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[SUNSTAR]

✦　　. 　 ˚　.   With troubled eyes and a weary head, Sunstride seeks out Howlingstar the moment she crosses his vision. The older leader has been kind to them so far, checking in on the WindClan warriors as she can. Be it from care or worry of what they might do, however...that, he cannot decide. After all that has befallen them, he does not think he could reject the kindness whatever the reasoning. Their pride is not worth the death of all they hold dear. That, he thinks, if nothing else, the great molly should understand. It is why they seek her out above their own leader. It is why, with great shame and needles prickling about his throat, Sunstride calls out, "Howlingstar," in a voice meant to plead audience more than demand it.

His pale gaze turns to Cottonpaw, who he has pulled along through some sense of duty or cunning. (Even his own motives are muddied in times such as this. Does she come as a gesture of his care? A sign of how he values her opinion? Or is it simply to tug at the tabby's heart in any way that he can? He does not know. Even if his mind rejects the latter, how much can he trust such a thing?) "You have given us much already, and I know that there is not much that we may ask of you, yet...there is something we must ask of you nonetheless," he murmurs. He glances questioningly deeper into the forest, to the edges of this hollow. He does not look for Sootstar, however much his neck prickles.

𝘏𝘈𝘕𝘋𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌 𝘈𝘚 𝘓𝘐𝘍𝘌 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘗𝘖𝘐𝘚𝘖𝘕; 𝘚𝘜𝘕-𝘉𝘓𝘖𝘖𝘋 𝘏𝘈𝘕𝘋𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌  ╱╱ 9.16.2023 ˊˎ＜

• OOC. pre-sickness for @HOWLINGSTAR !! and @cottonpaw <3
• ✦　　. 　 ˚　.   FORMERLY SUNNVAR. HE - HIM - HIS OR THEY - THEM. DEPUTY OF WINDCLAN. 4 YEARS OLD. PENNED BY REVELATIONS.  —————————
  
  
  ——  a tall auburn tabby with thick fur and bright glacial eyes. sunstride is broad and bold– a creature standing above most of windclan, though not a beast beyond it, with fur that flames red and deepens to a burnt amber with every stripe. his eyes, in comparison, are a pale summer's blue, still as bold as the rest of them. he radiates confidence and self-assured authority.
  
  

  ✦ NPC x NPC. DECEASED MOTHER, ESTRANGED FATHER. NO LITTERMATES. MATE TO WOLFSONG. FATHER TO BEARKIT, SINGEDKIT, RIVEKIT, SUNLITKIT, AND FEATHERKIT ——

• "speech"

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[cottonsprig]

Cottonpaw feels antsy. Her mother's wishes were made intensely clear over the past several days, yet she feels uncertain on whether or not WindClan is at all ready to chase out the rogues. They're no different than they were last week - in fact, she would argue that they're worse off, given the injuries sustained in the fight. Not to mention that ThunderClan seems to be battered by the same if not similar rogues, and the kittens and queens are displaced, and Wolfsong isn't there to guide her, and -

She feels like a child despite of some of her siblings being warriors already. She sought out Sunstride, explained her worries and fears, and ultimately left it up to him with regards to speaking with her mother. She trusts him to keep her placated, as with the death of her father, Sootstar has become... less so. But now they approach Howlingstar, the leader of another Clan (of which she's been directly yet vaguely instructed by her mother to be wary of) and... well, she's nervous.

Her nerves shake as Sunstride addresses the spruce brown she-cat, but she finds her natural smile and bids the other a respectful dip of her head. "Please," she tacks onto her deputy's request for audience.​

 

[HOWLINGSTAR]

Howlingstar lingers at the edge of the clearing, scanning the WindClanners with appraising eyes. She has already ordered plenty of patrols for this area - this clan has given her no reason to trust them and she won't begin now. Despite the many guards she has placed in the area, however, nothing beats having her own presence here to make sure everything is alright. She sits tall, ears pricked and attentive, as she is approached by two others.

The call of her name causes her head to turn slightly, eyes quickly finding the WindClan deputy with the young medicine cat apprentice following at his heels. She blinks curiously and turns to face them fully. "Sunstride, and it's Cottonpaw, right?" Eyes grow gentler as they fall onto the youth before she returns her gaze to the tom. Her brow furrows with concern. ThunderClan does not have anything to give. Their forest's prey and herbs is already being split among two clans; she cannot offer more. "What is it?" She asks with a tilting head, gaze flicking between the two of them.​