private BUNNY ╱ NORTHWEST PASSAGE ´ˎ˗

[SUNNVAR]

Whether it is a result of circumstance or recent memory (Marmotpaw's bite most prominently on his mind), curiosity has ensnared Sunstride's mind as of late. He is out in the territory as he so often is, alone in his momentary hunt. Adderpaw will join him shortly and they will begin the day's work, but for now there is lazy peace. Yet it is without the routine he typically finds. Today, his seaglass eyes are drawn...downwards, and outwards, to the holes that he typically skirts over aside from a search for prey. At times he has worked with a tunneler who flushes rabbits from beneath the surface: that is the extent of his knowledge in the tunnels. What was life like beneath there? Unlike the apprentices born to these moors, there had never been an opportunity to so much as glance beneath the surface. Too broad were his shoulders, and too tall was his head.

So when he hears the rustling of someone or something returning to the surface, the lead warrior crouches in wait. If it is a meal, that is well enough, but if it is a clanmate....And so it is. He straightens some, his head fully revealing itself from the tall grass, to look upon a face that he so rarely sees beneath the day's light. He cannot stop himself from blurting out: "What a life you must live, so rarely seeing the sun."

﹥ˏˋ〘  OOC NOTES INFORMATION 〙ˊˎ﹤

• ooc: @" BUNNYPOUNCE "
• 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"

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[► BUNNYPOUNCE.]

RUN RABBIT, RUN RABBIT, RUN RUN RUN
bunnypounce | 22 months | female | she/her | physically medium | mentally easy | attack in bold hotpink

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If there were ever a cat to be curious about, especially one of those dwelling beneath the earth, bunnypounce would certainly fit the bill. She's always been strange - born wrong, her mother had said. She'd come out not-right, with strange eyes, strange gait, and one two few paws. But she'd never really minded - it was all she'd ever known after all. Windclan is a refreshing change from the place she grew up - the smell of rot and decay, of bodily fluids, the press of cold metal against her paws and the fight to the death for scraps of food. Here, she is free - she can feel the wind on her fur, the dirt under her paws.

It's nice - even if she has to deal with the sunlight. She doesn't like the sun very much, it is too bright, dazzling in its glare, and it bites - and by that, she means that if she stays out to long she's left with painfully stringing burns across her skin that really have no other treatment but time. But even she can not dwell down below for the entirety of her life. It is a tell-tale thump-thump-thump that precedes her arrival, echoing in a similar manner to the prey she holds in her jaws- the reason her her namesake. Pale gaze flash's and squints as first her muzzle and then the rest of her head pops up, jaws wrapped tightly around the rabbit-kit.

Oh - she's not alone. A voice reaches her ears first, and she has to blink the sunglare from her gaze before realizing who it is - and how apt, to see the warrior of sun through a halo of it. "mmh-hhm-ph" she starts, only to blink in surprise that it only comes out as gibberish, before realizing she'd forgotten to let go of her catch. "The sun is mean, Bunny is not like it," she repeats, head bobbing emphatically as she sing-songs.

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