private SCORCHPAW ╱ TIME ´ˎ˗

[SUNSTAR]

✦　　. 　 ˚　.   Though Scorchpaw was not a replacement of who he had trained before, it is good to be here again. He had not realized how much he missed the company until it was gone– the pride of having trained such a warrior did not resolve him of his own personality. The eagerness with which he leapt at the chance to share his wisdom, to give in a way that could not be taken back. It sounds magnanimous to say it in this way. In truth, he knows it is a fair pinch of pride. To see them succeed is to see the strength of himself repeated. To watch them thrive means that he himself has thrived. And there is something about seeing them learn as he had in the mountains that brings a piece of home into the moors. He is glad to make his mark. Proof, vibrant and true, that he is meant to be among WindClan's numbers.

His time before the clan has marked him. They all carry their mistakes that they could not be part of. For Scorchpaw, it is her father. There will be much to undo, he thinks. But Sunstride does not say as much as he leads her outside of camp and towards rabbits' run, periodically turning to ensure that her face is within his sight. "The mountains," he asks, a brief flash of his mind carrying him through snowcapped peaks and the tall, dense trees that never lost their vibrancy. "Were they difficult on your paws when you first came to them?"

𝘏𝘈𝘕𝘋𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌 𝘈𝘚 𝘓𝘐𝘍𝘌 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘗𝘖𝘐𝘚𝘖𝘕; 𝘚𝘜𝘕-𝘉𝘓𝘖𝘖𝘋 𝘏𝘈𝘕𝘋𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌  ╱╱ 9.16.2023 ˊˎ＜

• OOC. @SCORCHPAW !!
• ✦　　. 　 ˚　.   FORMERLY SUNNVAR. HE - HIM - HIS OR THEY - THEM. DEPUTY 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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[SCORCHSTORM]

Scorchpaw, meanwhile, must temper her caution as she walks at Sunstride's side. She had learned much under Badgermoon's care, but she fears how other WindClanners might doubt the legitimacy of training given by a traitor. Maybe they would say the mountains were the much more effective mentor — maybe she should believe them. Badgermoon was gone, after all; he had left them all without so much as a word of goodbye. Maybe it would be easier to forget him entirely than hold the bitter coin of half-love, half-hatred in her heart.

Sunstride leads them out to rabbits' run, and Scorchpaw follows dutifully. She cannot help but feel the earth itself almost splitting beneath her paws, a reflection of WindClan's slow fracturing. When he asks her about the mountains, she first imagines Smogmaw — then Ouzelkit and Lark-kit. But with a shake of her head, she then finds the images of the stark white snow in thick blankets over the terrain, of pressing against Luckypaw for warmth, of a small, ash-hued body strewn broken over the snow, and the marbled agate pelt cloaked in her own red blood —

Scorchpaw's ears twitch as a new sensation settles into her limbs; her stomach; her tongue. Cold, prickling, and ultimately forced to be indifferent. "It was hard at first," she confirms to her new mentor (and she should be ecstatic that he is her mentor, really, this warrior she'd looked up to her whole life, but something holds her back). "It was so much like the stories you and Wolfsong told me as a kit. But it was much harder. Much colder." She hopes WindClan's leaf-bare would not be so vicious. "But... it was easier in some ways, too," she muses, and then clamps her jaws shut around her tongue. Her discipline had escaped her — she can only hope that Sunstride will not pry, but any cat would. Perhaps she can think up an excuse for her statement in ample time; something that was not WindClan is a difficult place to live outright.

𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐈 𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐔𝐆𝐄 ✧ 𝘼𝙁𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙈𝙀 𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙀𝙎 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁𝙇𝙊𝙊𝘿

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  — scorchkit . scorchpaw
  — she/they ; apprentice of windclan
  — short-haired tortoiseshell she-cat with low white and orange/yellow eyes
  — "speech" ; thoughts
  — signature by giinya, template art by ska-i
  — penned by meghan

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