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They had set forgiveness before him and named him Sunstar. WindClan had stood before StarClan, in wait of their wrath, their punishment, the way that Sootstar's wrath had razed them since the very beginning — and they had survived the ordeal. The thought of dissolving this clan had haunted him since first he killed her. Standing before the cats that were leaderless and bloodied, worn by moons of trial, weakness had reared its terrible head. He did not want to save them in that moment. He wanted it to be over. The clans had looked upon him with distrust as he came to share his news. He could not expect anything else. Yet how were they to carry the burden of what had been done through leafbare, into the never-ending dark?
Hare Whiskers offered forgiveness, and he is a coward no longer.
A quiet snowfall heralds the pair's return. He parts the heather tunnel's end at dawn, dusted in white. The soft pink of moorland mornings dulls the colors of his pelt and changes his eyes, though there can be no mistaking the determination within them. StarClan could not heal what had been done to him before. Though they had spared his predecessor many times over, he bears his wounds the way that Sootstar had carried her last. The long journey had been difficult on knitting skin. Even still his gaze is bold, joyous, as he parts through his waiting clanmates. He nudges some of them, leaves a passing lick upon the head of his kits, and bounds to the top of the Tall Rock in several short strides.
From here, one can see the entirely of the moors. The once-golden field of their home now dusted pale white, beautiful even still. He can see the way that the winds ruffle the few free strands of glass. He can see the face of each clanmate as they already begin to gather around him. With a roar like a lion, Sunstar calls out: "Let all cats old enough to run the moor gather around the Tall Rock for a clan meeting!" There is little to wait for, so he does not. "Know that I have stood before StarClan and returned with their wisdom, their blessing of this clan, and those that remain. Like the changing of seasons, WindClan will be reborn! StarClan has given us another chance," he yowls, "and we will not forsake it."
Here, he allows his voice to die. His chest heaves with the intake of breath, repairing the booming exhale he had allowed to carry through camp. It is not like Sootstar had been, elegance and control. Sunstar is loud, unabashed. He will not compare himself to her again.
"We will move forward," the tom eventually continues, calmer, "without the past to weigh us down. What I say now, I say before StarClan, and all of you, my clanmates." His gaze seeks those among the crowd that he has relied upon through these many moons. "Scorchstreak, Bluepool. You bear the scars of Sootstar’s guidance, yet stood at my side in battle, so that we may stand where we are today. StarClan and I honor your courage. Will you stand by me again, as my council?" And then, to those he has begun to see in new light. "Rattleheart, Periwinklebreeze. You have stood beside me throughout all of this, pillars of strength and security to those around you. You have served this clan well for many moons, and your judgment would be treasured among my lead warriors. Will you accept this?"
Hare Whiskers offered forgiveness, and he is a coward no longer.
A quiet snowfall heralds the pair's return. He parts the heather tunnel's end at dawn, dusted in white. The soft pink of moorland mornings dulls the colors of his pelt and changes his eyes, though there can be no mistaking the determination within them. StarClan could not heal what had been done to him before. Though they had spared his predecessor many times over, he bears his wounds the way that Sootstar had carried her last. The long journey had been difficult on knitting skin. Even still his gaze is bold, joyous, as he parts through his waiting clanmates. He nudges some of them, leaves a passing lick upon the head of his kits, and bounds to the top of the Tall Rock in several short strides.
From here, one can see the entirely of the moors. The once-golden field of their home now dusted pale white, beautiful even still. He can see the way that the winds ruffle the few free strands of glass. He can see the face of each clanmate as they already begin to gather around him. With a roar like a lion, Sunstar calls out: "Let all cats old enough to run the moor gather around the Tall Rock for a clan meeting!" There is little to wait for, so he does not. "Know that I have stood before StarClan and returned with their wisdom, their blessing of this clan, and those that remain. Like the changing of seasons, WindClan will be reborn! StarClan has given us another chance," he yowls, "and we will not forsake it."
Here, he allows his voice to die. His chest heaves with the intake of breath, repairing the booming exhale he had allowed to carry through camp. It is not like Sootstar had been, elegance and control. Sunstar is loud, unabashed. He will not compare himself to her again.
"We will move forward," the tom eventually continues, calmer, "without the past to weigh us down. What I say now, I say before StarClan, and all of you, my clanmates." His gaze seeks those among the crowd that he has relied upon through these many moons. "Scorchstreak, Bluepool. You bear the scars of Sootstar’s guidance, yet stood at my side in battle, so that we may stand where we are today. StarClan and I honor your courage. Will you stand by me again, as my council?" And then, to those he has begun to see in new light. "Rattleheart, Periwinklebreeze. You have stood beside me throughout all of this, pillars of strength and security to those around you. You have served this clan well for many moons, and your judgment would be treasured among my lead warriors. Will you accept this?"
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- OOC. no ooc shoutouts this month because of all these shenanigans, but those will pick up next meeting! this meeting is far from over so please stay tuned, but for now! a massive thank you and congratulations to @SCORCHSTREAK, @Bluepool, @RATTLEHEART, and @Periwinklebreeze. ! you guys have been absolutely amazing. please give them your congratulations.
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SUNSTAR. LEADER OF WINDCLAN. ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆
——– HE – HIM – HIS ╱╱ 48+ MOONS OLD, ADULT.NPC, MOUNTAIN CATS. MATE TO WOLFSONG; FATHER TO BEARPAW, SINGEDPAW, RIVEPAW, SUNLITPAW AND FEATHERPAW. MENTORING RIVEPAW.
TH ╱╱ A LARGE, FRESHLY SCARRED CHOCOLATE AND WHITE ROSETTE TABBY TOM WITH SEAGLASS BLUE EYES -
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