Thistles and Thorns: A Fight and a Romance [Closed]

The conversation with Lionpaw had been the only thing he managed to get away with before her patrol returned. As much as his heart ached to lay next to Goldeneye again, to see her kits, his kits, the loner knew it was time to move on for now. After a few more days he could dare to return and if Jaystar even attempted to turn him away from his family, Starlord would show him the many skills he had sharpened on the cats who'd driven him out of their territories in days long before he laid paw in the forest. As appealing as the thought was, for now, he simply tried to stave off the feeling that he was merely a pathetic loner running away from his kin that was guarded by the Riverclan brute. It was this time that his paws lead him to another part of the territory, one that was separated from Riverclan by the great clearing and the black path. Not too far, he could never go too far.

Starlord cursed himself for being unable to leave the forest. But there was nothing else out there for him. Numbed paws raced across the black path as he just barely entered Shadowclan territory. He was pleased to find that despite the plentiful snow and the frost that blanketed everything, those trees still clung firmly to their sharp leaves. Longing for a rest, he hauled himself up the bark of once. It seemed to further freeze his pads, undoubtedly setting them up to crack further and aggravating the pain but he pushed it away. The view of the frozen marsh was wonderful. Like a king over his temporary lands, Starlord surveyed the scene through half-opened eyes. After some time, something disturbed the edge of his vision. A cat. And after some further examination, it appeared to be a she-cat. Her rugged appearance was akin to Gold's strong beauty. And he was captivated, even if their coats were a direct contrast. Longing for companionship was what drove him to leap down in front of her. As he landed, the loner's head swam slightly, still reeling where the badger's claws had struck his skull.

Even so, the ginger and white tom caught himself and balanced easily in front of Thornbriar. Too forward, as was his usual swagger, Starlord's tail flickered the length of her jaw, "Well, hello there, beautiful. The name is Starlord. And who do I have the pleasure of addressing?"

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⌘ Auburnflare // Tier 2 Warrior // Thunderclan // SteelBlue ⌘
✿ Littlesplash // Tier 2 Medicine Cat // Riverclan // MediumAquamarine ✿
⁂ Heatherfrost // Tier 2 Warrior // Windclan // MediumOrchid ⁂
✲ Crabpaw // Apprentice // Shadowclan // FireBrick ✲

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The sharp chill of leafbare was not something Thornbriar typically enjoyed... in fact, quite the opposite, but it seemed like as of late she'd caught a serious case of wanderlust. Her naming ceremony - and Sootstrike's as well - had brought her a certain kind of peace, but it didn't completely quiet her mind. She sighed, letting her paws sink deep into the freshly fallen snow with each step. The stuff had all but frozen her paws numb at this point, a strangely welcome feeling at the moment... even though the cold made all her old wounds ache anew.

She wasn't entirely sure what exactly it was that was disquieting her mind at this point, but she knew sitting still certainly wasn't helping it pass, so she'd decided to take a walk. Walking seemed to have developed into her new favorite past time since she'd returned to the clans. It was satisfying, and it was something she learned to enjoy after the long trek home. That being said, she still missed the days where she and Wildstrike would fight to relieve stress or ease the tension that clan monotony brewed. She longed to sharpen her claws on some poor unsuspecting trespasser, or experience a good old fashioned sparring session with one of the more spirited apprentices... then again, brawling with one of the apprentices might be a bad idea. They might not be able to withstand it. She shook her head silently, remembering her days as an apprentice. The days long before Sootstrike was taken from her, when they and Wildstrike would go out adventuring. At that time, apprentices had been forbidden to leave the camp without the presence of a warrior, and they broke that rule almost on the daily. The large she-cat smiled slightly at that.

Those were the days.

Not that she would have admitted that to either of them. She was much too proud then... and the ancestors knew she still was. In some ways, nothing had really changed, but coming from a different perspective, nothing was, or would ever be the same. Her world had shifted so many times she was still reeling from it, trying to work through things alone was something she still hadn't gotten used to. A dull pang struck her heart as she remembered the days when her sole confidant still walked with her. Once again, the raw, heavy weight of loneliness pressed down upon her shoulders. To say she missed him... well, that would be far more than just an understatement.

At this point, she hadn't realized how far she'd actually walked. That is... until a rather brightly colored tom dropped down right in front of her face. A startled hiss tore from her jaws as she jerked back, claws at the ready to shred the stranger to ribbons. That is, until he...

flirted with her?

She blinked once.

Twice.

.

.

.

Then decked him full force across the face.

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He should have expected the claws that flashed across his face in a mere breath. The wind was knocked from his maw instantaneously as his head was snapped to the side. This she-cat, her fiery-strong spirit, the loner should have known. Although his conscious reeled for a moment, when the loner finally straightened up there was a grin plastered over his stupid expression. There was a split second where he thought of Pelly. The molly had been so reserved and sweet, with a quiet fire raging behind her soft exterior. Perhaps that was what he had grown to love about her so fiercely. Perhaps that was the same thing that had drawn him to Gold. Even in her weakened state, the unadulterated beauty of a passion-stricken soul had shown through. And that was likely the same reason he found himself grinning like an idiot only moments after almost being taken down by such a strong blow.

Starlord missed the part where he ended up falling off his paws and stumbling to the ground. So, really, his blue eyes looked up to her mismatched stare. Regardless of the specific circumstance, and his inability to think clearly at the moment, the tom was certain that this particular she-cat was one he wanted to get to know better. It took a passing moment or two for him to actually conjure up the idea of saying anything instead of just staring on. He wasn't bothered in the slighted by the lack of her eye, nor the many other scars that marred her obviously experienced pelt. Instead, he looked up into her one green eye and studied the emotion there. Beautiful. It was similar to the spark of feelings he had felt for Littlestream, the mother of his kits but different in a way. Littlestream had been subdued and soft, vastly different from the creature who stood before him now.

"That's one way of saying hello, I suppose. But it really doesn't give me a name to call you by." Starlord's cheeky response was a mere muttering of words, likely betraying his weakened state that hid behind the ever jovial spirit. His blue gaze darted down her pelt once more as he drank it all in and continued to speak, "Normally I'm a little more steady on my feet, but some badger decided I was worth fighting. I might not be a warrior but I am a fighter." He flashed his teeth in a half-smile, hoping that some level of charm would prevent another thrashing. Starlord wasn't quite sure how much more he could take but he knew that if it meant a chance with this cat, he would certainly deal with another blow or two of her paw.

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⌘ Auburnflare // Tier 2 Warrior // Thunderclan // SteelBlue ⌘
✿ Littlesplash // Tier 2 Medicine Cat // Riverclan // MediumAquamarine ✿
⁂ Heatherfrost // Tier 2 Warrior // Windclan // MediumOrchid ⁂
✲ Crabpaw // Apprentice // Shadowclan // FireBrick ✲

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