-“hey, raventhroat, do you think fireheart’s being a little short with us this morning?” -”that isn’t funny, graystripe.” -”yeah, graystripe. your humor is really… stooping to a new low.” -”guys.” -”you have to admit it’s a LITTLE funny, fireheart!” -”yeah, fireheart, don’t have such a small sense of humor!” -”i hate you both.”
you can pry british shorthair @warriorsredux fireheart from my cold, dead paws hands
legends breath their final breaths; one defined by the ideals of the
old, and the other defined by the ideals of the new. two sides of a
single generation, neither good nor bad, but kings in their own right.
a crown of thorns lay on one’s head, while a crown of stars lay on the other’s.
two souls, one entity. they reunite, and together, they walk.