pafp 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐈𝐄 ╱ 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐅

[SUNNVAR]

Coming here is not a kindness. Not to his heart or his soul– it eases nothing. And yet, as if buried in this dirt, Sunstar cannot move. The sun is setting some distance away. It leaves the ground tinted purple. Living in a land without the overhanging of trees gives WindClan a life without long shadows. Instead, darkness overtakes their territory all at once. He can see the line of golden sunlight receding, far off from his paws and sinking deeper, further, until it clings just barely to the horizon. It does not seem right to mourn while day still touches their territory. This middling hour, between their work and StarClan's watch, his gaze finally lowers.

Bearflight's vigil had passed in a haze. He does not remember much of himself as his clan fought flames just outside their camp. Surely his wound had still dripped blood. Surely Wolfsong had done all that he could to hide the evidence of their son's charred frame. Or perhaps he had honored it as they once would have. Wounds, after all, were a sign of triumph. Even if it were to result in death, an injury still must first be carried. Even if he had returned screaming– he had carried it nonetheless. The grave itself is still carefully maintained. Sunstar himself had not found the strength to return here often. Was it his littermates who tended to it? His ðir? Clanmates alone may have offered what his father could not.

He smells Wolfsong's approach before he sees him. However many moons they reside on these moors, there is part of him that does not change. A familiarity that has run its course since the days of his kithood. The first he saw of Wolfsong was a toddling youngster, and Sunnvar felt as if he had been given a new toy to play with. Such a sensation did not leave him for many moons, simply growing and changing as they did. Bitterness calls for him to stand and leave before they may come too close to one another. He has not dared allow it since his betrayal first spilled from his tongue. In one wave, however, the tension in his body spills outward. Sunstar sighs shakily.

"Do you think he has met his grandparents among the stars? Or does he speak only with StarClan?"

𝐈 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐌 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐒 ╱ ( 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝗕𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐆 ) 〚 06.03 〛 🟒ᨒ

• ooc: please wait for @WOLFSONG
• ↟ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑.  ╱  AMAB  HE - HIM - HIS.  LEADER OF WINDCLAN.  ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆  ⋆̶̬́̀
  ————  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 a lot to prove.
  
  
  
  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 un-windclan 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.

• "speech"

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[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── Approaching Sunstar is habitual, of course. Even knowing the likelihood that his mate will simply walk away, or that he will ignore any of Wolfsong's attempts to engage with him, he closes the physical distance between them on tired pawpads. Bearflight's grave should unite them, bring them closer together so that they might heal as a splinted bone, supporting each other— but there has been little of that these last weeks. Wolfsong is not so naive to believe he deserves comfort by virtue of carrying their children, but it does not stop him from wanting Sunstar to curl around him as he used to.

When Sunstar does not leave, Wolfsong still does not dare to hope that it means anything has changed. He does not speak, intent to steal what he can from this closeness of being, even if Sunstar's heart is hidden from Wolfsong, just as Bearflight's decomposing body is invisible to his eye where it rests under ash-fed soil. So when Sunstar does speak, he cannot help the slight jerk, the startled swing of his face to gaze up at a burnished silhouette, one he once would have compared to flame but cannot stomach the reminder.

It is a wound Sunstar speaks into opening. He looks away, away from his mate and from the slowly darkening sky, avoiding the stars' gaze. "My mother will never know him," he says hoarsely. "And my father never knew StarClan, so he will never know Bearflight either." Why Sunstar thought to ask this, he does not know. Does he wish Wolfsong to recall his father's cowardice, far more noble than the cowardice Wolfsong can claim? "StarClan is a better place for him— they do not mind his...tenderness. These things you knew already."
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WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN FORMER ROGUE TURNED MEDICINE CAT. 42 MOONS, HE/HIM, NPC X NPC. MATES WITH SUNSTAR (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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[brokenpaw ♠]

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INTERFACING - SUCCESS

Sunstar was not as easy of a cat to reach as Scorchstreak had made it out to be. The chocolate rosette was like a phantom among the moors, floating between his den and the tall grasses when Brokenkit was around or awake to capture his attention. While the void pelted tom was not very talkative, tactfully hiding just how combative he could be, his stubbornness drove him to where he now sat; in the shadows of his elders.

Sunstar hadn't shared a word as he parted through the heather, and while dour expression may have warded off any interference with his path, Brokenkit was determined. Like his appearance he tucked himself in every possible shadow from the hollow until he had made for a clean escape. The older toms legs covered more ground in each stride than his own, and Brokenkit hadn't factored in that another may join his company, and so he sat in the silence comfortably- waiting.

"Do you think he had met his grandparents among the stars?" Sunstar asked.

PERCEPTION - FAILURE
What?
EMPATHY - FAILURE
How?
LOGIC - FAILURE
Stop it!

"Who?" Brokenkit croaked with no air to his voice. He paused, looking at the toiled patch before the two toms and turning up once again. "What happened?"

♠ i swear to god, i did what i could ———— ♠ i practically begged you

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  Brokenkit
  —⊰⋅ kit of windclan
  —⊰⋅ he/him
  —⊰⋅ mintshade x gracklestep
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  —⊰⋅ sh solid black tom with yellow eyes
  

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