buisness?" he purred pleasantly, pricking his ears to catch even the faintest trace of either his mate or daughter's voice.

His chuckle rumbled through his chest, and he licked Flamenreeze's forehead gently, before cuffing Shylit gently and playfully at her antics.

"How could I forget the Shecat who stumbled into my clan and life, and how I had to explain the clans to?" He said with a purr, the patches on his fur shifting with his movements as he kept conversation with his mate and watched his kit play. He looked at Flamebreeze, his eyes glowing with pride, and leaned closer.
"She'll be a fine warrior. And just as gorgeous as her mother too." He purred, brushing her side with his own and laughing a little as Shykit escaped their combined fur with a squeak.

It's fine ^.^ Don't worry about it.)

IC:
Witheredstar chuckled again, not denying the claim set against him by his mate. "Only to you, love." He purred at her, watching with glowing eyes as their daughter played around his paws.

He had never expected to fall in love with anycat,let alone settle down and have kits. So this was all new to him, but he felt he made a decent father, he would feel very bad if he wasn't at least that to tiny Shykit.

Witheredstar purred softly and thought for a second, settling further into his haunches and getting comfortable. "Then I shall tell my girls the story of how my name changed from the old version to my current name." He said gently, smiling at the both of them.

"Once, when I was just a young warrior, even before I had found your mother, Shykit, I was named Russetfang."

He looked up for a moment, collecting the distant memories the story required, before returning his gaze to the eager shecat's in front of him.

"My old leader, Ganderstar, had just made me a warrior, and I was extremely excited. Back then, my pelt was a lot darker and more vibrant with colors, and hadn't gone through the many battles I endured to gain my leadership. However, after a moon or so of being a warrior, the younger me, only being about 18 moons or so, was thrown into the war that would ultimately cost Ganderstar four lives, and almost make me lose my own."

He sighed softly, breathing deeply before continuing the tale.

"The part of the city we were fighting in was the most dangerous part, with the radioactive power plant we stay away from today, but since the humans had just recently left not 40 moons ago, the plant still wasn't that hazardes yet. The rogue group, or Gang as they called it. I think it was a branch of the Emerald City Gang, under the control of Reaper's father at the time, were lurking around the plant, plotting to steal territory from the clan to add to their already expansive territory in Emerald City. With this knowledge, I, with Ganderstar, the deputies Redfoot and Larkwhistle, and a few other warriors, left camp one night to stop the Gang from taking the part of the city for themselves and reclaim it for Riftclan again."

"It was a long, horrible game of cat and mouse. We would prey on them, only to be preyed on by them, each side hunting individuals down to pick off numbers. We lost both Larkwhistle and Redfoot within a week, and a few more warriors in the weeks after that. It was a major loss for the clan, and soon, Ganderstar had announced that every warrior should return to camp without him, that he would figure something out."

He shook his head slightly, pausing as his speech hitched, possibly with the memories he was conjuring up, but possibly of the singular memory of his brave predecessor. Soon, though, after only a second of pause, he started once more with his tale.

"I, though, being the ignorant young warrior I was, pretended to leave only to circle back and secretly follow Ganderstar, and when he was ambushed next to radioactive waste, I jumped in to help him. We fought bravely against four other cats, but Ganderstar had lost four lives, and I could no longer see straight from the blood pooling in my eyes."

"When we had whittled their numbers to one, singular cat, each of us were wore to the bone with fatigue and could barely move. Ganderstar was in the middle of losing the forth life, and I was barely able to stand and support myself, let alone fight. The tom tried to cut down Ganderstar for good while he visited Soulclan, so I did the only thing I could think of, ran at him and threw us both into a harmful radioactive substance. I landed on top of the cat, which is why I only got a few effects, such as my fur greying out quickly and my breathing issues, but the cat I landed on died nearly instantaneously."

"When we had layed there for a while, and we're finally able to move again, Ganderstar and I returned to camp, battered and broken—but alive. We stumbled in, and after weeks of treatment, he was able to move about again, while my newfound issues kept me nest-ridden. Ganderstar, however, came to me in the medicine den, and with some difficulty and help from a few cats, got me to the clearing for a meeting."

"I recieved my new name there, Witheredsoul, for the injuries I had sustained, and was named deputy that day, before I could even lift my head up by myself."

"The rest is history. I took over once Ganderstar lost his ninth life, and led the clan up to today, where I continue to lead in peace. Thankfully the other clans and the Emerald City Gang have become peaceful once recieving new leaders, and I hope it stays that way."

He took a deep breath and let it out quickly, the gust of air leaving his now-tired limbs as he shifted to lay down so that he wouldn't hurt either shecat. He then searched their faces, wondering if his story had been decent or not, and wishing it had lived up to their standards.

He sighed softly before letting out a low chuckle. "Brave qualities can make deadly enemies on one hand, and valuable allies on the other." He murmured back to Flamebreeze, before looking down at the tiny Shykit with a purr, licking her head gently and smiling softly. "No I wouldn't have, but we can't change the past, little one, and the past didn't keep me from your mother. For that, I thank Soulclan each and every day." He said gently, maintaining his level expression as he watched his tiny daughter.

He smiled and nuzzled her back, sighing softly. "In her sense, ignorance is truly bliss. I'm just happy she has a warm,safe clan to grow up in, and I truly hope Featherstar, Duskstar, and Dawnstar keep the peace for a long time to come. Them and Reaper... Then, maybe we can continue to raise Shykit in this peaceful, loving environment." He said softly, looking outside at the small kit who was dashing down one of the many wide metal sheets that connected the higher levels of the buildings to get to the elders den.

He growled playfully at her, his smile faltering slightly at her dark comment, before he chuckled, and butted his head against her side slightly, wiggling his eyebrows at her and laughing. "Well... if Shykit wants siblings..." he replied back, equally as playful,but with a hint of seriousness in his voice. He would lay down his life for these shecats, and go to the moon and back to give them what they wanted.