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[SUNNVAR]

Exhausted. Crumbling. The rain still drizzles down upon the bridge that Sunstar approaches, his gait weak– barely a limp, pathetic and slow. He knows that he should be resting, but as his clan cleans camp and prepares a grave, he does not think himself capable of remaining. A moment more beside the burnt remains of his home and his family and he may burst. Phantom steps distract him. A paw that will never again touch earth, but one that is still felt in the recesses of his mind. His claws digging in. The curving of muscle and rippling of tender fur. The rocks he would feel in between his toes are more prevalent now than they had been in the moons before. Is that not the truth of everything?

That you will feel it more in absence and in memory?

He is a cat of words and action both. He had found it necessary, at the time, to pull WindClan from Sootstar's leash. They could trust him, he tried to assure them. They would get through this, together. But there is no hope of this now. Not when Sunstar himself had limped through death's maw with mere seconds to spare, and not all of him had been saved. Not all of his clan, his heart, or his life. All they may do now is make the best of these remnants.

An upturned gaze sends droplets of water to his whiskers and into his eyes. The weight of them should make him flinch, but he does not. Instead they gather, silvery pieces of StarClan, and slowly droop to the ends. A drip, and a splash into puddle and dirt, and eventually to the carved wood of the bridge. How far does their border reach? Where does one clan end and another begin? In a time such as this, the scent markers blur with his thoughts. A blanket of fuzz runs beneath the rain. Sunstar stops about halfway, perhaps a bit before, with a vacant look to his eyes. Most of the ash has been washed from his pelt in streaks of tears (both his own and the stars') and he is slicked to the bone. Fragile.

Even his voice is pathetic for a tom who typically roars. Nearby eyes barely fall to him before he rasps, "The fire has ceased. WindClan is safe to return home."

⋆ 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄  ╱╱ 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝗕𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐋 〚 04.17.2024 〛 𖤓ᨒ

• OOC. accompanied by @Addervenom @whitedawn and @PINKPAW !! didn't remember until After i wrote this thread that they haven't seen sun like this before so congrats you get to see mr ghost leg like it's no big deal from him!
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  SUNSTAR. WINDCLAN LEADER.  ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆
  ——– AMAB HE - HIM - HIS ╱╱ 4+ YEARS OLD.

  NPC x NPC,. MATE TO WOLFSONG; FATHER TO ONE LITTER WITH HIM. MENTORING RIVEPAW.
  
  TH ╱╱ A LARGE, SCARRED CHOCOLATE AND WHITE ROSETTE TABBY TOM WITH SEAGLASS EYES

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[Addervenom]

In his haste to assist Cottonpaw with the ushering of precious herbs to Riverclan, he'd completely missed Sunstar's reappearance before Windclan. He missed Scorchstreak's brief coronation, Bearpaw's unfortunate end, and the initial trickle of Starclan's merciful rain. Now, the fire has been quenched. But as he marches beside his former mentor, his current leader, Addervenom sees little more than a broken man. Crippled with grief and riddled with disdain. Their circumstances were grim. The moors charred and blackened without an ounce of life to decorate it. How much more would Windclan suffer?

His carmine gaze traveled to the phantom leg, now rendered a mere stump of marred flesh and his jaw tightened. It was a far cry from the powerful limb that once was. He didn't understand how, nor why, Sunstar proceeded to promote Scorchstreak to deputy after practically leaving him to die. He would have been livid beyond imagination if he were in the rosette male's paws. Where was her loyalty? Yet a voice within his mind whispers "Where was your's?" An image of his mother fighting tooth and nail to the bitter end blossomed in his mind. Watching as Sunstar struck the final killing blow. Where had his loyalty to Sootstar been in that moment?

Gritting his teeth, the brute paused to shake his dripping pelt. Ridding himself of the watery soot that clung to him and hopefully, the thoughts plaguing his mind along it with. His eyes then drift to the ivory molly appointed at Sunstar's opposite side and breathes a low huff of relief to see her unharmed from the blaze. Although selfish, he would prefer it to be Bearpaw's grave the clan was digging than Whitedawn's. As the bridge stood within sight the chocolate tabby slowed to a militant halt. ​

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[LAKEMOON]

.·:*¨༺ ☾ ༻¨*:·. Sheltering the enemy who happened to be Riverclans neighbor had naturally set prickles of unease along Lakemoons spine when their presence was first made known. It was irrational discomfort, brought by memories of their makeshift camp being ravaged and the two bundles of her flesh and blood that now occupied camp. Logically, Lakemoon knew that that had been a different time, under a different leader. Still, she’ll never forget the presence of golden fur that night, the same pelt that stood at the head of the moorland clan, now.
The rain is harsh as it splattered against her nose and drips from her whiskers, but seeing a blackened and battered Sunstar rigidly stood on the bridge brings Lakemoon forward with the rest of her patrol.
The leaders state was truly pitiful, but would Lakemoon look any different if she was in the toms paws?
Windclan is safe to return home.
Relief eases an invisible weight from the lanky mollys shoulders, but her expression is stone. Azure eyes flicker to the two warriors and apprentice that flank their leader, and Lakemoon finds herself wrestling with the pang of empathy for a heartbeat. Stars knew Riverclan had been forced from their home more than once, many still bore the scars. It was not Lakemoons place to speak anything more than extending a few parting words, so Riverclanner gives a curt nod as she speaks,”May Starclan make Windclans recovery swift.”

