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[ please wait for @WOLFSONG ! cw: explicit prey death & description of prey mutilation / organs ]
His claws are tipped a vibrant red. It flecks up his paws like stardust to match those that rise above their heads. As night begins to nestle around WindClan camp, the sun low and the sky a deep purple, Sunstride returns with his head held high, his paws laced with blood, and a hare hanging heavy from his jaws. It was not a neat catch– or, rather, it was not anymore. Though pride shines in his eyes, the killing bite upon the beast's neck had been shorn open down its throat, and further still. It drips to the grass as he walks, but seems otherwise intact. Undisturbed. Some of the warriors that he passes seem to balk from the sight. They stumble back a few steps or lift up their paws, as if afraid to touch where the prey had dragged. Others did not care at all. He did not seem to respond regardless, and instead weaves around his resting clanmates until he stands before the medicine den — Wolfsong's den — and finally drops his catch.
"Wolfsong," he calls, and does not wait before furthering the wound across the deceased hare's chest and tearing out a small feast of its innards. Its heart rests among them, and this is what he offers to the golden-furred healer, with a grin that is entirely unashamed.
His claws are tipped a vibrant red. It flecks up his paws like stardust to match those that rise above their heads. As night begins to nestle around WindClan camp, the sun low and the sky a deep purple, Sunstride returns with his head held high, his paws laced with blood, and a hare hanging heavy from his jaws. It was not a neat catch– or, rather, it was not anymore. Though pride shines in his eyes, the killing bite upon the beast's neck had been shorn open down its throat, and further still. It drips to the grass as he walks, but seems otherwise intact. Undisturbed. Some of the warriors that he passes seem to balk from the sight. They stumble back a few steps or lift up their paws, as if afraid to touch where the prey had dragged. Others did not care at all. He did not seem to respond regardless, and instead weaves around his resting clanmates until he stands before the medicine den — Wolfsong's den — and finally drops his catch.
"Wolfsong," he calls, and does not wait before furthering the wound across the deceased hare's chest and tearing out a small feast of its innards. Its heart rests among them, and this is what he offers to the golden-furred healer, with a grin that is entirely unashamed.
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- ooc: SORRY HE'S GROSS.... remnant from that mountain heritage. ^^;
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SUNSTRIDE. named for his coloration and his bold chasing of fate.
—— cis male, he - him. approx. 40 moons old. lead warrior of windclan + former rogue.
—— gay, monogamous. mate to wolfsong from 07.05.2023. npc x npc, no larger family.
—— has recently regained some of his earlier lightness, but maintains his steady facade.
sunstride is broad and bold– a creature standing above most of windclan, though not a beast beyond its borders, with fur that flames red 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"