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Bijou had gone though many changes in the several moons he had been alive. Born to Eternalstar the leader of Springclan his kit-hood was filled with nightmares. To the point he became unaffected and unfazed about what happened around him. He became one of the favored in his grandfather Cicero's reign. Trained to be one of the hounds underneath general Dante's rule. It was when Bijou attempted to rebel against his grandfather and attempting to steal his rouges, that he gained the ugly scars that twisted across his face. It was the fated meeting on the border that Bijou decided to join his father's clan with his brother Larkclaw formerly known as Fayette. A clan neither had no familiarity ties with.
A chose that he now wondered if he had made the right decision. The white tom's race thoughts kept him wide awake that night. The memories of the things he had seen and the things he had done while living in Springclan kept him awake a night. They allowed the tom very few hours to sleep. His blue eyes scanned the empty clearing. His white fur against the darkness of the one of the stones that made up the camp entrance. He peered down the old twoleg path as it disappeared.
When Thrushstar had found out that he had had kits within the territories, he was shocked; afraid. He had never had kits before, he didn't want kits. He had loved Eternalstar for a short time, but their own alliances had split them apart. He didn't even know that she was pregnant. It wasn't until one night after a Gathering that she had told him. Cicero had already crushed his claws on top of her and his kits before he had the strength to do anything about it. After Cicero's reign had finally ended, they were all scattered. He didn't know where to search.
One of his kits already reside in his clan, Larkclaw. Comfort had been somewhat brought back to him. Although he still wondered if Eternalstar was out there, he knew now what she would have wanted him to do: gather them all. Keep them safe. Many of these thoughts are what haunted him at night, dragging him out of his den and into the cool forest air. His cream and orange fur brushed silently against the green undergrowth. His pads sunk deep in well-worn paths many other cats had taken before. FallClan's scent had been traversing this area for so long, he wondered if it would ever go away. He kept his ears pricked for other sounds, as with all the tensions between clans these moons, he wouldn't be surprised to find another cat on his territory.
Suddenly an unfamiliar scent washed over his nostrils. It wasn't FallClan, but it was not another clan at all. It itched the back of his mind like a small thorn; somehow, he could tell this cat was not hostile. When he reached the clearing, he saw shining eyes in the shadows. His fur bristled along his spine, but he tried to calm himself and remind him that they did not mean any harm -- at least from what he could sense. "Hello," he said just loudly enough to where the cat could hear him. "What are you doing here?" he asked.
Bijou had searched day and night looking for his littermate. He had followed the scent of his brother throughout the day. Hiding from Fallclan patrols and various Fallclan hunters. He knew how gutsy it was to attempt an approach on the camp. Especially at night and he had heard the stories about how Fallclan warriors specialized in defense, fighting, and hunting. His bright white fur also didn't help hide him very well. The voice behind him made the fur stand up along his shoulders. He had been caught snooping and was prepared for a fight if he had to. He turned his head and came faced to faced with the cream and orange tom. "Looking for my brother." He responded.
Lafayette and Bijou had been attached to the hip when they were young. The brown mottled tom was never one to care for family, really, as their own mother had abandoned them and grandfather had beaten and used them. He didn’t know what a parents love and affection was supposed to be until he came to FallClan and met Thrushstar. Then he knew where he was meant to be all along.
And then he smelled him while on patrol with his father. The familiar scent of his brother Bijou. Lafayette, now known as Larkclaw, pushed himself through the brush beside Thrushstar. Golden eyes locked onto his brothers figure, widening as his mouth lay agape.
Thrushstar turned his wide eyes towards Larkclaw. Could it really be one of his sons? He had never seen him with his own eyes before. Suddenly his legs felt woozy. He couldn't believe his own kin stood in front of him.
"Lafayette!" Bijou exclaimed his blue eyes widened. He couldn't believe he had finally found his brother. He had searched and searched for Lafayette ever since he decided to leave the rogue. His desperate search to find his brother the only family member he was close.
“BIJOU! IT IS YOU!” The tom ran to his brother and nuzzled him hard, wrapping a long brown tail around his brothers own. “I’ve been so worried sick about you, Bijou! Why didn’t you come sooner? I wouldn’t have left if I didn’t think you’d follow. I always thought we would leave together.” Golden eyes slumped as he looked his brother up and down. He was thinner than usual, he looked a bit frail and weaker than when they had last seen each other. “Come back with us, brother. You’ll be well fed and well taken care of.” He turned his head to Thrushstar for a moment, flashing his father a light smile. “.....and it’s our home. Our family is here- where we were always meant to be.”
Thrushstar continued to stay silent as he stepped forward. By Larkclaw's word, it confirmed it really was one of his remaining kits. "We would absolutely love to have you. I would love to have you." he said quietly. He wasn't even sure if Bijou knew Thrushstar was his father.
I've added Seychelle to FallClan as well under the new name Brokenfear. We can make a thread later for her! )
Bijou nuzzled his brother back a purr rumbling in his chest. A strong wave of emotions hit Bijou like a Badger running at him at full speed. Bijou's stomach rumbled stopping his purr in his tracks. The thought of a meal made his mouth water. He couldn't remember when it was the last time he had a full meal. "I'm sorry I didn't follow you when you left. I thought I was always meant to be a hound, but the rogues turned chaotic when we left the mountains. There was fighting and not enough food to go around." He admitted.
