private 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 ╱ 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆

[SUNNVAR]

He had dragged Wolfsong and his herbs both onto the moor. A fool's decision, he knows, but like an injured hare he hides from talon and claw. Buries himself among the tunnels and quivers through the loss. He does not wish to be seen. Even if his injuries were hardly among the worst his clan would see in the coming nights, to admit them is a weakness. To see them tended to, an intimacy he can allow to only few. To one. And with their once-peaceful den filled with those in need of his help, and Sootstar's still claimed by the ailing leader, this was the next best solution in his mind. He does not bother to apologize for this, however much he knows that he must. Wolfsong knows him well enough to understand this twitchiness of his.

There is still much to be done, yet in this moment he wishes only to bury himself into the thick fur of his mate and wash away their pains. His exhale is a tremor, and his slow sitting the final heartbeats of an avalanche. Something great in him had finally burned through its reserves. Each time that he had run through, there were final dregs to call upon. His worries could be fought past, his barriers denied. One more push, one more fight. It is over. They are done with these terrible things. It is freeing to shun StarClan's thoughts of him. Even if it should only be for a moment.

"I do not think I have feared death before this very night," he confesses tiredly.

𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓  ╱╱ 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐕𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 〚 11.22.2023 〛 —————«

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  SUNSTRIDE. WINDCLAN DEPUTY & MOOR RUNNER.
  ——– HE – HIM – HIS ╱╱ 48+ MOONS OLD, ADULT.

  NPC x NPC, LONERS. MATE TO WOLFSONG; FATHER TO BEARPAW, SINGEDPAW, RIVEPAW, SUNLITPAW AND FEATHERPAW. MENTORING SCORCHPAW.
  
  TH ╱╱ LARGE CHOCOLATE ROSETTE TABBY, ICY EYES.

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[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── It is still strange to treat Sunstride's wounds after a lifetime of simply sharing in his pain. The knowledge passed to him from Vulturemask is precious, indeed, and he is glad that he trusts the paws tending to his mate's bloodied body, but it is nonetheless an experience he hasn't adjusted to yet. As he sweeps moss over a jagged claw mark, he is reminded of Sootstar, and then of the future staring them down. He will become Sunstar when StarClan speaks with him. Must I watch him die nine times? Though I would surely follow him at the ninth, the other eight do not weigh less heavily. Will he grow accustomed to it? To the sight of his mate's corpse?

He clenches his jaw against the sour bile in his throat. He forces his mouth to open and free the moss ball, which lands on his paw with a dull thump. With a tight inhale, Wolfsong leans to rest his forehead against Sunstride's shoulder, eye squeezed shut. Try as he might to banish the images of his mate in a thousand different death-stricken sprawls, he cannot escape them, and the fanged anxiety worsens when Sunstride murmurs his confession.

He pulls back slightly to pat cobwebs into place. "There was much more at stake," he rasps. "Failure would frighten no one if it cost naught but air." Wolfsong paws marigold closer. "But we have prevailed, and you will lead us down a brighter path."
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WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN FORMER ROGUE TURNED MEDICINE CAT. 41 MOONS, HE/HIM, NPC X NPC. MATES WITH SUNSTRIDE (07/05/2023). BIOGRAPHY, PINTEREST, & PLAYLIST.

medicinal expertise med. part ii med. part iii med. part iv

• — ★★★☆☆ 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.
  — ★★★☆☆ 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..."
• — ★☆☆☆☆ 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."
  — ★☆☆☆☆ 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.
• — ★★★★★ 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.
  — ★★★☆☆ 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.
• — ★☆☆☆☆ POISONS: It's best if you avoid eating anything unfamiliar to you— it's probably just as unfamiliar to Wolfsong. The best he can do is offer you yarrow and sit with you.
  — ★★☆☆☆ 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.

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