A VIOLIN WITH NO HANDS [ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ] HAWKSTRIDE

[Halfsun]

Death is as commonplace as toads on the moors. It's a simple fact that Halfsun had learned early on. Certainly the other clans had it better right? They could not be quite as unfortunate as ShadowClan seemed to be, at least. Down on their luck, beaten like dogs. One leader after the other crawling to the moonstone moon after moon and for what? When would it end? How many leaders did they have to go through before they found one that stuck. Their medicine cat though, Starlingheart. Her death had rattled her. In all her life ShadowClan had only had the one. The black and white molly with the kind smile and gentle demeanour. She had been a constant in her life since her birth, and she feels her absence like a pit deep in her stomach.

It unerves her.

But its a selfish feeling, she knows. Starlingheart may have had a paw in caring for her and her littermates after her mothers passing, but she had not been kin to her. Starlinghearts real flesh and blood were abundant enough, the grief weighing heavily in their faces whenever she looked at them. They did not need hers as well to add to the weight. Her claws curl into the mud and out as she thinks about that badger, still likely lumbering around somewhere on the moors. If she were a windclanner, she would scour every corner of them looking for that monster, she would drive it right from her territory and ensure it never hurt another cat again. But she's not in WindClan. She's here, stuck in this miserable swamp watching cats around her drop like flies.

Her tongue swipes across her lips as she looks at her sparring partner. Hawkstride had actually approached her asking for a duel. Perhaps he was like her and he needed an outlet for whatever he was feeling regarding his aunts premature voyage to the stars. It didn't matter the reason, Halfsun was always happy to oblige.

The black and white tom is as scarred as his aunt, living proof of the fact that ShadowClan was safer at least than wherever he had come from. Halfsun doesn't know much about it, the world outside of the clans, and she can't say she has ever cared to learn much. Why should she? Everything she cared about was here, in this forest, after all. But still "You get into a lot of fights out there?" she asks as she stretches her limbs in preparation.

Then she begins to circle.

She keeps low to the ground, a playful smile dancing on her lips as she eyes him like prey, planning the best spot to strike. Almost lazily, she darts forward, aiming to gently tap the top of the scarred warriors nose with a sheathed paw, waiting to see what he would do so she could get a handle on the way he moved, the way he fought. The easiest cat to fight was one you knew, she thinks, images of a certain flame point flooding her mind.

// Rolled a 2 for attack @HAWKSTRIDE

( ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ) smile for me when you set me free

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  HALFSUN SHADOWCLAN WARRIOR; SHE / HER ; SISTER TO APPLEJAW, ASHENFALL, SWANSONG, GARLICHEART, AND LAURELGRIN
  

  A tall and well-toned she cat with a long half-and half pelt, one side being a dark blue tabby and the other a bright cream, split by a pool of white at her center and travelling up her face like flames she is fire and ice simultaneously swirling into one. Her eyes are a mismatched shade of blue, with one being bright like the daytime sky and the other dark like the depths of the river.

  ✦ Difficult in battle + a skilled fighter