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From atop the Tallrock, Sunstar gleams like tattered gold. The late night sun casts a dark orange glow across all of WindClan camp. It is as if the flames have returned, but only for the gentlest of kisses upon their land. What remains of their home is cast in beautiful light. He knows, then, that there is no purpose in hiding within the shadows. With his practice at the gathering behind him, his ascent is surefooted, if slower than it once had been, and he stands as the tom who had first declared himself WindClan's leader. Star-blessed, ready to lead them through anything. His stance is proud right to the stump of his leg.
"Let all cats old enough to race the moor gather beneath the Tallrock for a clan meeting!" Though it is late, he knows that the clan will come. If only to stare upon him with bewilderment for the time of his shadowed absence. Standing before them, there is a lance of feeling not unlike what he felt standing before them for the first time. Without the pleasantries of adrenaline and new beginnings to carry him, Sunstar languishes only in the fear that brands his very heart. Had he become too distant? Did he belong here at all? Or had he simply allowed himself to hide behind the curtain of hope all these moons? That one day, they would see him as more than a rogue.
Perhaps they already had, and his absence simply reminded them. Whatever storm rages behind his eyes, none of it shows across Sunstar's face. He will not allow himself to waver before his clan. Deep, steadying breaths as a breeze ripples his fur, and he speaks loudly, plainly: "We begin first with a celebration. @DIMMINGSUN. You have been a key part of this clan's recovery, both through the fire and in the days following. Your judgement has been a welcome one amidst my council, and so I ask formally that you would join us as a lead warrior of WindClan." The weight of what he asks lingers on the air, unrushed, as the clan awaits his reply.
"Let all cats old enough to race the moor gather beneath the Tallrock for a clan meeting!" Though it is late, he knows that the clan will come. If only to stare upon him with bewilderment for the time of his shadowed absence. Standing before them, there is a lance of feeling not unlike what he felt standing before them for the first time. Without the pleasantries of adrenaline and new beginnings to carry him, Sunstar languishes only in the fear that brands his very heart. Had he become too distant? Did he belong here at all? Or had he simply allowed himself to hide behind the curtain of hope all these moons? That one day, they would see him as more than a rogue.
Perhaps they already had, and his absence simply reminded them. Whatever storm rages behind his eyes, none of it shows across Sunstar's face. He will not allow himself to waver before his clan. Deep, steadying breaths as a breeze ripples his fur, and he speaks loudly, plainly: "We begin first with a celebration. @DIMMINGSUN. You have been a key part of this clan's recovery, both through the fire and in the days following. Your judgement has been a welcome one amidst my council, and so I ask formally that you would join us as a lead warrior of WindClan." The weight of what he asks lingers on the air, unrushed, as the clan awaits his reply.
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OOC. thank you guys SO much for your continued activity in my / sun's absence! big shoutouts this month to MY ENTIRE HP TEAM, as well as @DIMMINGSUN @SCORCHSTORM @BLUEFROST @GRAVELSNAP @slateheart @gracklestep @SNOWGLARE @SOOTSPOT @PINKPAW @Brackenpaw @CELANDINEPAW aaaand @Frightkit !! all of you guys had an awesome month fr <3
- this is set almost directly before slateheart's return! (sorry ixora)
- mouseflight is either still buried or recently unburied (that is up to you tikki)
- PLS JOIN ME IN CELEBRATING KARMEN AND DIMMING BOTH!! they've been an amazing part of wc's community ic and ooc for several months now, and this promotion is highly deserved. -
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