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✦ . ˚ . 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."
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."
- OOC. please wait for @WOLFSONG !!
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✦ . ˚ . FORMERLY SUNNVAR. HE - HIM - HIS OR THEY - THEM. DEPUTY OF WINDCLAN. 4 YEARS OLD. PENNED BY REVELATIONS. —————————
✦ NPC x NPC. DECEASED MOTHER, ESTRANGED FATHER. NO LITTERMATES. MATE TO WOLFSONG. FATHER TO BEARKIT, SINGEDKIT, RIVEKIT, SUNLITKIT, AND FEATHERKIT —— - "speech"