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  ⭃ lanky blue tabby with low white and navy blue eyes and a slightly twisted right hind leg. A large facial scar stretches from her right brow to her left cheek, and another crosses at her chest and stretches down the length of her stomach.
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[PINKSHINE]

They'd come here not too long ago... And already, she was back, this time on the heels of her leader, with drooping whiskers and wet fur— all of them. Only he lacked a leg though. Even though it didn't bleed anymore, she felt bad whenever she looked at it. She was a little bit glad she hadn't realized what had happened when she saw it. A tuft of Sunstar's fur, is what she had thought. She knew what beasts liked to do is eat and eat, but never had she realized just how it would look...

She tries to at least be the lead sad looking cat on the patrol, and its a bit hard to do, even if her other three patrolmates weren't really smiling. Her nose still stings, even as the fire was put out. She still breathed in smoke, her eyes still threatened to water, but she smiles, even if its only a small one.

They would be WindClan again. She always wanted to be WindClan, after what Sootstar did. They would never split again... if she had anything to say about it, which, she did. Her tail gives a half - hearted wave to RiverClan. " Thank you, RiverClan... " she had the manners to say, and she really meant it.​

 

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CLAIM THE BURIAL I SEEK IN DREAMS FLOWING RIVER CEMETARY ✧

• The presence of more cats in the territory should've made it feel suffocating... all sides filled to the brim, all but bursting with life. They are not friends that live in the copse... and if she'd been given half the chance to tell them no, WindClan wouldn't have been so fortunate to have a safe place to lick their wounds. The fire that burns in the expanses of heather and gorse has dwindled with the rain's blessing, not unlike the hissing embers of the blue molly's fury.
  
  It is delicately decorated in the smell of catmint lent in good faith... The promise of a recovery of RiverClan's own, even if it had not been admitted as such a dire request. Sunstar stands as representation of that honest-hearted will and maybe... maybe his offers towards a kinder relationship between the two clans is sincere. Maybe he is not still Sootstar's pawn in all the ways she originally feared.
  
  It doesn't excuse the past... will not undo it... but it's a start.
  
  Eyes do not dare linger on the missing fragment of him... The tip of a tattering ear growing hot under the memory of its loss. It is not even half so cruel as his misfortune. "StarClan watches over you," is all she can think to say... that they might be plucked from the infernos of the fields and spared. That he might stand before them with one less limb and survive despite it.
  
  It's nothing short of a miracle... The sun came back... after it left the sky... Maybe that had been the intention... the focus... rather than the short time with which it had disappeared. Moonpaw had said something far different though... perhaps the worst was yet to come still for Sunstar.
  
  "Travel home safely..." Because it would not be RiverClan to attack them under the false pretense of safe passage on their territory. That would be WindClan's reputation and burden alone to repent for.
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[Gladefrost]

After a day or two of Windclan arriving, she had collapsed and hadn't been able to help them around to help either her clan or those who were injured in the Beech Copse. It felt good to stretch her legs after being confined to the medicine day for four days straight, and the mysterious disappearance of Smokestar at the gorge with Lichentail rattled and leaving Riverclan without their king. Her chambray gaze spots Lakemoon, Lichentail and Windclanners whom she recognized one as Sunstar. His appearance and aura no lonely radiated the one who proudly wore the crown of 'Sunstar', he was a husk of the man he once was.

He stood looking similar to a dimmed star, a missing leg with a unkempt appearance and his voice no longer similar to that of the sun's radiance that lead Windclan. Her gaze shifts from the rosette tabby as she glances at her clanmates, observing their reactions and this time: Lichentail no longer had that disgusted and angry expression that stiffened her face this time. Perhaps, she had no energy to reflect after dealing with the loss of their own star. "Take it easy and recover well, Windclan." Trout would respond softly as she shuffles lightly, her dark ears flicking. Her once exhausted appearance was refreshed, a faint scent of medicine lingering on her coat: the harsh eyebags no longer haunting her vibrant chambray blue eyes.

Troutsnout hopes for the best of Windclan, so that everyone can recover after all the loss and learn to move forward with life and be happy once more. She had met new friends and acquittances from those who stayed in the Beech Copse, however, one had caught her particular attention which was Slateheart. They were similar in certain ways that she couldn't relate with anyone else in Riverclan, it was ironic. The two of them were two peas in a pod of personality, loved to work and found happiness in their work and he helped her understand that it was okay to look at the little moments in life at times too.

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[slateheart]

Slateheart feels StarClan-blessed. His paws carry him sorely, but hold him nonetheless. Miraculously, he is recovered by the time the rain comes. For the first time, he savors each droplet of water that falls from the sky. In his heart, he knows, WindClan's fires will be quenched.

