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[SUNSTAR]

✦　　. 　 ˚　.   With the familiarity of the moors behind him, Sunstride can no longer to pretend at ease. Tension is bitter-tight around the warrior's shoulders beneath the moon and the great bare branches so high above. In warmer moons he had enjoyed the open sky. StarClan had seemed a benevolent watcher. Now he can think of them as nothing but a judge. They are not even in the wrong to do so. Sootstar has chosen to forsake them, for they have forsaken those she cares for first. Was it true, then, that Weaselclaw suffered outside of their protection? Would all of WindClan share in his fate? For however he may have felt of the dust-furred warrior, his friendship would not be enough to carry him to darkness. Certainly not when he had far more to care for now.

He hesitates at the clearing's edge, and nods shortly to the other WindClanners before allowing them to spill forth. A few other clans are here already. And in them, he sees a familiar dark pelt. It is enough to make his blood run cold beneath thick fur. Do the others see it? He does not dare turn to Sootstar's followers and ask if they see what he does. He only walks briskly forward to join him near their meeting stone. From this direction, his back to his clanmates, his seaglass eyes blaze with questions. "You live," is all that he can say, the words a brief jolt from his throat.

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

• OOC. @Smokestar :)
• ✦　　. 　 ˚　.   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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[SMOKESTAR]

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He is a spectacle and he's thrilled about it, head high and expression indifferent. He wanted WindClan to see him, made no attempt to hide and it wasn't as though he had reason to. Let them act a fool before all four other clans and see what claws came out. Feathers ringed his neck and flowers twined through his coat along his back to his tail and he felt a surge of confidence blossom in his chest the longer he stood there waiting, chatting idly with passing cats until a russet colored form approached, words whispered like a curse.
"That I do. You sound surprised." The WindClan deputy was not one he was as familiar with as he was with Flycatcher or even Orangeblossom, but he was certainly an improvement to the droll and chatty black and white tom they had before. The worry in his words did not betray a sense of anger at injustice but something else, he isn't sure what to make of it but Smokestar retorts back with a glint of teeth and burning state.
"If your clanmates are as good at fighting a battle as they are killing a single cat then I haven't the slightest doubt RiverClan is going to make you all bleed."
His head lowers, jaw clicking as he snaps it closed and glowers at the other, "Can you do it nine more times when you failed the first? Maybe if you're lucky, but the difference is I only have to get lucky once."

——✘ when does ripple become a tidal wave ———✘ when does a candle become a flame

• OOC can go here.
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  Smokestar
  —⊰⋅ Leader of RiverClan
  —⊰⋅ He/Him
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  —⊰⋅ Black tom w/vitiligo & one orange eye.
  

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[SUNSTAR]

✦　　. 　 ˚　.   The display had been a secondary realization. Before him stands a cat who should not be here, by all rights. That he is covered in what could only be trophies, offerings, dawns on him with time as the horror begins to fade. Smokethroat does not think him aware of this injustice– perhaps he sees it differently than the others must. To die is not a terrible thing. One's fate was decided long before their final moment came; should he have died upon those rocks as the patrol was so certain he had, Sunstride would have mourned only briefly. No. That he is alive is not cause for celebration, just as his death would not be cause for mourning. Yet all the same, he is glad to see the warrior here. It is a knot loosened inside of him, that they had not succeeded in taking StarClan from the others.

"You have walked with the stars." The rage he feels rolls off of burnished shoulders. Uneasy pride calls for battle; instead he stares at him with unreadable eyes. "Good." His brow furrows slightly as he looks upon each of his decorations. "When Wolfsong first told me that he was expecting our kits, I brought him many gifts. To bolster our kits. To give them strength. A snake's skin, the feathers of a hawk, the eyes of an owl. I wonder if what you wear now will serve you just as well in the moons to come." Pallid eyes snap to his face, to Smokestar's face, and it is not a threat when he says, "You will need all that you may get."

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

• OOC. —
• ✦　　. 　 ˚　.   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 ——

• "speech"

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