pafp ANOTHER VERSION OF ME // PROPOSITION

[juncoclaw]

Being prisoner was tolerable at first - Junco couldn't deny that she enjoyed the free food, the healing, and Cottonsprig's company, even at the cost of the scrutiny. But it had grown old quickly, especially in the absence of the soft-furred medicine cat. Her legs began to ache from lack of use, and her appetite began to wane as her activity slowed. Not to mention, as tough as she may try to seem, it was.. hard, to be so hated.

Worst of all was that there was no end in sight. The furthest she's gotten, under supervision, was the sun-warmed pool; and even that trip was cut short as Bluefrost sprained her paw. She's scarcely been out since, and she couldn't help but wonder if she was simply forgotten. How long until she is no longer fed, and left to die, as a result of it?

Junco has to get out. She's begged, she's bargained; and nothing has quite worked her way yet. But there is a new idea in mind, as sickness plagues WindClan's warriors. A few days were spent denying the food that was presented to her, with the explicit offer to give it to someone who needs it more. Denying the check-ins on her eye, as well, for Wolfsong and his new apprentice have much dire circumstances to attend to. All in favor of building up to this - a final attempt at being more than just a prisoner, so that she may not still be stuck in this stupid hole by the time Cottonsprig comes home.

A flash of gold moves past the burrow, and Junco sticks her head out. "Sunstar," she beckons urgently, but not harshly. Should the leader turn her way, she'd continue to speak the words she had rehearsed through the past few days of contemplating. 'Your warriors still feed me, even while your formidable hunters fall ill." Her gaze narrows, to emphasis the dire of the situation. He should know what she's getting at by now, surely - so she will cut to the chase. "I will no longer eat your valuable prey for free. I would like to hunt for your Clan. For your sickened warriors, apprentices and kits. I beg you let me serve a purpose to you at last - to repay my debt and atone for my evils. I have been a leech for far too long." Your cats are at their most vulnerable, and yet I lay dormant. How much longer much it take to convince you? she longs to challenge, but fears the daring tone may be off-putting, and ruin her attempt.


// please wait for @SUNSTAR !

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  speech is #6a7d8a
  

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• JUNCOCLAW ✩ prisoner of windclan
  ⭃ she/her ━ afab ━ 17 moons
  ⭃ a long-haired blue/silver tabby with green eyes, one blind.
  ⭃ penned by ixora ↛ @.ixora on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[SUNNVAR]

✧₊⁺ ️️️ ️️╱ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ What a life they lead within WindClan, that he might say he has more important things to worry of than their prisoner. A traitor, who fled the moors in search of something she could never have gotten and returned in the heat of battle for something her clan could never understand: unimportant. With the illness that ravages their territory, a wound ever-so-slowly cauterized, and the deaths that DuskClan had left them with even since their raid upon this camp. . . while not wholly forgotten, Junco is a cat that he does not concern himself with but in moments of bitter reflection. She chose a good cat to speak to on this. With every passing day, he grows more and more aware of the drain that these cats were upon his clan. Lungwortkit, Buck– Junco.

The reminder of her presence makes the fur along his spine prick, but he turns cautious seaglass eyes to her nonetheless. He had heard tale of her refusal these last few days, and while it had not fully settled in as something that would garner respect, or trust, he will admit to thoughts of good riddance. That will be much the same for all of this. The silvery feline requests freedom once more. Not to walk about and enjoy their territory. To work. Both desires come intertwined and inseparable, this he knows. Walking about in search of a rabbit's trail was still a walk; distance from camp on a hunt was still distance she could use to flee. And in this moment of contemplation, Sunstar only thinks: good riddance. Should she hunt or should she flee, WindClan would still be rid of her. So what if she turned to DuskClan once more? They would come nonetheless.

"I worry more for the use of my warriors, days spent guarding your den rather than tending to their duties," he scoffs, and sits down so that his remaining paw might lift to wave off the poor soul that now watches. "Go. For all the wrong she has done, in this she speaks true: there is no purpose in this now."

𝐈 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐌 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐒 ╱ ️️️ ( 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝗕𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐆 ) ️️️ ️️️ ⌞06.17⌝ 🟒ᨒ

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  ✧₊⁺ ️️️ ️️╱ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ OOC. anyone can be the cat guarding her!
  

  

  ᯓ✧ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑. SUNSTRIDE. SUNNVAR.
  ᯓ✧ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ MASC ️️️ & ️️️ AMAB, ️️️ HE – HIM – HIS.
  ᯓ✧ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ SECOND LEADER OF ️️️ WINDCLAN.
  ᯓ✧ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ NINE LIVES: ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆̴͖̻̌͛ ⋆̵̼͈̐̿̓̏͝ ⋆̶̬́̀

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  a large chocolate and white rosette tom with seaglass eyes. the first thing many see when looking at sunstar now is not his proud posture or boxy build, but the scarred stump that remains of his front left leg. a wound that would have killed most other cats took one of his lives; not even starclan could repair it.
  
  
  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 much to prove.

