✧₊⁺ ️️️ ️️╱ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ He sits with a finality that betrays the slipping mask. The longer they have thought of leaving, the more certain this path seemed. "I am not the cat that came to this clan. Nor am I the warrior that helped to shape it. Fate is not something to be denied, and. . . while I...
✧₊⁺ ️️️ ️️╱ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ The code — is this all that he cares for? The extent of his dismay? So many of his warriors have betrayed it now. WindClan may as well still stand beneath Sootstar's paws. They follow a leader who is not made of the stars and cannot offer even the faintest semblance of...
✧₊⁺ ️️️ ️️╱ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ His mind is not yet made up by the point that he approaches them. His voice a gentle command spoken many times over: "Walk with me." Wolfsong flanks him– they know that this is serious. That the serene ease of his expression is not one to be trusted. It has become a rare...
✧₊⁺ ️️️ ️️╱ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ It is the first that Sunstar has left Wolfsong's side for what seems a lifetime; each step is heavy with defiance and reluctance both. He cards through the moorland like a ghost. His clanmates stare in passing. As if they too see a dead thing lingering past where eh...
✧₊⁺ ️️️ ️️╱ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ Perhaps it was his duty as leader that led him to the graves many more nights than most. He memorized their names, their stories. Even the ones that came before his time did not deserve to be forgotten. But. . . he cannot be wrong to think there are many more that he...
✧₊⁺ ️️️ ️️╱ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ Saying and meaning are far separate things — the convoluted mess of words from mind to tongue is not something to be tracked. He means to take a moment, to explain to him: give me reason as in save me from my own darkness, give me reason as in please tell me this all was...
✧₊⁺ ️️️ ️️╱ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ text "speech"
a large chocolate and white rosette tom with seaglass eyes. the first thing many see when looking at sunstar now is not his proud posture or boxy build, but the scarred stump that remains of his front left leg. a wound that would have killed most...
✧₊⁺ ️️️ ️️╱ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ As Orangestar tells of her new code, curious eyes fall upon Scorchstreak far below. He had not thought of this in such simple terms before, yet now that it crosses his mind he doubts that it will ever leave again. Since what seemed the dawn of WindClan, their deputies had...
[ brief description of a dead prey animal in the first paragraph ]
✧₊⁺ ️️️ ️️╱ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ Against the background knell of birdsong and rushing river water, his own heartbeat fades to a dull thudding rhythm. A once vehement call for life a mere echo. It is no greater than the hare that cools...
✧₊⁺ ️️️ ️️╱ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ Wolfsong is not the only one who has changed. The three tired paws that carry Sunstar towards the badger sett do not hold the confidence they once had. Each step comes with weight — not scarring wounds he could grow to be proud of, but a quotidian ache and a low, hanging...
✧₊⁺ ️️️ ️️╱ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ His eyes close. First a light exhaustion, and then a deep pressure. They scrunch around the edges. Sparks of color pop in the shadows behind his lids. It is strange, to become someone else: to stand here in this den but also stand cradled in the moor grass, a wheaten pelt...
✧₊⁺ ️️️ ️️╱ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ Wolfsong assures the clan that they will survive, that they will recover, but the voices grow louder with questions — some of which there can be no answer to. He shakes his head at Milkthorn's request, stepping closer towards the edge of the rock. "We know the path to...
✧₊⁺ ️️️ ️️╱ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ A conscious effort heaves Sunstar's bulk through the entrance of his den, and then into an unwilling turn, his shoulder leading the way to face Thriftfeather as he sits. Secure in his safety here — or perhaps ultimately accepting of the fact that he is not. The anger that...
✧₊⁺ ️️️ ️️╱ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ The revelation does nothing to quell his rage. In the moment of Periwinklebreeze's confession, what snaps back to his features is not relief or gentle acceptance. An augur of storms to come, Sunstar's eyes narrow. His shoulders draw up taller with his weight pressed back...
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