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His head is ducked low to a piece of prey, half-finished and cooling beneath his narrowed gaze. One claw skims across the barn's hard floor, carving an invisible line in what once would have been dirt. "No," he murmurs thoughtfully, the echoing silence of this place still strange to his twitching ears. "Not all of our warriors may fit through the tunnels, and Sootstar has proven her pointβ they remain her domain; we will not find our way back so easily." Weaselclaw had feared them before his death. Though he had walked through caves and hid himself from a burning sun, Sunstride had never been to a space so clearly impossible as WindClan's tunnels. In the brief moments he had ducked his head into the damp dark, his whiskers had touched either end and his heart quickened within his chest. His shoulders surely would not have been allowed past its tightening entrance, and his paws were not nearly as nimble as a tunneler's must be. Pressing down upon him, against himβ he'd known the warrior's fear in that moment.
They would not conquer it now.
"We will have to meet them fairly. Draw them from the tunnels as best we can, or send our own to meet them there. Would Sootstar seek to face me directly when we return?" Musings take his voice low again, the claw ceasing its quiet drag to become his whole paw, sweeping dust and hay from the ground beneath them. "She thinks herself invincible, but so too does she see her warriors as dispensable. I worry she will not face us there, and that StarClan will never forgive her continued life." That their own were to be sacrificed does not escape him. He knows that it would be foolish of him to think them invincible. More would die as they did in their escape, and that is not so terrible a way to go in his own eyes. But there would be no forcing his warriors to see things the same way. Not when they had families to mourn for; not when he would mourn his own, if worse happened to them. He exhales heavily, and briefly closes his eyes.
They would not conquer it now.
"We will have to meet them fairly. Draw them from the tunnels as best we can, or send our own to meet them there. Would Sootstar seek to face me directly when we return?" Musings take his voice low again, the claw ceasing its quiet drag to become his whole paw, sweeping dust and hay from the ground beneath them. "She thinks herself invincible, but so too does she see her warriors as dispensable. I worry she will not face us there, and that StarClan will never forgive her continued life." That their own were to be sacrificed does not escape him. He knows that it would be foolish of him to think them invincible. More would die as they did in their escape, and that is not so terrible a way to go in his own eyes. But there would be no forcing his warriors to see things the same way. Not when they had families to mourn for; not when he would mourn his own, if worse happened to them. He exhales heavily, and briefly closes his eyes.
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- OOC. he's talking to @WOLFSONG but this isn't pafp!
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SUNSTRIDE. WINDCLAN DEPUTY & MOOR RUNNER.
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