Sunstar's arrival would have brought a quick smile on Slateheart's face if not for the weakened tone of his leader. He hears the tom's pain before he sees him - before he sees his missing arm, his weary face. Stars, what happened to you? he'd think, wearing a hard-set frown as he regards Sunstar with an uncertain gaze. Whatever happened, Slateheart was not there to help. The guilt of such would not easily go away.

They are to return home, and for that, he's grateful. But, first.. the tom seeks out a familiar face in the group of cats, RiverClan and WindClan alike as new acquaintances bid goodbye and give their thanks. Troutsnout's russet colors stand out against the dull, rainy landscape, and he soon makes his way over, excusing himself from the short reunion between WindClan and their leader.

"Troutsnout. I hope you are well," Slateheart greets, dipping his head - was that the scent of herbs coming off her pelt? He feels.. awkward, and strange, regarding a RiverClanner as a friend. Letting himself be so vulnerable in front of one. But he would not let his misgivings get in the way of gratitude. "Thank you for your hospitality. I will not forget it." He wears a smile, and feels the anticipation of home make way into his restless legs. RiverClan has saved them the day they took them in; had they not, Slateheart might not have seen the moors save for the star-speckled view that StarClan holds. Many of them were apprehensive of their presence, perhaps understandably so; but Troutsnout made herself a friend, kept him company. They taught each other to rest and relax, even if it was short-lived for both of them.

Allowing his smile to widen with excitement, Slateheart turns and waves his tail to the RiverClan molly. "Goodbye," he mews, and with that, he begins his trot back over to Sunstar. To WindClan - home.
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CHARACTER INFORMATION — ♡ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ♡ — OUT OF CHARACTER

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  slate slatepaw slatetooth SLATEHEART
  ━━ MOOR-RUNNER WARRIOR of WINDCLAN
  ━━ 23 MOONS,, ages every 6th
  ━━ LYNXTOOTH xx ADELAIDE xx SILVERFOOT
  ━━ SIBLING to GRAVELSNAP and ASHPAW
  ━━ MATE to none | PARENT to none
  ━━ MENTOR to none | MENTORED by LYNXTOOTH​
  ━━ HEALTH ♥︎♥︎♥︎♡♡ | recovering from burn wounds and suffering frequent breathing issues due to smoke inhalation.
  
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[RATTLEHEART]

AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE — Realistically, Rattleheart knew that it hadn't been that long since they had all ended up taking shelter in Riverclan's temporary Beech Copse camp. If it had been, then all of Windclan surely would've been swallowed up wholly by the encroaching twoleg flames. Instead they were hobbling along, yet somehow still alive. Literally, it seemed, in the case of their once proud leader. The familiar form of Sunstar looked broken down and withered, standing yet wilted as he announced that they would be able to return to their home. Rattleheart's tired gaze scanned over him, hesitating on the glaring absence that stuck out from everything else. "What... happened?" In any other circumstances, they would've hesitated. Waited until they were all back within the safety - safety, it felt ridiculous to think now - of Windclan's camp. For the sake of not exposing any weakness.

But Riverclan had already seen Windclan at their worst. They had already harbored the clan in their state of emergency, and there was little reason to try and hide their concern, at least in the tunneler's mind.

Still, regardless of how frozen they felt by Sunstar's newest massive injury, they knew they couldn't stay in Riverclan's Beech Copse camp any longer. They doubted Lichentail would ever allow such a thing, not to mention how they yearned to return to the nursery. As kind as Riverclan had been to allow them in the first place, Rattleheart couldn't deny how they missed their new nest. The one they had built while trying to look towards the future with hope, even as the sky filled with smoke. They could only thank Starclan for the rain, the miracle that meant their kits would be able to born within the territory of their home proper.

Trudging slowly forward, there was a weak smile on their muzzle as they spotted Pinkpaw, leaning down to touch their nose lightly to the top of her ear. "Pinkpaw... I'm glad that you're alright. You'll help me get home, right?" There was a soft and teasing edge to the queen's words, hoping to lighten the usually bright apprentice's mood at least a little. There was a moment of hesitation before they turned back towards the Riverclanners that had come to see them off, words slightly forced but no less genuine for it. "Thank you for your help, Riverclan. We may not have survived without you." Rattleheart intended on remembering Smokestar's - seemingly - last act whenever their relations with Riverclan came up in the future.

THE RIGHTEOUS HAND OF GOD 𓆩♡𓆪 THE DEVIL THAT YOU FORGOT

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  ❥ longhaired black and white tom with pale green eyes
  ❥ 51 moons old; ages the 1st every month
  ❥ afab; uses he/she/they pronouns
  ❥ homosexual homoromantic; mated to venomstrike
  ❥ sibling to scorchstreak, lizardbounce, and rabbitclaw
  ❥ currently mentoring downypaw
  ❥ somewhat difficult to befriend; wary but kind
  ❥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ❥ all opinions are ic

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