- Dec 17, 2022
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"Have you heard," he begins, "that the birds grow far larger in the mountains?" Those that know the leader's stories will recognize the glint in his eyes and in his fangs as he smiles. Faux lightheartedness: there is nothing to this comment but the flat truth of it. The birds are large. As if a kitten's curiosity or his own love for a story could ever let it simply lie there. His paw sweeps across the prey that he eats, lips parting to carefully pluck one feather from the ouzel's white-tipped wing. The flight feather drifts upwards and then down as it rides his puff of breath. Slowly, to the earth before him and the kittens that eagerly await his every word. He allows a few voices to clamor in question before he continues on. "They are mighty, these birds — their feathers as long as my tail, each talon a fang upon their toes."
His own paw flexes to bare curved claws. Larger than the kitten's, but to a bird like the one that he describes now, he is little more than a kitten himself. With his paw still stretched wide, he curls his grip around his prey. "I have seen them dive to the earth and take their prey into the air with them. To soar into the clouds and vanish among the stars. I cannot imagine their fate." The bird is lifted and dropped, only a few inches, and Sunstar plucks another feather– this one is tucked into @sunlitpaw's tail in stark contrast. "I have seen them lift fish as large as an apprentice straight from the water. Wriggling still within a grip far stronger than any RiverClanner's. They cannot be fought, these birds– not the way that we may fight foxes, or dogs. They are too far above our head, and we are easy prey."
His gaze glints as he lowers his head, the sparse grass tickling his chin as he grins. "But they are not free from a fight with one another."
His own paw flexes to bare curved claws. Larger than the kitten's, but to a bird like the one that he describes now, he is little more than a kitten himself. With his paw still stretched wide, he curls his grip around his prey. "I have seen them dive to the earth and take their prey into the air with them. To soar into the clouds and vanish among the stars. I cannot imagine their fate." The bird is lifted and dropped, only a few inches, and Sunstar plucks another feather– this one is tucked into @sunlitpaw's tail in stark contrast. "I have seen them lift fish as large as an apprentice straight from the water. Wriggling still within a grip far stronger than any RiverClanner's. They cannot be fought, these birds– not the way that we may fight foxes, or dogs. They are too far above our head, and we are easy prey."
His gaze glints as he lowers his head, the sparse grass tickling his chin as he grins. "But they are not free from a fight with one another."
- OOC. @sheepkit @gravekit (& sunni!!)
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SUNSTAR. LEADER OF WINDCLAN. ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆
——– HE – HIM – HIS ╱╱ 48+ MOONS OLD, ADULT.NPC, MOUNTAIN CATS. MATE TO WOLFSONG; FATHER TO BEARPAW, SINGEDPAW, RIVEPAW, SUNLITPAW AND FEATHERPAW. MENTORING RIVEPAW.
TH ╱╱ A LARGE, FRESHLY SCARRED CHOCOLATE AND WHITE ROSETTE TABBY TOM WITH SEAGLASS BLUE EYES -
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