- Dec 17, 2022
- 677
- 354
- 63
The entire trek home he is counting heads. A moment's inattention to defeat– a direct line that he cannot walk again, though his paws tread it thoughtlessly. From the back of the patrol, his eyes scan those ahead. Missing numbers, he knows, and weakened considerably. Blood flecks the ground and the air as they walk. Their fur, their pride. From Cottonpaw to Cloudedsky, to Snailstride and Weaselclaw — between his worry and his rage, the warrior cannot be sure which one is ahead. He only knows that he feels each of them. His hatred for RiverClan and for being pulled from battle, for the slim tom he had been forced to leave far too intact at the other's call. He does not fault Weaselclaw; tries not to, in any case, but his ego is easily inflamed. An infected wound seeking protection, and Sunstride does not stop himself from offering it.
"To Vulturemask's den, all of you; even if it is little more than a scratch," he demands, voice brokering no arguments. But his voice lowers as he speaks to Cottonpaw, firm but more attentive to her state– kinder. "You should be seen to first."
Unlike some of the others, she had remained. Even against her will, she fought as well as a warrior. The two that he is missing, the two that had not returned with their patrol...glacial eyes scan camp in search of either form, but he does not find them immediately. Part of him, a softer part, worries that they may not return at all. He had not seen Periwinklebreeze fall, nor had he seen the direction that Silverthorn took. Perhaps he trailed not far after them. Or perhaps the waters had won once more, and RiverClan's victory would be further cemented with their deaths. Sunstride grits his teeth. "Has anyone seen sign of Periwinklebreeze and Silverthorn?"
"To Vulturemask's den, all of you; even if it is little more than a scratch," he demands, voice brokering no arguments. But his voice lowers as he speaks to Cottonpaw, firm but more attentive to her state– kinder. "You should be seen to first."
Unlike some of the others, she had remained. Even against her will, she fought as well as a warrior. The two that he is missing, the two that had not returned with their patrol...glacial eyes scan camp in search of either form, but he does not find them immediately. Part of him, a softer part, worries that they may not return at all. He had not seen Periwinklebreeze fall, nor had he seen the direction that Silverthorn took. Perhaps he trailed not far after them. Or perhaps the waters had won once more, and RiverClan's victory would be further cemented with their deaths. Sunstride grits his teeth. "Has anyone seen sign of Periwinklebreeze and Silverthorn?"
- ooc: @WEASELCLAW @cottonpaw @Cloudedsky @Periwinklebreeze. @SILVERTHORN @SNAILSTRIDE tagging everyone! or i hope it's everyone i'm so sorry if i missed someone lol
-
-
SUNSTRIDE. named for his coloration and his bold chasing of fate.
—— cis male, he - him. approx. 40 moons old. lead warrior of windclan + former rogue.
—— gay, but somewhat closeted. will not be open about his interests. single, will be so.
—— seems comparatively stranger than who he was some moons ago, serious and cool.
sunstride is broad and bold– a creature standing above most of windclan, though not a beast beyond its borders, with fur that flames red and deepens to a burnt amber with every whorl and stripe. his eyes, in comparison, are a pale summer's blue, still as bold as the rest of him. - "speech"