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[SUNNVAR]

✧₊⁺ ️️️ ️️╱ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ The sun's fading light lays its sword across Sunstar's den — a singular beam of light, hard-edged and gleaming, is interrupted only by Scorchstreak's presence. It ends just before his paws. In the shadow, his eyes take on a heavy chill. Or perhaps this loneliness simply carves away the layers of exhaustion straight to the bitter, struggling core of him. They have just returned from the Gathering. Where he would typically draw upon the strength of his whole council, he finds none to lean upon. Wolfsong and Celandinepaw return to their treatment of the sick and dying; Bluefrost rests in the nursery, and both Periwinklebreeze and Dimmingsun are left to fill in their clanmates. Without the stability that Rattleheart and Bluepool had provided, the cracks begin to spiral.

Of all his announcements he had not shared a single bit of joy for the other clans to celebrate or suffer jealousy of. Their ailing cats? Their growing graveyard? The worn paws and broken hearts left behind by each new tragedy that they suffer? Perhaps this is something best murmured in face of his mate's eternal patience. Instead, Sunstar cannot help but blurt with near-viciousness, "How quickly StarClanners must forget that they were one of us."

𝐈 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐌 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐒 ╱ ️️️ ( 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝗕𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐆 ) ️️️ ️️️ ⌞06.17⌝ 🟒ᨒ

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  ᯓ✧ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑. SUNSTRIDE. SUNNVAR.
  ᯓ✧ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ MASC ️️️ & ️️️ AMAB, ️️️ HE – HIM – HIS.
  ᯓ✧ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ SECOND LEADER OF ️️️ WINDCLAN.
  ᯓ✧ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ NINE LIVES: ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆̴͖̻̌͛ ⋆̵̼͈̐̿̓̏͝ ⋆̶̬́̀

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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.

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[SCORCHSTAR]

༄༄ Before her leader, the calico lingers. A dark cloud, unwelcome, normally the hallmark of an oncoming storm. But now, as the sun sets upon the moorland, there is no whipping wind to rake through her leader’s thick coat. There is no storm at all. The calico peers at Sunstar without scrutiny, for once; the same bone-deep weariness that plagues the tom has settled its way into her form now that the need to appear strong has passed. The gathering is over, yet still she feels trapped in that moonlit clearing, gazing across faces both familiar and unknown. The deputy could not care less about the judgment that rains down upon her clan, but hearing her leader regale the other clans with WindClan’s misfortune only reminds her of the curse that they all bear. Fate has its claws sunk deeply into the heaving flanks of WindClan’s plague-stricken hare—is there no escape from the constant death?

She waits, uncertainty flickering in golden eyes, the dying embers of a fire straining to keep itself blazing. She nearly steps away until Sunstar’s voice rises into bitterness. How quickly StarClan forgets, indeed. Weaselclaw—has he already forgotten what it means to stand up for his clanmates, to act as a stalwart defender of his home? And Rattleheart, will she forget as well, cast them all aside in favor of whatever fate has met her in the stars? "Indeed," Scorchstreak says, through gritted teeth. She is not made for these types of conversations. She is made to be told what to do, and then to do it without hesitation. She is not meant to question the will of StarClan—but Sunstar is, and he does. "But we have been forsaken by them before, and still we triumphed. The sun will rise after all this has passed. It… must." The last of her words are soft, the scrape of claws against the open wound of her sibling’s death. Another grave, another hole torn into the ragged pelt that holds her together. All she can do is weather this storm.

every love that i touch ☽♰☾ falls to ruin

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• SCORCHSTREAK ❯❯ she/they, deputy (tunneler) of windclan
  ༄ small, slim flame-streaked calico with fiery golden eyes. stoic and stern, ferociously protective of her clanmates. rarely seen aboveground.
  ༄ mate to bluepool ; sibling to rattleheart & rabbitclaw
  ༄ mentor to bilberrypaw ; previously mentored pinkshine
  ༄ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted, but may react aggressively
  ༄ penned by foxlore

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