Beneath the moon's silver glow, Sunstar's pelt is dampened to an aged brass, its golden hues shifted blue and green. He seems every bit a wraith, still haunted by grief and gauntness. The space below where he stands on the rock is empty once more — Scorchstreak had refused to come, and the other warriors beneath him are scarce, carefully chosen. His dark eyes scan them from atop the rock and land for a moment upon Featherspine, then Wolfsong. (Does it mean anything to you? His gaze snaps away.)
"We should begin the Gathering now," he murmurs, more to the leaders than to the crowd, but steps forward to command everyone's attention. StarClan does not strike lightning down upon this rock for a second time, and so he allows himself to speak.
"This moon, WindClan mourns three of its warriors. Gracklestep, Cygnetstare, and Bluepool joined our ancestors among the stars." Whatever the other clans may wish to say of what they had done, he speaks this with brazen certainty. His eyes remain on the crowd, but his attention shifts towards Lichenstar, as if he may hear whatever gaze the RiverClanner lays upon him. "Two of them are dead at RiverClan paws. Gracklestep left signs of a struggle upon their border, cat fur along the bridge, yet Bluepool was lost to the gorge. There remains nothing of her that we may bury." A deep, shuddering breath exits him in a gust.
"Our clan remains on the cusp of starvation. What was meant to be a season of plenty has granted us kits but diminishing prey, lean and dusted with ash. Before you hear the other clans speak of what we have done," he spits that word with violence, "know that my warriors turned only to places they knew to be plentiful. The river feeds RiverClan throughout the seasons, and ShadowClan spoke of bountiful frogs. I did not know their plans as they departed, but I knew that they would do what must be done to ensure that our clan did not starve. What kindness RiverClan showed us died at Lichenstar's orders." Still he does not look upon the she-cat. He breathes deeply and turns from the rock, before whatever cries of rage and disbelief that may come at him now.
Tiredly, coldly, he steps back to allow for it ."Nothing more from my clan."
"We should begin the Gathering now," he murmurs, more to the leaders than to the crowd, but steps forward to command everyone's attention. StarClan does not strike lightning down upon this rock for a second time, and so he allows himself to speak.
"This moon, WindClan mourns three of its warriors. Gracklestep, Cygnetstare, and Bluepool joined our ancestors among the stars." Whatever the other clans may wish to say of what they had done, he speaks this with brazen certainty. His eyes remain on the crowd, but his attention shifts towards Lichenstar, as if he may hear whatever gaze the RiverClanner lays upon him. "Two of them are dead at RiverClan paws. Gracklestep left signs of a struggle upon their border, cat fur along the bridge, yet Bluepool was lost to the gorge. There remains nothing of her that we may bury." A deep, shuddering breath exits him in a gust.
"Our clan remains on the cusp of starvation. What was meant to be a season of plenty has granted us kits but diminishing prey, lean and dusted with ash. Before you hear the other clans speak of what we have done," he spits that word with violence, "know that my warriors turned only to places they knew to be plentiful. The river feeds RiverClan throughout the seasons, and ShadowClan spoke of bountiful frogs. I did not know their plans as they departed, but I knew that they would do what must be done to ensure that our clan did not starve. What kindness RiverClan showed us died at Lichenstar's orders." Still he does not look upon the she-cat. He breathes deeply and turns from the rock, before whatever cries of rage and disbelief that may come at him now.
Tiredly, coldly, he steps back to allow for it ."Nothing more from my clan."
- ooc: since sun won't say it icly, YAYYY for rattleheart and mintshade kits, AND yay rowanpaw and gravepaw!
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↟ 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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"speech"