pafp SPARRING ╱ BATTLE-SWEAT ´ˎ˗

[SUNNVAR]

✦　　. 　 ˚　.   In his fight alongside Bluepool, a great many memories had been reignited within him. The joy of fighting for clan and kin; the satisfaction of standing alongside another warrior; an intense and unyielding desire to see his mate in more than the StarClan-scented knowledge of his den. Once, he had been the greatest among them. This was still true. Knowledge had simply become the manner in which he sharpened his claws. His mind, a tool of equal to nothing else. (Perhaps, on some days, his tongue.) Battles of wit were greatly satisfying, but today– today, when the adrenaline still beats within his chest, all that Sunstride wishes for is a fight.

There are many wounds his heart must still tend to. His kittens were certainly in need of comfort and celebration after so long apart. That would come soon. The worst are cared for, and his kittens carefully counted and groomed. The rest would come with time. What he needs now, is this.

"Wolfsong!" Sunstride yells, his voice booming and bright. There is a violent joy to it that he feels has been missing for far too long. A warrior's voice, yes, but one who is not weighed down by the worst of his duties. One who still sees something to smile about in every day. His mate's golden pelt only furthers his grin. "Fight me! It has been too long. We must ensure that your claws do not get too dulled amidst the leaves and sticks you call your home. Do not worry, I won't allow myself to put you in a place where you will need them for yourself, now of all times."

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

• OOC. please wait for @WOLFSONG !!
• ✦　　. 　 ˚　.   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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[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── It is good to be home once again. Wolfsong has not felt much like a warrior these past moons, sequestered with queens and kits while Sunstride and most of their clanmates remained vulnerable. He does not care for being prioritized, even if it is practical that a medicine cat should be guarded carefully in such chaos. He felt useless without his herbs, and even more so without his claws, and at last he has recovered the former. It is a comfort, even as an itch remains embedded below his skin, unreachable by scratching. He had wanted to be there, at his mate's side, charging into battle as they once did, taunting their foes with adrenaline surging through his chest.

Loud and boisterous, Sunstride's call takes Wolfsong back to those days— perhaps intentionally. Finding him is easy, as simple as searching for the brightest shape in the sky, and his mouth quirks when they lock eyes. He sounds more like himself than he has in moons, and Wolfsong has not realized the extent to which he has missed the demanding resonance of a warrior who knows he is respected. And he is. Wolfsong respects him like none other, reveres him with a hundred different eyes of the people he has been.

"You invite me to sharpen them on your face, then? It would be an improvement," he slings back, grinning widely now. "I am not the warrior I was. Have patience— it will take me a few moments more to trounce you." Wolfsong sets to circling him, keeping Sunstride on his seeing side. He darts in to bat at the back of his rear leg, little more than a testing, playful swat.​

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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[hollowcreek]

A promise had been made to himself to never take the whistling moors for granted again. Going without the sweet fern-scented breeze for so long, he worried he might have forgotten it. Instead it had welcomed him like an old friend, embracing his tangles of his coat and sinking back into his senses once again.

Sunstride's voice is hard not to hear, even a low chuckle could still echo. It called for ones attention with ease and though his target was for his mate's recall, Hollowcreek found himself interested as well. Wolfsong had been their medicine cat for just a pawful of moons now, but maybe he had grown unsteady in the skills he once refined. His paws normally full of herbs rather than the fur of fresh caught prey or invaders.

"An interesting lovers quarrel." Hollowcreek's maw tilted into a half smile as he remained standing, weighing his bets on who would come out on top.​

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[SUNNVAR]

✦　　. 　 ˚　.   They had been so much to one another. Perhaps it was always meant to be this way. From the children that tousled about the stacked cairns and into snowbanks to warriors of the moor, their fates have always been so entwined. In the many paths their paws take, he knows that he would not let Wolfsong stray from his side. Even if he must hold the golden warrior against him with his teeth: this is a story they will tell together. It is strange to think of what may come next. Will Wolfsong spend the rest of his days toiling in the stench of herbs? Will his nest always remain in a sheltered tunnel, and his claws more used for partitioning greenery than flesh? Or would something between them change again? Whatever it is, they must be tied to these moors.

There is no other reason for how at ease he feels within them. How good it feels to fight for them. The joy of it still sings. Wolfsong is never an enemy, yet he stood a suitable enough replacement for one. A capable warrior who will always challenge him. It does not matter that it had been so long. They would fall to this like a dance.

He shifts agilely from the reach of his claws, laughing as he pivots and answers: a sharp surge to his blinded side, and a testing swat of his own towards his shoulder. Sunstride is not nearly so fast as his mate, and lacks the adamant cleverness which makes him so terribly capable. Sunstride plans. Wolfsong improvises. Even if he is not incapable of either. He will have to be cautious of all weaknesses. "Ah, your confidence is always plain to see– I am more surprised you've kept it after so many losses. We shall see if this one finally does it. What do you say, Hollowcreek? Who will win. Speak soon, or this battle may be over before you've made your choice!"

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 ——

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[HARBINGERMOON]

☾ Despite his neutral and often times rude demeanor, Harbingermoon was also fond of the good times. Today had been a nice and pleasant one where the air whistled through the tunnels, cooling the sweat that beaded beneath his pelt. Not all that long ago, he'd been working hard to unearth large rocks and roots to make next day's workload a little less massive.

Caked in dirt and clay, he trotted over the hillside and towards camp. Only to stop as Sunstride's familiar voice rang out across the moors. Wonder what's going on? Quickly, he diverted his path and followed the sound.

Thankfully, the sparring pair hadn't been far, and Hollowcreek's familiar hulking stature a welcoming site. Pausing, he hurriedly brushed out any large clumps of muck and shook out his pelt vigorously. Giving it a once-over, he was satisfied to see only his paws bore the majority of the marring.

An idea bloomed in the ebony tomcat's mind as a nasty grin curled on his lips. Quietly, he dropped to all fours and crouched downwind of the three. Slinking as carefully as he could and coyly aiming to brush up next to Hollowcreek, hoping to spook the other with his sudden appearance if the Moor Runner hadn't already caught wind of his lame attempt at a hunting crouch.

Just as the fluffy feline popped in, the deputy beamed a cheeky question towards the brown tabby. Chuckling lowly, he added to the conversation. "Hmmm. I bet my next catch Sunstride's gonna win." He'd seen the other in battle, and Harbingermoon often placed his bets on what he could see, even in scenarios of relaxation and playfulness. ☽​