𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 ╱ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

[SUNNVAR]

✧₊⁺ ️️️ ️️╱ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ Sickness swells a deadly undercurrent below WindClan's already desolate atmosphere. They have lost much already, and now there is a threat of more — what had once taken a trip into the mountains to cure now swept across their homeland again. So far, at least, it seemed contained. Cottonsprig had brought it upon all of them and then– had StarClan taken her a penance? For her own actions? For his? It seemed too much like fate that they would lose her now of all times, but Sunstar had spent the first part of his life defying such things. Instinct rises up in him to rebel against it. To deny it, and all that it had caused. He is older now, and tired. It is easy to sink into their losses.

And so this is what he does. From his distance in the clan, Sunstar has been observing in melancholic silence. It is not until his mate has chosen another to fight by his side that he finds himself truly stirring from his state of gloom-filled half-rest. Celandinepaw is a stranger to this clan, brought up despite everything against her to learn about how she might protect and guide their clan. It is a familiar thing, and she a familiar creature at her core. To see her outside of the den that he so frequently inhabits himself is a strange thing. It reminds him of Cottonpaw. Already so long gone, so much a part of this place that her ghost walks the burrow. And sometimes in the back of his mind, she takes Celandinepaw's place.

"You know– when Sootstar first appointed me to her council, I felt terribly out of place. The rogue warrior that she had brought to StarClan's watchful gaze, already trusted enough to hear her commands." He huffs a not quite laugh. "Is it any easy for you, knowing that your mentor and your leader both have been there before?"

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

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  ✧₊⁺ ️️️ ️️╱ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ OOC. please wait for @CELANDINEPAW !!]

  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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[CELANDINEPAW]

Who could she turn to for guidance in such a dire time? There was Dimmingsun, though it was best for her not to cling so strenuously to a life that destiny had not plucked for her. There was Wolfsong, but even the level-headed medicine cat had little time for senseless drivel and silly questions. There was Scorpionback, though the night-coated tomcat were not burdened with the expectations that pressed heavily upon her shoulderblades. To her, there was only one other logical option - Sunstar, radiant king of the moorlands, and a feline she had never seen wane underneath the oppressive palm of tragedy.

"You? Out of place?" Celandinepaw mused as her mind drifted slowly out of her ears, though her tone carried naught that luminous confidence that dragged her to Windclan in the first place, like sunshade had haloed even the ends of her tongue. It still came as a shock to the spotted tabby, that such a fearsome leader could have ever experienced fear. Each cat contained a terribly tangled mosaic of the self within them, and in her short-sightedness, Celandinepaw had hardly remembered that Sunstar could ever be just like her. Wheat-tinged eyes traveled towards Sunstar's magnificent and leonine form, though marred like limbs of mercury extended downwards to the ground, scarred and still so proud. He's probably been through so much that nothing really scares him anymore. Not like me... I ran away from a fire! I cried and wished I wasn't a Clan cat anymore! Memories of the past prickled at her fur, needles of shame that lapped at the skin beneath the pelt. "It is. But... how will I know if I'll be in the same position as you? I - I just - I feel so small right now, you know? Like I can't compare to Cottonsprig or even Wolfsong." Admission of her weaknesses usually did not flow through her mouth, though honey bleached through any other sort of emotion that coursed through her, blotting out even the determination necessary for her job. She was an outsider looking in, a caged bird roosted upon its prison of iron and doubt. How could she ever learn to spread her wings when her own hesitation would immolate her?

𝘗𝘙𝘌𝘔𝘖𝘕𝘐𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕𝘚 𝘚𝘔𝘐𝘓𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘐𝘕 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘋𝘈𝘙𝘒 .° ✿ °. 𝘐 𝘊𝘈𝘕 𝘚𝘌𝘌 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘙𝘠 𝘐𝘚 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘛𝘖 𝘈𝘙𝘊

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  —— CELANDINEPAW / She/They/He / 11 Moons
  —— Moor Runner Apprentice of Windclan / Mentored by Dimmingsun
  —— A shorthaired golden spotted tabby with yellowish-green eyes. Somewhat pudgy, though lean and able to hold her ground in the wild.
  —— Extroverted and unafraid to speak their mind, she is a friendly and affable face in Windclan. Though ditzy and somewhat cowardly, she tries her best to help her clan.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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