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βœ§β‚ŠβΊ ️️️ ️️╱ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ Weaving their wall or their nests has slowly become one of Sunstar's least favorite tasks. It had never been particularly captivating, but at least it had once been enough to mindlessly occupy him. He could work upon it without much effort so that his mind may wander elsewhere (or into nothingness, should it call him). Since the loss of his leg, however, it had become far more daunting a task. Most cats would think nothing of where they put their weight. For Sunstar, now, that small detail ruled his life. He could not use his remaining limb to steady or stabilize anything before him. To scramble at wayward fibers is to leave himself atrociously off balance.

As if to emphasize the point, the breeze outside of the medicine den picks up and tugs away a loose bit of moss. And Sunstar, eternally unaccustomed to how he must stand now, reaches desperately for them. Whether or not Wolfsong had intended to help him learn by asking him this β€” there is no changing the way that it goes. The leader of WindClan, sprawled just above the sandy hollow with his remaining legs akimbo and his head dangerously low. His claws dig into the knotted moss: a small success. He painstakingly drags them back and rights himself with the little dignity that remains. There are gouge marks in the camp floor, and somewhere beneath his grim expression, Sunstar is trying not to laugh.
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    βœ§β‚ŠβΊ ️️️ ️️╱ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ OOC. please wait for @WOLFSONG !!
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    α―“βœ§ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑. SUNSTRIDE. SUNNVAR.
    α―“βœ§ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ MASC ️️️ & ️️️ AMAB, ️️️ HE – HIM – HIS.
    α―“βœ§ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ SECOND LEADER OF ️️️ WINDCLAN.
    α―“βœ§ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ NINE LIVES: ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ β‹†Μ΄ΜŒΝ›Ν–Μ»β€†β‹†Μ΅ΜΜΏΝƒΜΝΜΌΝˆ ⋆̢̬́̀
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    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 other cats took one of his lives; not even starclan could repair it.

    a rogue brought to windclan in a search for greatness, one of sootstar's most loyal warriors turned into her downfall. with a mate and kits to worry about, and now nine lives from starclan with a missing limb, windclan's leader has much to prove.
 
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β”€β”€α¨’β†Ÿβ†Ÿα¨’β†Ÿα¨’β†Ÿβ†Ÿα¨’β”€β”€ It will not be easy for his mate to continue adjusting to his reality, but with time, Wolfsong is certain he can thrive again. The path there will take sweat and effort, and more than a little frustration and discouragementβ€” which is why Wolfsong intends to be there for him every step of the way, just as he was for a blinded Ellisif. It is not, of course, a sense of debt that motivates him. He loves his mate, and perhaps such things are better off without saying, but they should be said, especially after the tumultuous ups and downs he and Sunstar have weathered.

He watches him work at the nest with a twitching mouth, amused not so much by his effort but by the manner of his sprawling limbs. He is doing Wolfsong a favor preparing more nests for him, and he shouldn't disturb his concentration, but Wolfsong cannot help the lure that draws him near. It compels him to drape himself over Sunstar's longer back, face tucked into the crook of his neck to watch his paw wrangle moss. "Someone may look at those marks later and think I dragged a patient into the medicine den kicking and screaming."
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WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN FORMER ROGUE TURNED MEDICINE CAT. 46 MOONS, HE/HIM, NPC X NPC. MATES WITH SUNSTAR (07/05/2023). BIOGRAPHY, PINTEREST, & PLAYLIST.
  • β€” β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜†β˜† WOUNDS: You're (mostly) in safe paws. You'll know if he's less experienced if he asks for your permission to try a treatment. No wound can scare him away from knowledge.
    β€” β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜†β˜† INFECTION: He can prevent most infections. If you feel feverish, let him know; he'll hum thoughtfully over herbs and sniff your wound before saying, "With your blessing..."
  • β€” β˜…β˜†β˜†β˜†β˜† ACHES & PAINS: If you complain to him of pain, he'll ask where. If it's a headache, you'll likely feel a bit better. For anything else, "Try this, if you'd like, and tell me how you feel."
    β€” β˜…β˜†β˜†β˜†β˜† BROKEN BONES: At best. he can ask you to remain lying down in the den. He may try to distract you with conversation while he considers what herb to feed you.
  • β€” β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… TRAVELING HERBS: Going somewhere? No worries; Wolfsong knows just what you need to stay hale and healthy during your journey. The rest is up to you.
    β€” β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜†β˜† KITTING: Thanks to Starlingheart and his own pregnancy, he's better prepared for the arrival of kits, but any complications will need a little faith and a lot of luck.
  • β€” β˜…β˜†β˜†β˜†β˜† POISONS: It's best if you avoid eating anything unfamiliar to youβ€” it's probably just as unfamiliar to Wolfsong. The best he can do is offer you yarrow and sit with you.
    β€” β˜…β˜…β˜†β˜†β˜† ILLNESS: If it's white or greencough, you'll likely recover. Otherwise, prepare for odd concoctions and the usual request that you consent to a little trial-and-error.