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(I would say Bijou could use some romance or a friend. If your interested in the attempts of romance he is bisexual and kind of a widower)
Bijou stood in front of the stone that had became a representation for all of his fallen family members. It had been a long time since he had visited the place. Most of the time he just wandered silently through camp not speaking to his fellow clanmates. Occasionally he was tasked with training and apprentice or going on patrol, but they had become mundane moments in life. He knew his life was passing before his eyes. At this point several seasons had passed since his father Thrushstar had disappeared and it was thought of that he passed away. He still didn't know what had became of his mother Eternalstar. He still missed his siblings Larkclaw and Brokenfear. He remember the three kittens he had helped raised with the other Mountain Clan Leaders and the only surviving family member he had was his son Batflower in Summerclan. Whom he hasn't spoken to since the tom was a kit.
He let out a sighing and turned to walk away from the stone. He needed to let the pass go and move one with his life. He was sure this is what his family would want from him. His fur brushed against a bush that sat near the entrance. His paws starting to carry him toward the direction of the Firefly Meadow, but he stopped when he came face to face with another one of his Clanmates.
Wolfriddle had been on a walk to clear his mind. He’d gotten into a spatter with Lavenderbreeze again, surprise surprise. His adopted sister was low on herself again, and it hurt him to see her think like that. Instead of causing a full fight, the temperamental tomcat took a step back, a deep breath, and left camp.
He wasn’t looking for anything in particular. He was just going where his paws took him. He heard a rustle and he found himself face to face with one of his clan mates. His cheeks flushed, and he stuttered out a “s-s-sorry. Didn’t s-s-see you there.” He stuttered when he was startled or nervous. He felt like maybe that’s why he didn’t have any friends.
(wolfie is gay bby romance or friends are what he needs too!)