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SUNNVAR

SUNNVAR

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It is the first he has come to this place willingly in some moons.

The night sky is deafening even through the safety of the tunnel entrance. Crickets and cicadas chirp far above. The moon, clawing desperately to fullness, lights the path of three quiet paws. Wolfsong is awake. His breathing shifts subtly when he sleeps– it is not quite a snore, yet close enough to it Sunstar would remember it for the rest of his life. Now, each inhale is even and measured. "You do not need to pretend for my peace, Ellisif." His tired voice holds no malice. Only the barest hints of distance, cold as a hair's breadth in leafbare, edges onto his words. He looks into the medicine den a moment longer to breathe in the scent of bitter herbs and dried greenery, whatever use any of them may be (even in the moons he slept here, Sunstar had not learned of them at all; his heart so liked to keep his secrets). Then he turns.

He sits with his face to the moonlight and his tail curling over his paws. A long shadow stretches back towards Wolfsong's nest. Though there is no seeing it, his eyes are closed to the camp before him. The expanse of his clanmates' sides, rising and falling in quiet measure, still pierce the backs of his eyes. Should he think too hard on it they are a half-moon before. Scorchstreak and Bluepool rest in their shared nest. Gracklestep haunts their camp like an enigma. Cygnetstare appears, half a ghost, in the corner of his vision. Grief splits him straight through. "Do you consider me cruel?"
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𝐈 𝐆𝐄𝐓 πŒπ„π€π 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐌 ππ„π‘π•πŽπ”π’ β•± ( π‹πˆπŠπ„ 𝐀 𝗕𝐀𝐃 πƒπŽπ† ) γ€š 06.03 γ€› πŸŸ’α¨’
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  • β†Ÿ 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.

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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 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.
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β”€β”€α¨’β†Ÿβ†Ÿα¨’β†Ÿα¨’β†Ÿβ†Ÿα¨’β”€β”€ He was not pretending at first. Asleep? No. He does not sleep as often or for as long as he probably should, but he was trying to, for once. He thought if he simply imitated sleep long enough it would claim him, and if it was merciful, he would not dream. At first, he thinks it has partly worked, and that the familiar scent and voice are all in his unconscious mind, reaching for what he has missed for what feels like an age. But if it was a dream, would he feel so weary still? Would a headache tap at his temples and eyelids? Would his bones feel so restless?

It is not a dream. Sunstar is here, within his den, speaking to him, and Wolfsong stumbles to his paws, lifted by what is not quite hope, but what could be hope. He sits with his back to Wolfsong, and he struggles for words, for anything he might say. Sunstar called him Ellisif, but he could not feel further from that person, who had Sunnvar's total confidence. He does not find his tongue before Sunstar does, and the question makes knots of the thrumming strings pulsing in his chest.

"Never," he rasps, as he half-falls, half-lunges forward, though he hesitates a tail's length from him, afraid that with a touch, he might dissipate like smoke. "Where have you learned such a notion? What has clawed such doubt into you?"
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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.
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  • β€” β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜†β˜† 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.
    β€” β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜†β˜† 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..."
  • β€” β˜…β˜†β˜†β˜†β˜† 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."
    β€” β˜…β˜†β˜†β˜†β˜† 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.
  • β€” β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… 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.
    β€” β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜†β˜† 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.
  • β€” β˜…β˜†β˜†β˜†β˜† POISONS: It's best if you avoid eating anything unfamiliar to youβ€” it's probably just as unfamiliar to Wolfsong. The best he can do is offer you yarrow and sit with you.
    β€” β˜…β˜…β˜†β˜†β˜† 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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