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Her warriors take to this with expected bloodlust. A violence he would have once found admirable, were it not so wasteful in its intention. She does not seek to further this clan's goals. Taking highstones was no way to fill their bellies, or strengthen their place. It is only for her and her war upon the stars that these cats know to fight, and there is no honor in this. His own named warriors take to it with more grace, and that is all that he can ask of them. Now that they begin to assemble, his place before them comes with more treachery than comfort, and he leaves their head without second thought. Scorchpaw's attention reels him in, a demand that the young warrior places unerringly upon him. Despite everything that happens within this clan, Sunstride finds that he does not mind. She is a comfort in this terrible world.
"Not to a border, no," he answers her, "though there is much for us to do even without this. I think today we will fight, if you should agree." Pale eyes sweep the sky as if in search of the weather to come. The sky is pallid and morose, yet not weeping. It would do. "Come. We should go now, while we have the chance."
"Not to a border, no," he answers her, "though there is much for us to do even without this. I think today we will fight, if you should agree." Pale eyes sweep the sky as if in search of the weather to come. The sky is pallid and morose, yet not weeping. It would do. "Come. We should go now, while we have the chance."
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SUNSTRIDE. WINDCLAN DEPUTY & MOOR RUNNER.
——– HE – HIM – HIS ╱╱ 48+ MOONS OLD, ADULT.
TH ╱╱ LARGE CHOCOLATE ROSETTE TABBY, ICY EYES. -
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