I'M YOUR MAN | sunstar

[SCORCHSTORM]

"Patrol with me."

She does not give him much choice, looming in the mouth of the den behind the Tallrock. Her voice is the croak of a waterwheel's fist spin after a drought. Her eyes are the dull, blackened gold of 100-year-old fillings. She looks as though she has not slept in moons, and really, she cannot remember when she had slept the day previous, or when that sleep had turned into waking this morning. The sun rises and sets. She'll make this one rise if it kills her.

Politeness remembered (though truthfully she feels little need to be polite), she adds, "Please." Her teeth click closed. She has no idea where she would take them, but they can figure it out as they go; while WindClan's borders are in need of extra security, the reason she asks Sunstar to walk with her is far less pragmatic. Rather, she hopes he might have a way to temper the grief that plagues her. The insecurity, the heartbreak, the... everything. She sees Gravelpaw and disgust for herself smashes through her stomach; she sees Roepaw and crashing anger splinters into deep sadness; she sees Bluefrost and jealousy rears bitter behind her teeth; she sees Rumblerain and her love for them is trampled by hopelessness. She sees Brokenpaw touch Sunstar's nose, and she does not know how to feel — only that she is not happy, like she thinks she ought to be.

She is hurting, and in her hurt she has harmed others, and she needs someone to either stem the bleeding or tell her that's what veins are made for. Whichever Sunstar chooses, she will do her best to follow.

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐌 ✧

• ooc. @SUNSTAR
  
• SCORCHSTORM —— warrior of windclan, mentored by sunstar & badgermoon . scorchstreak x badgermoon . littermate to rumblerain, frostwind, and luckypaw ✦ penned by meghan
  
  ✦ a broad-shouldered tortoiseshell with low white and dual-toned amber eyes. extremely loyal to sunstar and her family, and enjoys a deep connection to the moorlands
  ✦ demigirl / she they pronouns / lesbian / 16 moons & ages every 1st
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— will start fights / will not flee / may show mercy. fights honorably and with great ferocity. can tank a few hits, but is not the sturdiest cat in windclan. starts fights with the intention of finishing them permanently, but will not aim to maim or kill obviously young cats
  
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, all opinions are in character
  ✦ full biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  

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[SUNNVAR]

✧₊⁺ ️️️ ️️╱ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ It does not take much to rouse him now. Though in moons past he has been known to shelter himself like a dragon within its lair, life has returned to the leader's veins enough to at least urge him forward every day. Sleeplessness is a familiar look. As is grief, and rage. She is not his kin but Sunstar still sees himself in the face of his former apprentice. Badgermoon had taught her well, but he had been the polish upon her training. The final few swipes of a blade across its whetstone. She has inherited his chipped edges. Something is bothering her, but that word seems. . . miniscule, at least in comparison to the full weight of her words.

He pulls himself to his paws and exhales something that sounds like assent. As much as he may wish to ask her to speak now, to spare him the taut string of spring-tense worry, she would have given him as much already if she ever intended to. All he knows is that they cannot talk about it here, and he will be worthless even on the moors. It is poor advice that she seeks from him. Old wounds still weep within the warrior's chest. He does not think a single one of them has healed in full. Whether or not hearts are meant for it, his seems intent on its cardinal tears.

𝐈 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐌 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐒 ╱ ️️️ ( 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝗕𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐆 ) ️️️ ️️️ ⌞06.17⌝ 🟒ᨒ

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  ✧₊⁺ ️️️ ️️╱ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ OOC. —
  

  

  ᯓ✧ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑. SUNSTRIDE. SUNNVAR.
  ᯓ✧ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ MASC ️️️ & ️️️ AMAB, ️️️ HE – HIM – HIS.
  ᯓ✧ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ SECOND LEADER OF ️️️ WINDCLAN.
  ᯓ✧ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ NINE LIVES: ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆̴͖̻̌͛ ⋆̵̼͈̐̿̓̏͝ ⋆̶̬́̀

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  a large chocolate and white rosette tom with seaglass eyes. the first thing many see when looking at sunstar now is not his proud posture or boxy build, but the scarred stump that remains of his front left leg. a wound that would have killed most other cats took one of his lives; not even starclan could repair it.
  
  
  a rogue brought to windclan in a search for greatness, one of sootstar's most loyal warriors turned into her downfall. with a mate and kits to worry about, and now nine lives from starclan with a missing limb, windclan's leader has much to prove.

• "speech"

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[SCORCHSTORM]

When he rises, relief glistens in her veins as gold in the riverbank. Scorchstorm leads them wordlessly away from camp, out through the heather tunnel, cutting neatly through the new moor grass.

Her paws chart a course southeast towards Outlook Rock. Sunstar has adjusted well to his new gait, but neither of them are at their quickest. As if responding to her grief her own leg, once riddled with injury and infection, has decided to protest her movement now. The flame-streaked warrior grimaces as she finds herself favoring one hind leg over the other. Scorchstorm does not wait to reach their destination before spilling.

"Do you think I am a good warrior?" She has halted in the grass, now comfortably past her ankles, to face him. The question startles even herself, but she does not rescind it. She fixes Sunstar in her molten copper gaze, pinning him there with the force of it. She does not want platitudes. What she wants is his honest opinion — what she wants is a reason she does not have an apprentice. She has journeyed on WindClan's behalf, fought and killed for them, yet other warriors surpass her in simpler milestones. She has never thought herself jealous of them, but she would not know jealousy if it bit her tail off.

Her thoughts spiral in the silence that spans between them. "Do you think... that there is something in me for Badgermoon to be proud of?" The name bubbles from her like blood. She does not know why she conjures her father, the one she has loved and defended and scorned and rejected. She had walked these moors with him as a child — a kit, by today's standards — drinking in the honeyed light and insect orchestra. Littlie, he had called her. And then he had left. StarClan, why think of him? Why now? Her voice breaks as she summons a new revenant: "and Rattleheart?"

Birdsong sluices across the moor. The late greenleaf wind is cool and pollen-filled. Cicadas chime their chorus, hidden in the grasses. Scorchstorm presses a cough into her chest, masking the lone tear that has formed at the mention of her aunt. What she does not press is this: if Sunstar is proud of her, if he thinks she would make her father and uncle proud, then why had he apprenticed Brokenpaw to himself and not to her?

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐌 ✧

• ooc.
  
• SCORCHSTORM —— warrior of windclan, mentored by sunstar & badgermoon . scorchstreak x badgermoon . littermate to rumblerain, frostwind, and luckypaw ✦ penned by meghan
  
  ✦ a broad-shouldered tortoiseshell with low white and dual-toned amber eyes. extremely loyal to sunstar and her family, and enjoys a deep connection to the moorlands
  ✦ demigirl / she they pronouns / lesbian / 16 moons & ages every 1st
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— will start fights / will not flee / may show mercy. fights honorably and with great ferocity. can tank a few hits, but is not the sturdiest cat in windclan. starts fights with the intention of finishing them permanently, but will not aim to maim or kill obviously young cats
  
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, all opinions are in character
  ✦ full biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  

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