𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 ╱ 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐋𝐄𝗕𝐑𝐄𝐄𝒁𝐄

[SUNNVAR]

There is only a small space of time between his patrol's departure and Periwinklebreeze's announcement, but he takes full advantage of it with a slight jostle into the younger warrior's side. The other cats have quickly dispersed, even the kittens now entertained, and it is just them in their immediate vicinity. He takes the time to settle. A cool ocean's tide washes over WindClan's camp as he looks around to everyone. They are flourishing, it would seem. And with each passing day, his pride at their success swells higher. Is this what Sootstar had felt upon founding this clan? Did she look at the cats that had a home now, a place to sleep and hunt and live in safety, apart from the war that created them, and know that she had done what was right?

Prying into the mind of the dead would do him no good. There is too much to live for as they are. So Sunstar casts a grateful smile towards the other tom and sits there, his tail wrapped around his paws and his head held high. "I am glad that I chose you to join us," he confides softly. "You have grown to a fine warrior."

⋆°•☁︎ 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝗕𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃  ╱╱ 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝗕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝗕𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 〚 02.11.2024 〛 𖤓

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  SUNSTAR. LEADER OF WINDCLAN.   ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆
  ——– HE – HIM – HIS ╱╱ 48+ MOONS OLD, ADULT.

  NPC x NPC, MOUNTAIN CATS. MATE TO WOLFSONG; FATHER TO BEARPAW, SINGEDPAW, RIVEPAW, SUNLITPAW AND FEATHERPAW. MENTORING RIVEPAW.
  
  TH ╱╱ A LARGE, FRESHLY SCARRED CHOCOLATE AND WHITE ROSETTE TABBY TOM WITH SEAGLASS BLUE EYES

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[Periwinklebreeze.]

OH, WHAT IT MEANS TO BE SOMEONE ━
THAT EVERYBODY HAS TO TALK TO━​

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periwinklebreeze ❀ 20 moons ❀ demi-boy ❀ windclan lead warrior ​

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Sunstar brushes against him as the impromptu meeting draws to a close, and the boy leans into it - touched starved thing he is, he will not shy away from the friendly interaction. The anxiety and uncertainty have cooled, simmering low only in the background hum of his mind, and yet he still cannot claim confidence in his choices. He supposes only time will tell - though at least there had been no scolding words, no scathing remarks thrown his way (and only one or two glares, imagine that).

Head all but snaps in the toms direction as he speaks however, jostling his neck painfully with its speed. 'A fine warrior' periwinklebreeze had never expected such words to b aimed his direction, and certainly not by anyone but bluepool - confident and proud of her own work no doubt, less than of him himself. But - " Why? " he asks, startling himself. He flushes, jaw working frantically as he scrambles to explain the words he hadn't mean to speak. " I mean... wh-why chose me? As lead w-warrior, "

It's a question he's only thought a million times - and surely,he can't be the only one questioning it. He does not mean to question sunstars choice but his past hovers over him like a dark cloud. The child of a traitor. Bad blood. Weak, foolish, sickly. Unwilling to fight even once he'd recovered. He'd grown out of his foolish youth one bloody battle at a time, surely - worn his growth in the very scars upon his skin. Can no longer bear claim to the title of pacifist, not with the amount of blood he has shed upon windclan soil. But... that didn't mean he was suited for such a grand title. He's still young - inexpereinced. The youngest on the council, save for cottonpaw. He's never been ambitious - no, he'd only wanted to belong.

He just... can't see it. Whatever it is that Sunstar had seen.

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