• "speech"

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[SEDGEPOUNCE]

Guard-duty. Arduous as it is boring. Sedgepounce bakes aimlessly in the sun as Juncoclaw shifts and churns in the burrow beside him, muttering to herself in the dull, grubby echo of her cell. Is she so restless because she's hungry? The mouse she'd declined earlier has already been reclaimed by a hungry apprentice somewhere, and even the most tenderhearted of WindClanners have been cowed from offering her seconds. Now that Cottonsprig isn't around to baby her, she's been awfully resistant to basic care. It doesn't annoy him as much as it does baffle him.

For the tenth time in the last few minutes, Juncoclaw rustles around. Sedge's pelt is overheated from the unabashed sunrays beating over camp. It's not an issue Junco even has to deal with, confined to her cool, shaded burrow. A spike of irritation pierces through him—he turns, either to ask what's wrong or to tell her to stop. But before he can decide, Sunstar's there.

Sedgepounce looks between Sunstar and Juncoclaw, her wavering determination and his cold apathy. It's a side of their leader that Sedgepounce is seeing more than ever now. Or maybe Sunstar's always been like this, and he's just never noticed before.

"For real?" Sedgepounce blurts. Despite the doubt riddled across his face, he will not be the one to question Sunstar's authority, so he nonetheless obliges. A step to the side leaves Juncoclaw free to crawl from her prison. And maybe she's really being honest. Maybe she'll just run. Or maybe she'll take any inch of freedom to attack someone out there in the moor, for no reason other than that she can.

Sedgepounce stares at her. The full brunt of his skepticism, too wary to be directed straight at Sunstar, instead falls to their prisoner. "So...is your hunger strike gonna make you collapse when you try to go out there?" he wonders dryly.
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[dimmingsun]

Whatever the plan had been with Junco is anyone's guess. Dimmingsun dares to admit, just for himself, that even Sunstar had not developed a proper plan for her case when he anchored her to one place... and then, everything else happened. It sapped his energy and his attention. No cat in their right mind would blame him so, but the facts are there nevertheless: a prisoner has been within the confines of their camp for moons now, like some sort of fly on the wall. If Junco is a spy, she had her chance of gaining some sensitive intel in this time.

Despite all that, Dimmingsun can't exactly find it in himself to scoff or to argue — thank the stars Sedgepounce agrees with that notion, instead of angering the sleepless beast that seems to reside within Sunstar more and more often. Junco does not feel like a threat... and that in and of itself could be a warning; proof that she had somehow wormed her way into his heart, not as something nice and sweet, but more of a pathetic lump in the corner.

Dimmingsun is not always as cruel as he deems himself to be, however. To imagine the little burrow as his home... to be denied the chance to run, to walk, to live- it is a punishment like no other.

His ear flicks as he witnesses the interaction. Would Junco run? And if so, would Sunstar commend them to follow and capture her again, or let her be whisked away by the wind? Idly, Dimmingsun remembers the words she had used when she begged for a release from her cell...

"I suppose we are about to find out-" he says, words coming out smoothly and with a trademark grin despite the turmoil inside, "-if we are worth your starvation..."
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[juncoclaw]

Sunstar hears her pleas - and he is no more emotional, just as expected. Short and sweet, right to the point. Though she is surprised to be let go, even if she hoped so, Junco cannot help but smile at the leader's words, even if they come passive aggressive. While Sedgepounce steps to the side, she crawls out of the burrow and shakes bits of dirt out of her pelt. It's been quite a while since she was let out to stretch her legs - truly neglected she was!

"Thank you," she murmurs - to Sunstar, to her guard, and for once, she means it. To Sedgepounce's outward thoughts, she merely flicks her ear. He doesn't care, she knows; it's sounds more like a bet. She wonders what the winner would get, if they were to gamble her fate. "I suppose we'll find out," she answers simply. It would be a poor fate to be found collapsed across the moor, chasing after a rabbit to feed the Clan that had kept her in a stinking burrow for - how long has it been, now? Perhaps Cottonsprig would stumble upon her corpse. Junco will just have to make sure that doesn't happen, won't she?

Dimmingsun is next to speak, one of the few warriors that doesn't seem to outwardly despise her presence - and one she finds she may get along with as well, given better circumstances. If we are worth your starvation. "Well, you were certainly worth me sitting in a stars-forsaken burrow for two moons," she jokes half-heartedly in response. "Wasn't that already decided when I jumped in here for Cottonsprig?"

A sore spot, that molly was. Junco's smile wavers, but.. she cannot focus on the past now. The future is yet to be built. A cunning liar she has been, but Junco intends to keep her word this time. What would the medicine-queen think of Junco, a full-fledged warrior (in her dreams) when she returns? The surprise she imagines upon her face makes the tabby feel giddy.

Now that she is free, and before she is restrained again, the freed-prisoner makes her leap out of camp, careful not to stumble over her own fatigued paws. I will be back, she vows. For her purpose.


// out!

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  speech is #6a7d8a
  

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• JUNCOCLAW ✩ prisoner of windclan
  ⭃ she/her ━ afab ━ 17 moons
  ⭃ a long-haired blue/silver tabby with green eyes, one blind.
  ⭃ penned by ixora ↛ @.ixora on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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