private TICKBITE ╱ NO SOLACE ´ˎ˗

[SUNSTAR]

In times of reflection, he finds it odd how easily he had adjusted to life within these borders. What had seemed an eternity in constant motion has in truth been only a scarce few months. A short amount of time that could not be blamed for the shifting of his heart and mind. It was not a lifetime that had separated him from training Yewberry to being part of the clan remaining in light of his escape. A scant few nights of rest, and a plethora of decisions made. And now his paws carry him along the path those gray paws might have fled, in search of one who shared a great many similarities. Sootstar had told him some time ago that he must begin searching out the strange tom, but with RiverClan, and the Gathering– it is only now that he finally has his success.

There, in the distance, lies that same pelt of grey. And Sunstride, with a mouse held by its tail between his jaws, makes his approach amply known. The horseplace is treacherous, yet not a place that he minded. It sends his mind towards easier moons, where he had stood atop a strange beast's back as it bucked protest. He had laughed then, without the work it took now. How odd it is indeed.

﹥ˏˋ〘  OOC NOTES INFORMATION 〙ˊˎ﹤

• ooc: @Tickbite
• SUNSTRIDE. named for his coloration and his bold chasing of fate.
  —— cis male, he - him. thirty-six moons old. lead warrior of windclan and 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 at its base 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"

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[Tickbite]

Tickbite was a wanderer, but the barn here offered a safe place to rest and had enough food to go around the few cats that stayed here, usually. He decided to stay a while, get to know the land. He supposed it was a good thing he had, he was reunited with his brother. Both he and Yewberry thought the other dead, and Tickbite was still grappling with the fact that..... He still had a brother after all this time. Like. Wow. And they look near exactly the same, which makes it even weirder.

Sitting on the fence of the horseplace overlooking the moors, he clicked his jaws on a stick he had replaced the usual bone with. He would have to find another one, the last one broke. He was content to observe the moors, but a fiery coat caught his eye as Sunstride approached.

"Hey, there." He greeted the much larger tom. " Looks like the hunting as been good?" He added, noting the mouse dangling from his jaws. He had to wonder though.... Why was he heading his way, and not back to camp?
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