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It had taken time to drag Sunstride from the murk of his thoughts. Apathy and aching consumed him like monstrous teeth beneath his hide. There was no shaking the rot that spread to his core. Perhaps he would linger there forever, small and insignificant beneath the heating moorland sun– perhaps he would spend the remainder of his life there, drowning in his own heart. It would be a fitting end to his troubles. Then again, there were not many that would agree. As certain as the warrior may be of his own worth, not all in WindClan agreed. And he loved them dearly for it. Those prodding paws and concerned hearts had been enough to pull him from his mourning discontent, and though he is still off-kilter within the depths of WindClan, it is easier to push past when his mind may wrap itself around another thing.
He had pulled Adderpaw from his nest early in the morning, and was silent on the trek outside of camp. Morning was a peaceful time of day. When he was not asleep at the oddest hours of the night, it was even enjoyable to wake at such times. The breeze was still cool across his fur, and the glowing colors of the horizon painted their grasses. Without the chattering of a patrol or the silence of company abandoned, Sunstride has found a perfect balance to recover from all that he had lost to himself these past few days. It was as good a time as any to follow through his promise. Adderpaw was a formidable opponent, even in his young age; he deserved to have his curiosity sated. Hopefully this would not be too difficult to master.
At a corner of their territory where the grass is short, yet not without the height to tickle paws, the lead warrior stops and turns to face the younger feline. His gaze is not cold, yet the warmth is as distant as the dawn. Still, he smiles. Not quite yet himself. "Are you ready to learn what I had promised you? Perhaps you will show your siblings, the next time you spar."
He had pulled Adderpaw from his nest early in the morning, and was silent on the trek outside of camp. Morning was a peaceful time of day. When he was not asleep at the oddest hours of the night, it was even enjoyable to wake at such times. The breeze was still cool across his fur, and the glowing colors of the horizon painted their grasses. Without the chattering of a patrol or the silence of company abandoned, Sunstride has found a perfect balance to recover from all that he had lost to himself these past few days. It was as good a time as any to follow through his promise. Adderpaw was a formidable opponent, even in his young age; he deserved to have his curiosity sated. Hopefully this would not be too difficult to master.
At a corner of their territory where the grass is short, yet not without the height to tickle paws, the lead warrior stops and turns to face the younger feline. His gaze is not cold, yet the warmth is as distant as the dawn. Still, he smiles. Not quite yet himself. "Are you ready to learn what I had promised you? Perhaps you will show your siblings, the next time you spar."
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SUNSTRIDE. named for his coloration and his bold chasing of fate.
—— cis male, he - him. thirty-eight moons old. lead warrior of windclan + former rogue.
—— gay, but somewhat closeted. will not be open about his interests. single, will be so.
—— seems comparatively stranger than who he was some moons ago, serious and cool.
sunstride is broad and bold– a creature standing above most of windclan, though not a beast beyond its borders, with fur that flames red at its base and deepens to a burnt amber with every whorl and stripe. his eyes, in comparison, are a pale summer's blue, still as bold as the rest of him. - "speech"
