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[SUNNVAR]

✦　　. 　 ˚　.   He enters Wolfsong's den bearing a small rabbit and a grin around its scruff. Trouble on both counts, though not for any of its current inhabitants. His litter has been carefully sheltered throughout this plague, which he is beyond grateful for, and with his own health returning after the dose of strange herb, he is glad to spend time with them once more. Not that there is anything any warrior within this clan could do to keep him away. Even his mate would have a difficult time in it, should he try. Hopefully they will revel in this lesson and the meal that they will share, the first pieces of prey that he offers. It is nearly as important as the offerings that have guided them, but...differently. This one does not guide them as the prey did, as their names would. It is merely a hope: love this place; relish in all that it may offer.

They will be WindClanners in a way that Sunstride could not claim. They were born here. Should they be so lucky, they will die here in many, many moons, and not a day before their fate demands. He drops the rabbit with that grin still in place, and ushers all of them closer. His tone is bright and warm: "Come, little heartlings! I have a lesson for all of you today. And something delicious I would like you to try, once we are done." It will be good to see all of them interact with his lesson. They are his kittens and he knows them as well as he knows himself, and yet they are no warriors. There was time still to learn of their strengths and interests. He intends to find out all there is to know before long.

𝘏𝘈𝘕𝘋𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌 𝘈𝘚 𝘓𝘐𝘍𝘌 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘗𝘖𝘐𝘚𝘖𝘕; 𝘚𝘜𝘕-𝘉𝘓𝘖𝘖𝘋 𝘏𝘈𝘕𝘋𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌  ╱╱ 9.13.2023 ˊˎ＜

• OOC. FAMILY THREAD TIME!! im not tagging you all i am so sorry
• ✦　　. 　 ˚　.  SUNSTRIDE. FORMERLY SUNNVAR. HE - HIM - HIS OR THEY - THEM. LEAD WARRIOR 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 ——

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[sunlitpaw]

shadow of the moon
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Life in the den was a strange sort of chaotic. A chaotic that Sunlitkit had grown up in, the sort she found comfort in. Fleeting faces and countless paws tread past her and her siblings in search of their ðir, and if she was unlucky, she'd receive some of their attention briefly. Sunlitkit didn't like that very much. She much preferred leaving the socializing her more charismatic siblings, not that she was old enough to understand the concept quite yet. Sunlitkit just understood that some of her siblings preferred talking to others much more than she did, although even she liked it more than some of her other siblings. The entrance to the den rustled in the presence of a body, a sound Sunlitkit had long since grown accustomed to. Her ears tip back in acknowledgement but she doesn't turn her head away from her current project, a dead beetle trapped beneath her paws as she idly bats at it to watch the light glint off its shell. A voice speaks from behind her, and instead of her hesitance to engage, the large kitten leaps up to her paws with the bug completely forgotten.

"Papa!" Sunlitkit shouts in excitement, beckoning the attention of not just her family but any other unfortunate cat lingering ill in their nest. She rushes forward and winds around the rabbit, a gravelly purr vibrating her whole body as as she excitedly weaves between Sunstride's legs, rubbing herself up against the much larger cat with her back arched high. "Where were you?" She questions, voice lilting. She moves to sit between his paws, under his chin, head tilted up to look at the underside of his jaw as he spoke. "This is a rabbit, right?" A lesson? How exciting! Sunlitkit loved learning things, especially from someone that didn't tire her out to be around.

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[FEATHERSPINE]

Featherkit was used to the chaos of the medicine den- in-and-out, faces rotating like circling hawks. That did not mean he was fond of it, though- the saving grace was his family, the unconditional love and comfort that came with instinctual familiarity. Though strangers curdled his blood in a way he could not explain, at times like this he felt safe despite his resting scowl, herded by the silken swish of Sunstride's tail. Curious as ever, Sunlitkit was the first to pipe up, their inquisition piercing like a hunter's pounce toward the prey they had been bought. A lesson, Sunstride said- but, by naming the rabbit, had Sunlitkit already beaten them all to it?

She cast a briefly disgusted look to the beetle-corpse that rolled away in her sibling's wake, but lantern eyes soon moved back to Sunstride.

Featherkit stood on the sidelines as ever, a little far away but watching, watching. Youthful curiosity, and the suppressed excitement she held at seeing her father so enthusiastic, pulled her a few paw steps forward. "It's b- b- b..." A sigh interrupted her speech, the word struggling forth. He blinked, hard. "It's big." He narrowed his eyes, studying the thing as if it would jump right at his face. A silent question settled in her mind- how could he catch something like this? ​

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[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── "You don't intend to call me little, do you?" Amusement warm and plain in his voice, Wolfsong raises his head from checking herbs for withering. The sight of his mate, bright and healthy and gifting a catch to their children, eases some of the tension that has wound itself up and down Wolfsong's spine. Sunlitkit's enthusiasm does the same, and even Featherkit's patented scowl sets his heart at peace. He is surrounded by his loves, and he is most fortunate for it.

"It is, though not quite as large as a hare. Your father is a good hunter, and that blood is in all of you." He smiles at Featherkit, sole eye leaden with gentle affection.​

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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[Bearflight]

They are called by their father and he does not hesitate to answer, though it does take him a touch longer than his siblings to rise from a spot of comfort into one of action and movement. The rosetted tabby kit wanders over on careful steps, his strides long and surefooted despite his plodding beast of a namesake. Blue eyes widen briefly at the slain prey and as Sunlitkit identifies it as the rabbit it was he is already creeping closer to examine it with more hungry for knowing in his gaze than any for his stomach. Bearkit's nostrils flare, his nose twitches and he takes in the scent of sulfur and sour he had often scented from the pile at the center of camp but had never really felt a new to investigate it. This was fresher, grass soaking red eminating warmth and he resists the impulse to touch until Sunstride continues to explain the lesson that had initially caught his attention.
"Better in us, ðir, than as this rabbit is.." The sun-spotted tom kit quips to Wolfsong with a shrill mewl, thinking himself clever.
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[rivewhisper]

"BABY, DON'T YOU KNOW I SUFFER?"​

The constant in and out of the den was something that Rivekit... well, lived for. Not really, but she didn't know that- the in and out of the clanmates she'd grow up alongside, fight alongside, play alongside, oh how the concept seized her heart and set it aflame. Her ears perked as someone approached the entrance, and the grin on her face split wide open. She abandoned the moss ball she had totally not been gnawing on in faovr of her Papa walking in the door. Last to approach, but nosing her way towards the piece of prey, her words lifted in interest.

"Is it hard to chew on?" Rivekit asked, looking between their ðir and Papa. She stepped around the prey, brushing herself up against Sunstride's leg in greeting. Moments later she was settled down, actually interested in listening to the lesson for once instead of interrupting- a scathing eye shifted towards Bearkit, who she was sure would appreciate her being quiet for once.​

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