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[Halfsun]

WindClan so far was proving to be a fun place. They slept in tunnels which Halfkit thought was cool and their was no mud to get stuck between her toes that and there were plenty of kits and new faces here to keep her entertained. There were a couple of voices who made it clear they did not want her and her sister here and that had made her sad but soon she would prove to them that she was the best kit ever and they should let her stay here, at least for the time. There is a part of her that misses Applepaw and Garlicpaw and Nettlepaw terribly but surely they would understand?

In her quest to impress the cats of the moors, she would seek out the first cat she could possibly find. "Hi!" she chirps, hoping that she isn’t just brushed aside as some annoying kit "I was wondering if like you could help me with my hunters crouch, yknow for when I become an apprentice" she says, blinking up at the golden tom with round blue eyes. She does not mention how she already knew some of the basics thanks to a certain cinnamon furred clan-mate. No, she wanted to impress, to make herself look cool.

Wether or not he agreed was of little consequence to her. Regardless, she would drop into position and she would place both paws expertly in front of her, softening the blow of feet on sand until she was within a good distance from her intended prey, a pebble. She gathers her hindquarters and pounces and when she lands she lets out an excited squeal. "Did ya see that?!" she calls out to the deputy "howd I do? I’ve only ever watched the other apprentices I’ve never actually done it myself" a bold faced lie but there was no way anyone else but Nettlepaw knew any different and he was not here to say.

// please wait for @SUNSTRIDE

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[SUNNVAR]

✦　　. 　 ˚　.   It had not taken long for Sunstride to grow accustomed to Lark-kit and Ouzelkit. Perhaps his own litter had left a stronger impression on him than he had first recognized, yet he knew this stage of childhood and felt the two slot easily into his perception of WindClan. Such ease only served to make it more unsettling to remember where they came from. Peace quickly gave way to sharp discomfort, a knife settled into his guts as he thinks of what Sootstar had said, what his clanmates had said in turn. Who was right in all of this, he could not know. He would never know. That was just as well, in the end. What mattered is that they would provide for the two in a way that ShadowClan either refused to or could never hope to; they would prove strong and capable WindClanners.

Though one remained uncertain of her place in WindClan, it would fade. Lark-kit's enthusiasm readily made up for it. He looks down upon her with patient amusement, a low purr rumbling shortly within his throat at her request for an audience. The deputy himself is settled loose-limbed within the confines of camp, remnants of a meal still warming his belly and the contentment of heather-scented wind soothing everything else. She stalks upon a pebble, a still and simple prey, yet it reminds him of watching Adderkit wrestle his littermates, or of Rivekit's antics with her older clanmates. It makes him chuckle. Not in an unpleasant way. "Well done," he praises, languidly finding his own paws. "But remember, your pebble is a far stiller prey than anything on the moors will be. You must learn to run and leap, or to be very, very stealthy as you come upon them." One large paw, oversized compared to the youngling, reaches up to playfully swat and then ruffle at her thick fur. "No squealing when you pounce, or you'll startle the other prey around."

That same paw scoops up the pebble and tosses it some distance away. "Why don't you try again, from this distance? Pounce upon it from here. Let us see if you can keep your paws quiet enough, or fast enough, to catch it."

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

• OOC. —
• ✦　　. 　 ˚　.   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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[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── He has his doubts where the rescued ShadowClan kits are concerned, but the kits themselves do not behave as though under duress. Wolfsong keeps such concerns to himself, regardless; Ouzelkit and Larkkit have no paw in any of this, at least in the sense of agency. Little ones are easily bandied about, and do not taste autonomy until they are older. Whatever happens at the conclusion of this...situation, they are not the major forces at play, and so when he finds his mate teaching Larkkit how to improve her hunting form, he does not advise Sunstride to leave her be.

Instead, he merely smiles, the corner of his remaining eye wrinkling. "Under Sunstride's tutelage, you are sure to hunt mice by week's end," Wolfsong says with bright amusement and a low chuckle, sitting a few paces from the pair. ​

WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN FORMER ROGUE TURNED MEDICINE CAT. 38 MOONS, HE/HIM, NPC X NPC. MATES WITH SUNSTRIDE (07/05/2023). BIOGRAPHY, PINTEREST, & PLAYLIST.

medicinal expertise med. part ii med. part iii med. part iv

• — ★★★☆☆ WOUNDS: You're (mostly) in safe paws. You'll know if he's less experienced if he asks for your permission to try a treatment. No wound can scare him away from knowledge.
  — ★★★☆☆ INFECTION: He can prevent most infections. If you feel feverish, let him know; he'll hum thoughtfully over herbs and sniff your wound before saying, "With your blessing..."
• — ★☆☆☆☆ ACHES & PAINS: If you complain to him of pain, he'll ask where. If it's a headache, you'll likely feel a bit better. For anything else, "Try this, if you'd like, and tell me how you feel."
  — ★☆☆☆☆ BROKEN BONES: At best. he can ask you to remain lying down in the den. He may try to distract you with conversation while he considers what herb to feed you.
• — ★★★★★ TRAVELING HERBS: Going somewhere? No worries; Wolfsong knows just what you need to stay hale and healthy during your journey. The rest is up to you.
  — ★★☆☆☆ KITTING: Thanks to Starlingheart, he's better prepared for the arrival of kits, but any complications will need a little faith and a lot of luck.
• — ★☆☆☆☆ POISONS: It's best if you avoid eating anything unfamiliar to you— it's probably just as unfamiliar to Wolfsong. The best he can do is offer you yarrow and sit with you.
  — ★★☆☆☆ ILLNESS: If it's white or greencough, you'll likely recover. Otherwise, prepare for odd concoctions and the usual request that you consent to a little trial-and-error.

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