private 𝗕𝐘 𝐀 𝗕𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 ╱ 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐀𝐖

[SUNNVAR]

He does not so much as look at Wolfsong in the days that pass. Since Bearflight's vigil, and his clan's return from across the gorge, he has avoided him beyond necessity. A touch that he had once leaned into, now met with numbness. Measured across where his leg once was; a leg that had been lost through his infallible heart's fault. Snakehiss spoke of Wolfsong's faith in him. All that would not be shared through the burdensome net of love, and trust. But not even he could know the truth of it. Had any of them said what they had intended to, perhaps this all might have been spared. StarClan did not lunge for his throat. They did not intend to punish him. They had warned him, they had thought to protect him from this fate. And now they stand separated. A piece of him, lost forever.

Something far beyond a useless leg.

But that does not mean he can rid himself of the golden tom for an eternity. They still share far too much. He sees his eyes in their shared kin, hears his tongue in each sharpened word that they pass on. Featherpaw is most like him, he thinks. Though Sunlitpaw shares his softer parts, those hardened eyes and bitter voice pull him back to the many arguments they had once spat between each other. Each time that he looks upon him. . . a reminder. His gaze lingers upon the back of her spine. The pinkened scar, well-healed now, but a visceral reminder of what had once become of him. "Did your ðir every tell you what became of his eye?" He does not know what it is about Bearflight's loss that spurs him to speak of what he had refused for so long, yet it feels more important with each passing day that they know. That they remember. If he cannot return to his father, he does not wish for them to abandon him the same.

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

• OOC. @FEATHERPAW
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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

• "speech"

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[FEATHERSPINE]

As steely as they always were, Featherpaw's eyes noticeably glimmered with a softned in the presence of family. Relief still ran her through, beneath the bleeding grief of losing Bearflight, that Sunstar was alive- that he had died and yet lived. A leader's blessing- he realised very well that his peers would not view the death of a parent in the same way. Still... he was observant enough to notice some distance between his parents since... and the source of it, Featherpaw could only place at the loss of Sunstar's leg.

Past that, she knew nothing... and for once, was not interested in prying. He worried he may find spines there, if he dared to look. And worry was ill-befitting... fretfulness like this, she'd rather purge it, guard herself.

As ever, though, her father's love for her was unwavering- she felt it radiating from him like the day-star he was names from, even in these moments of quiet- even as his voice dipped into graver thoughts. An injury, plainly carved across Wolfsong's face... unmissable when looking at him. There was no hiding that mar... Featherpaw could make sure she was always looking at her opponent, always in control, and they would never see the injury across her spine- but Wolfsong had not that luxury.

And yet, he was strong nonetheless."No, never..." Featherpaw murmured, looking to her father with unwavering eyes of yellow. He tried to cut the misery that lingered after losing Bearflight out of his voice, but traces remained there. "Is it something you want to speak of?" Her tone was piercing, and yet... it held within it a soft curiosity, a want to know, if it was being offered.​

✦ penned by pin​