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β§ββΊ οΈοΈοΈ οΈοΈβ± οΈοΈοΈ οΈοΈ οΈοΈοΈ 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.
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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β§ββΊ οΈοΈοΈ οΈοΈβ± οΈοΈοΈ οΈοΈ οΈοΈοΈ OOC. please wait for @WOLFSONG !!
α―β§ οΈοΈοΈ οΈοΈ οΈοΈοΈ πππππππ.SUNSTRIDE.SUNNVAR.
α―β§ οΈοΈοΈ οΈοΈ οΈοΈοΈ MASC οΈοΈοΈ & οΈοΈοΈ AMAB, οΈοΈοΈ HE β HIM β HIS.
α―β§ οΈοΈοΈ οΈοΈ οΈοΈοΈ SECOND LEADER OF οΈοΈοΈ WINDCLAN.
α―β§ οΈοΈοΈ οΈοΈ οΈοΈοΈ NINE LIVES: οΈοΈοΈ β οΈοΈοΈ β οΈοΈοΈ β οΈοΈοΈ β οΈοΈοΈ β οΈοΈοΈ β οΈοΈοΈ βΜ΄ΜΝΝΜ»ββΜ΅ΜΜΏΝΜΝΜΌΝ βΜΆΝΜΜ¬ -
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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