Mr. Loverman | Yearning + Supper

[Goldenstrike]

There had been a fire, that was true. It had been just another tragic event to follow usurps and all other of terrible things that plagued WindClan. The dead had been buried and life was to resume as usual until the next tragedy struck., before Goldenstrike would find it quite anxiety inducing to wait for the next blow. It felt like he had been under constant pressure since he was eight or nine moons old and he hardly knew how to leave without. It had only been recently when the concept of soaking in the peaceful times rather than preparing during them was appealing. Of course he stayed useful, how could he not? But, if an afternoon called for simply watching kits play in the camp, then so be it.

The thought of kits and family weighed heavy on his mind as of late. He had a family, this was true, although it felt fractured in a sense. Shadowrunner had chosen Sootstar over WindClan moons ago now, and even with his brother trying, Goldenstrike could not see the same kit he once sparred with. No, Shadowrunner was a stranger after they had to fight against eachother at the barn. Vulturemask was just dead, a fact that still kept his heart ever so broken. Periwinklebreeze, although technically not related by blood, was busy with his own kits, and Goldenstrike was happy for them. But, it didn't make losing their sometimes needed comfort easier. Then there was Sunflowermask, his sibling through thick and thin. They had vanished, one nigh they never came home. There was a bitterness in that… Goldenstrike didn’t know why they did it. But, seemingly the clan, and himself, we’re easy to cut ties with.

All of that just left Goldenstrike a bit lonely. Yearning was turning into a full-time job for the warrior. As he laid alone at night he wished for another's warm body next to his, it could be anyone really. It wasn't a crush that he had. No, WindClan was full of cats to provide for and give himself up to protect, not to love though it seemed. Instead he was obsessed with this idea. The concept of love. It manifested in romantic love most of the time. But, he could also be diagnosed with kitten fever. He loved seeing the kits when he could, with bright eyes and bushy tails there was so much wonder to be had with the world still and he wanted to experience it again with them. He wanted to help guide and help a family. Maybe he just needed an apprentice first though.

He watched the queens gather up their wards to put them down to sleep for the night, setting sun indicating the curfew. A small wistful sigh left the tom at that moment. He flopped to the ground with a peace of prey, his last meal of the day, currently being enjoyed alone. That was alright, but he did feel that familiar tug at his heart. What if instead of being alone he had a cat he could turn to and they would know what he was thinking.

"speech"
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[slateheart]

It was great to be home, truly, but Slateheart's time in RiverClan had left a pitiful hole in his heart. It was indescribable, unrecognizable; a feeling he had never experienced before, not since he met his sister at RiverClan's border all those moons ago. A feeling of loss and longing.. both emotions were hard to come to terms with.

Slateheart busied himself more than usual, both to make up for his time lost from WindClan and to distract himself from the feeling of just.. missing something. He had seen Gravelsnap, Snowglare, Dimmingsun, some of the most important cats in his life, hoping they may fill that strange new void. Perhaps he just had to.. fake it 'til he makes it.

Love wasn't, and still isn't, an easy concept for Slateheart to grasp. He hadn't known familial love since he was a kitten, and he hadn't known romantic love.. ever. In fact, he wouldn't know it even if it sat up and said 'hey, i'm the crush you have right now' and bit him in the nose. But, he still had a keen eye for recognizing it in others; Gravelsnap and Periwinklebreeze, for example. And now.. Goldenstrike, sat nearby as they both gaze longingly at their own prey, sighing wistfully as he watches the kits and queens retire to their nests. Slateheart feels, for the first time, that he might know that feeling all to well now.. even if he can't identify where it's from, or why.

With a small smile on his face, Slateheart takes the opportunity to interact with this cat, who might be more similar to him in that moment than he knows. "Mind if I eat with you?" he mews gently upon his approach, bringing his own morsel of prey with. He'd missed WindClan prey since he was in the Twoleg's camp; he feels he could put on weight if he let himself eat as much as he wanted now.

Slateheart follows Goldenstrike's gaze towards the nursery again. "Cute, aren't they?" he mumbles as he settled down, referencing the kittens that their newest queen, Periwinklebreeze, had ushered into the nursery. "I was never fond of kits myself, but.. they grew on me. It reminds me of my own early kithood, watching them run around and play." Before he was brought to the hellhole that was Sootstar's WindClan, of course, but that goes without saying.

Slateheart stays silent for some time, then looks at Goldenstrike again. "You doing okay?" he inquires. He looked awful lonely, something Slateheart could resonate with. Approaching Goldenstrike like this was a leap in its own for the tom who was once reclusive and bitter, only coming out of his shell within the past few moons. He found it was.. easier, to interact those that were on their own, or as quiet as him. He wouldn't feel like he was stepping on toes that way. "What're ya' thinking about?"
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CHARACTER INFORMATION — ♡ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ♡ — OUT OF CHARACTER

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  slate slatepaw slatetooth SLATEHEART
  ━━ MOOR-RUNNER WARRIOR of WINDCLAN
  ━━ 23 MOONS,, ages every 6th
  ━━ LYNXTOOTH xx ADELAIDE xx SILVERFOOT
  ━━ SIBLING to GRAVELSNAP and ASHPAW
  ━━ MATE to none | PARENT to none
  ━━ MENTOR to BEEPAW | MENTORED by LYNXTOOTH​
  ━━ HEALTH ♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♡ | generally healthy, but experiencing shortness of breath.
  
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[SUNNVAR]

Yearning took a different path with Sunstar. Once he had yearned for closeness he could not name. His father, intent on a legacy, steered him another direction but his son could never quite restrain his disdain. To settle down, pass down his strength, have kits that were more necessity than desire — for many moons he had thought himself unwilling to have them at all. They were complicated things. To train them took time from what he thought he would direct towards himself instead. Becoming all that he could be took everything, of course. Kittens certainly would cut into his time to explore and train and. . . exist, in most cases. And each of those, alongside Ellisif. For almost as long as he could recall it was the two of them against the rest.

Never had he needed to yearn the way that the others do. His heart had been alongside him throughout it all. Kits had seemed as logical as his love for him. The rest that followed. . . inconsequential, and everything all at once.

Sunstar looks at Goldenstrike, sees where his gaze lingers. Then he looks away. Slateheart's prying is far gentler than his own would be. Could he have ever been this gentle, with the knowing that sits deep within his gut? "They can be trouble," he chuckles awkwardly, joining the two but not resting fully to eat with them. He hovers instead, sitting like a burnished shadow off to the side. He recalls Bearpaw's reluctance to train, and Rivepaw's insistence that she could take care of herself. Featherkit had grown far too quickly, and Sunlitpaw — even as Sunlitwing, he worried for them still. Each of them. And with each, great pains than worry arose. Trouble was not descriptor enough. "Yet they are worth it nonetheless."

𝐈 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐌 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐒 ╱ ( 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝗕𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐆 ) 〚 06.03 〛 🟒ᨒ

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• ↟ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑.  ╱  AMAB  HE - HIM - HIS.  LEADER OF WINDCLAN.  ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆  ⋆̶̬́̀
  ————  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 a lot to prove.
  
  
  
  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 un-windclan 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.

• "speech"

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