camp FINAL MINUTES // night time thinking

[Sunnyday]

☀ - WHILST MY HEART STILL BEATS
//I was meaning to have this thread up a week or two ago, oops.


It was odd being under the stars each and every night with no bramble weave or barn roof over his head. To be held under StarClan's gaze constantly carried with it an intensity that he wasn't used to. Maybe it was why he found himself unable to sleep that night, or rather he simply had too many worries swirling in his mind that sleep was beyond him at that time. The tom not wishing to disturb the WindClanners decided to shift to the centre of the camp so he could stargaze and groom in peace.

By now his injuries from the final conflict with Sootstar and her followers had begun to scab so he busied himself with picking away the loose tufts of fur and skin in order to tidy up his pelt the best he could. Not that his pelt was particularly pretty these days. So many scars littered his body and his time spent as a loner had only robbed his fur of its former gleam. Though those days as a loner... were they due to end or to continue? Waiting for a final decision had become a source of anxiety for him despite his best efforts to hide it, and with his wounds now near healed and WindClan finding its paws he reckoned that the final decision would come soon.

As he went to tug free another tuft of fur it elicited a yelp of pain. Embarrassment over making a noise in the middle of the night made his ears grow hot as he crouched low. He just hoped that he hadn't disturbed anyone. ​

 

[RATTLEHEART]

AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE — If someone were to ask him to be honest, Rattleheart really wouldn't be sure of how he felt about the fact that Sunnyday was still in their camp. He knew that Sunstride had extended such a kindness to the former Thunderclanner for a reason, but there was still a sense of unease that had settled into a comfortable spot within the tunneler's chest. The tabby had fought alongside them all - and for that Rattleheart was truly grateful - but there had still been a reason why Sunnyday hadn't been a member of Thunderclan anymore. A reason that had made the monochrome feline's pelt crawl in spite of his best efforts. He couldn't imagine being so rough with one's apprentice that you injured them enough to be scolded and scorned by the rest of your home, and he really wasn't sure he wanted such a cat in their midst. At the very least, he didn't want Sunnyday anywhere near any of their apprentices.

That wasn't his call to make though, and he believed that he could trust Sunstride to make a good decision.

He'd been settled in his own newly rebuilt nest with Venomstrike when he heard the pained yelp from nearby, head jerking up and green eyes blinking blearily around him in an effort to figure out where it had come from. Immediately Rattleheart's mind went to the worst possibilities, like Sootstar's loyalists having suddenly returned for a vicious attack on a clanmate. Instead though, his attention eventually fell on the sheepish looking form of Sunnyday, trying not to look too sour about being woken up. His muscles were stiff with sleep as he removed himself from his mate's side, jaws stretched open in a yawn as he made his way over. "Are you alright...? It sounded like you hurt yourself." Regardless of how he felt about the former barn cat, he wasn't aiming for him to be cringing in pain, either. He only wished such things upon the worst of the worst, like the venomous queen of the moors that had driven them all out.

THE RIGHTEOUS HAND OF GOD 𓆩♡𓆪 THE DEVIL THAT YOU FORGOT

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  ❥ longhaired black and white tom with pale green eyes
  ❥ 48 moons old; ages the 1st every month
  ❥ afab; uses he/she/they pronouns
  ❥ homosexual homoromantic; mated to venomstrike
  ❥ sibling to scorchstreak, lizardbounce, and rabbitclaw
  ❥ currently mentoring downypaw
  ❥ somewhat difficult to befriend; wary but kind
  ❥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ❥ all opinions are ic

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[FEATHERSPINE]

Featherpaw's injury would scar- from the mouth of a medicine cat he'd heard it. From Wolfsong's loving jaws, a judgement- a fact that he would have to be alright with. Despite being the daughter of one, Featherpaw was no healer- whether Sunnyday would bear a souvenir from this fight forever was not for her eye to discern. Still- they must be nasty cuts, keeping him awake still- yellow eyes, of course, flitted open at ths hiss of Sunnyday's breath. Of course.

His ear flicked as if swatting at a fly- Featherpaw was up already, hackles thorn-sharp, irritated at the noise. At the spark of panic, however fleeting, that Sunnyday's wince had lit within him. Hurting himself, grooming- it was pathatic for a warrior, wasn't it?

She bore harsher words than Rattleheart. "Why are you even up?" Featherpaw hissed, nose wrinkling. The chocolate molly was, of course, no stranger to the whims of insomnia- but she at least lay awake with eyes closed, or froze herself in place, trying desperately to ignore her own mind. It was the middle of the night, and Sunnyday wasn't even trying. "If you're still hurting, g-g-go and see Wolfsong." His tone was disparaging and exhausted. ​

✦ penned by pin​

 

[SCORCHSTAR]

༄༄ Sunnyday’s presence within WindClan is not the same as Yewberry’s. Where Yewberry is an exile of WindClan itself, and can therefore be forgiven quite easily in the wake of Sunstride’s rebellion, the same cannot be said for a cat like Sunnyday. Sure, he fought alongside them to reclaim their camp and their clan, but he was ThunderClan’s warrior before, wasn’t he? If Sunstride allows the tom to stay, then it could provoke tension with their forest-dwelling neighbors. Not that WindClan cannot handle ThunderClan’s ire, but they are still weakened from losing half their clan to Sootstar’s rule. They cannot so easily harbor an exile right now.

Still, despite their reservations about Sunnyday, the calico approaches him alongside Featherpaw and Rattleheart. Their brother seems concerned, but Featherpaw obviously does not share that worry. Scorchstreak, likewise, shows little concern for the state of the golden-furred warrior. "Featherpaw is right. Count yourself lucky that you didn’t wake the entire camp." He should count himself remarkably unlucky to have woken Featherpaw, out of everyone. "You should see Wolfsong. He can help with… that." Whatever that is. Scorchstreak worries for a moment that the tom may have picked up fleas or ticks somewhere—ugh. As if the clan needs any more parasites within its walls.​

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[Sunnyday]

☀ - WHILST MY HEART STILL BEATS
Luck wasn't on his side as others made themselves known to him, disturbed by his noise of pain. Sunnyday found himself squeezing his eyes shut as he dreaded the comments to come, and although Rattleheart's initial words had been somewhat neutral it was Featherpaw's hiss that had made him flinch. Scorchstreak's words didn't make him feel much better either.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake anyone. I couldn't sleep so I decided to busy myself... I guess I got a bit rough with my grooming." Lifting a paw he then rubbed at where the painful tuft had been and he could feel the wetness of blood against the rough pad of his paw. A sigh escaped him as he angled his ears back. "I don't think I should waste Wolfsong's time or herbs with a little scratch." Ultimately the medicine cat's time and effort was better directed towards that of the WindClanners, not towards some exile like him. "I should have stepped out of the camp before cleaning around my old wounds... sorry."
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