π†πŽππ„ 𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 β•± π…π‹π˜πˆππ† π…πˆπ’π‡!

βœ§β‚ŠβΊ ️️️ ️️╱ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ The pleasant crunch of grass beneath his paws still sounds so terribly off– an unfamiliar rhythm, lumbering and slow. A rapid-fire one two three, and a pause as his limbs gather beneath him. A push and a hop with an awkward landing. However much practice he may get in walking this way will never be enough to smooth his gait to what it once was. Years of his life are now incompatible with his body. From the first few ambling steps he had taken. . . all of it, useless. On his less introspective days he catches himself thinking of the past with the body that he now inhabits. A blazing-striped kitten tumbles about with three limbs instead of four. A young warrior uses his teeth more than his claws. (That, he thinks, is the worst change of all. To lose the quick swipes he had once grown so comfortable with.)

Remembering that he had changed is nearly as terrible as waking to the wound had been to begin with. It is easier, and that too is a source of pain.

Lost in his thoughts as he is, the impact is unexpected.

The rustling of grass gives way to a shadow on the breeze β€” a black spot that blots out the sun, and then a heavy, crushing weight upon the back of his neck. Somewhere between stumbling with the impact and realizing what had happened, there is an outraged cry far above his head. But the shadow is gone by the time that the esteemed leader is flat upon his side. Throughout the entire ordeal he had not made a single sound. Blank eyes blink rapidly (an error code flashing somewhere behind them) at the far distance, and besides Sunstar in the flattened moorland grass, there is a fish. Its tail smacks weakly into the earth, claw marks gouged across its exposed side, and the warrior mutters, "What in StarClan's name. . ."
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    βœ§β‚ŠβΊ ️️️ ️️╱ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ OOC. a hawk dropped its catch on top of sun <3
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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.
 

[ ༻ ❊ ༺ ] To be honest, it was strange to watch their leader hobble and bounce with his movements instead of having that normal... stride Lakepaw had remember seeing when he was still just a kit. To see that even their leader was still adapting to the new changes of his own body, with that being said, Starclan had given him nine lives and if it weren't for that... what would have happened that faithful day when their whole territory was engulfed in flames?

Having been lost in his own thoughts the boy was startled when he heard the yowl of his leader which made Lakepaw's hackles rise a bit before witnessing something smacking their leader's neck and leaving him dazed momentarily before eyes flicking down towards the fish which made Lakepaw hum. "Looks like Starclan wants us to try fish" he said monotonously, a slight pitch of a jest in the apprentice's tone before he craned his neck to give the weakly flopping fish a sniff.

"This fell from the sky? Can fish fly?" he wondered before looking to their leader, angling his head slightly to get a better look at Sunstar to check if they were okay while hoping that he would have an answer to one of his silly questions, something that Lakepaw had the tendency to do, but at least it was just a fish and not a rogue attacking their leader that was for sure.

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  • Lakepaw ❊ AMAB, He/Him, Apprentice of Windclan, 8 moons.
    β­ƒ LH Rosette Lynx Minx with low white and bi-color eyes, blind in left eye
    β­ƒ NPC X NPC
    β­ƒ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
    ↛ see battle info here
    β­ƒ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 
It was a little… strange to see Windclan's leader hobble about on three legs, instead of seeing the usual stride Sheeppaw had seen as a kit. He liked Sunstar! The older tom was so awesome and… and cool!

Having been lost in his own little world of swirling fantasies, his fur puffs out as he heard a yowl from his leader. He whips his head towards Sunstar, watching as a… something smacked the older tom's neck leaving him dazed. Woah! Sky - blue eyes were wide, flicking down as he gaped at the fish wriggling in the earth. He reaaaally wants to laugh. Loudly howl at his confused leader who got smacked by a fish. But, like that would be rude!

He failed. He lets out a messy sound between a snicker and a cackle, leaving his maw. Slapping a paw over his mouth to stop his laughter, ivory shoulders shaking in his attempt. His dark tail twitching at his side. His noises rise as he gives up trying to hide his amusement. He lets his laughter die down, before rising onto his paws. Sheeppaw slid up next to Lakepaw as the other sniffed at the fish. The apprentice titled his head to the side, he takes a charcoal - dusted paw to poke at the scaled creature. "Do fish taste good? Are they reaaally slimy? Are they like… frogs?" He lets a flurry of questions leave his maw, as he cranes his neck to take a sniff at the fish. ...Water-y.

He wants answers, he is very so obviously curious. He flicks an ear towards Lakepaw, he wondered the same thing. Can fish really fly? He perks up, as he looks at his leader with wide eyes. "Yeah, yeah! Can fish fly?" He bounces on his toes, while he waits for an answer.
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  • ( HEY! WHATCHA GOT? ) Λšβ‚Šβ€§κ’°αƒ β˜† ΰ»’κ’± β€§β‚ŠΛš SHEEPPAW. β•± windclan apprentice.
    β€· amab ; HE / HIM ; 9 MOONS & AGES EVERY 29TH.
    ✢ undecided / not looking / open to puppy-crushes
    ✢ a lanky, longhaired black smoke with high white and blue eyes
    ✢ thoughts ; "Speech, B9D6F2" ; attacks only
    ✢ may powerplay minor harm β•± peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
    ✢ smells like early morning dew & windblown heather
    β€” all opinions are ic

    β†’ biography / @ on discord for plots
    β€” penned by calzone