private 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐄 ╱ 𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑

[SUNNVAR]

It is strange to walk alongside Howlingstar. An unfamiliar cat, an unfamiliar gait. He knows the cadence of her in war, how she cried for the clans combined to strike down upon the rogues that called their hollow home, but he does not know her in moments of peace. She was one that he respected quietly. In her worst moments, she reminds him of his father. In her best...in those too does he see his father. It is enough only to have him ponder what it would be like, to have stumbled across this clan before the moors. To live here, to claim this as the land that he could not separate his heart from. How different would it be to hunt amongst the foliage and stride through thick trees? They do not sleep beneath the stars. He has learned it was only them that do. In their quiet, sandy earth, lined with nests, sheltered by gorse walls and nothing else.

It would not be a change he would like to make, he thinks. Not now. Perhaps, had time been different, so too would he have been.

The gears of his introspection turn slowly, and Sunstride has left the largest part of ThunderClan's patrol behind him by the time that he manages to form his words. "Sunnyday was among the loners that assisted us in driving out Sootstar's followers." He had intended for it to be a far more graceful reveal than this. "He spoke as if it was your clan that failed him; that you denied him a chance to repent." He will not outright ask if this is the case. Instead, curious seaglass eyes turn upon Howlingstar in wait.

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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[HOWLINGSTAR]

Howlingstar is silent as she guides the WindClan deputy - or is he called their leader, now? The changing tides of WindClan will be confusing for some time, she thinks. She wonders if, one day, her clan will not need to equip their strongest warriors to patrol the moorland border in case something went awry. She wonders if the tension in the air every time the fields come into view will crackle away into quiet peace. It's something she can hope for, at least.

Sunstride breaks the silence first, the news immediately drawing surprised eyes to his face for the second time this day. "Sunnyday?" She repeats, as if needing to be sure she heard that name right. Her fern-green eyes narrow, her tail lashing once behind her. Of course he would continue to spew his lies, just as he had in ShadowClan's camp. Of course he will always continue to see himself as the victim. A hissing breath leaves her and she shakes her head. "I'm sorry if you're looking for me to say good things about that tom, because I don't have much. He is the one who failed his clan, time and time again. He received too many chances." Her tone is clipped, the very mention of the ThunderClan runaway causing her ears to pin backwards.​