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[whitedawn]

Things were shifting in Windclan, for the better. Or, they should be. Whitepaw hadn't given much time to think of it since Sunstride had taken it over. She quickly took part in helping with camp repairs and making sure kits remained from under paw. And yet, things felt like they were falling apart almost simultaneously. Those who had remained loyal to Sootstar, who had perished in the battle had been buried in an unmarked grave. All except Harrierstripe, who died in Skyclan, and wouldn't be receiving a burial at his home. It was an upsetting thought, one she hadn't given herself time to fully process. It made her feel regretful over his fate, as she stared out at the snow-covered moors. To think, moons ago, during newleaf after becoming apprentices, she and Harrierstripe raced the moors. And now it wouldn't happen again. Shaking her head with a lightly frosted exhale, her ears flicked at the crunching snow with pawsteps, Turning, rose-hues blinked owlishly. "Sunstride." She greeted quietly, surprised to see the deputy given his bustling in and out of camp in these last few days. "Is something wrong?" She inquired a moment after, considering the fact she didn't often speak to the deputy and hadn't had a chance after.. everything truthfully.


// Please wait for @SUNSTRIDE and my post after his, pls and ty <3 ​

[I'M BREATHING]​

 

[SUNNVAR]

There is much that they are left to mourn. Collective anguish is no better than its lonelier version, yet he is glad that their burden will be shared. An excision of grief would erase who they had been, and limit what they might become. Even in its worst and heaviest moments, WindClan must carry the burden. They would come out stronger for it in time. That is all that he cares for in this moment. He makes his rounds throughout the camp. Glacial eyes skimming across the warriors that remained. Many of them are seasoned and scarred. Though his mate had cleaned wounds well, supplies were dwindling as a result of this battle. It would take many moons of rest for them to recover wholly, and rest necessitated strength.

With his head ducked low so as to seem less imposing, Sunstride meets Whitepaw levelly. She is overdue for her name. Their moons in the barn put everything on hold, and he had not thought of naming them so soon after their return. The thought of leading WindClan was beyond him at the time. Now, he is to take charge. But not without this final measure. If they sought peace, they would need strength. "Spar with me," the tom requests calmly, and flicks his tail towards the edge of the hollow to find them a more peaceful place.

𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓  ╱╱ 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐕𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 〚 11.22.2023 〛 —————«

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  SUNSTRIDE. WINDCLAN DEPUTY & MOOR RUNNER.
  ——– HE – HIM – HIS ╱╱ 48+ MOONS OLD, ADULT.

  NPC x NPC, LONERS. MATE TO WOLFSONG; FATHER TO BEARPAW, SINGEDPAW, RIVEPAW, SUNLITPAW AND FEATHERPAW. MENTORING SCORCHPAW.
  
  TH ╱╱ LARGE CHOCOLATE ROSETTE TABBY, ICY EYES.

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