private WAR-SCORCHED 〘 YEW 〙ˊˎ﹤

[SUNSTAR]

Though he had spoken gently to those that had cowered, a certain fire began to sing within the warrior's chest as the moment dwindled away. Foolish, it began. A foolish, soft beast, who will find itself a rotting husk before the season's end, it finished. He did not think Yewberry a coward, but rather an... unpolished edge. One who might begin to protect with a more careful approach. The urging of their clanmates had not been the gentlest of attempts, and it would nearly seem to have done more harm than good. The tom had cowered beneath the gazes of others, muttering only the smallest of reprimands. Where those in his previous life might have killed over such insults, those of WindClan only fought. He could not suggest such measures, and certainly not the one so timid as Yew, yet neither would he stand by idly.

His paws breaking fresh-morning snow, Sunstride does not make for the exit of this moorland haven, or to the gathering patrols. Instead, with his chin high and pale eyes watchful, he searches for half-familiar grey. It is not a difficult find, though he worries after the ease of it for one small moment, then his mind flicks away the concern. Crunch, crunch go his paws as he forces himself to a faster gait, closing in on the other warrior. "Yewberry! Come, come, you and I have much to share." He does not explain further, or wait for acquiescence– he leads boldly away from camp, to a place that they might fight privacy.

﹥ˏˋ〘  OOC NOTES INFORMATION 〙ˊˎ﹤

• ooc: —
• SUNSTRIDE. named for his coloration and his bold chasing of fate.
  —— cis male, uses he - him. thirty-four moons old. warrior of windclan and former rogue.
  —— cautious of clan life, but an apt learner. encourages close bonds between clanmates.
  —— loyalty uncertain, cares for those surrounding him. undoubtedly closest to wolfsong.
  
  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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[Irispath]

Oh, he had been up all night.

Tearing himself apart and trying to find the root of his problem. Why was he like this? Why was it so hard to change? He had never had such a brutal wake up call in his life. He almost wanted to crawl into the tunnels and never return.

He had sat away from everyone else, about as far as he could while still in camp. He didn't care if it was cold. He didn't want to be near anyone anyways.

So when morning came and Sunstride approached him, his fur raised and expected the worst. He didn't look at him directly as he approached, but when he said they had much to share????


????????

"......We do?"

Did he agree to something and forget?

He rose to his feet and followed Sunstride out of camp.

"What is it...?" He asked, unaware that he was about to get his ass beat.
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[SUNSTAR]

He'd been aware of Yew's churning heart, in the way that one is aware of an earthquake's rumblings. A minor one, though. Not a thing to shake the world, but enough to itch at his paws. He had found himself between irritation and a softened heart; throwing him further to the snow, or speaking words of quiet comfort. This is as close as he would get to either. With a cheerful turn to his clever mouth, Sunstride leads him further from camp. It has all the expressiveness as one preparing some grand story, or about to share a most treasured gift. That is not wholly inaccurate. At least not in his own mind. As push came to shove, Yewberry might find himself thinking something quite different.

Only when the moors have swallowed them both, and camp is distant enough that their voices will not carry to most ears, does the broad-shouldered beast cease his trek. So he turns, head held high, and he draws a line in the snow. No more than a half-tail in front of his nose, and only so wide as his own shoulders. A narrow goal, and intentionally so. "Cross this line," Sunstride demands without explanation. There is a challenge in his voice, inescapable yet warm– there is no cruelty dripping from his fangs, no harsh words threatening to spill over. A simple demand, simply spoken.

﹥ˏˋ〘  OOC NOTES INFORMATION 〙ˊˎ﹤

• ooc: —
• SUNSTRIDE. named for his coloration and his bold chasing of fate.
  —— cis male, uses he - him. thirty-four moons old. warrior of windclan and former rogue.
  —— cautious of clan life, but an apt learner. encourages close bonds between clanmates.
  —— loyalty uncertain, cares for those surrounding him. undoubtedly closest to wolfsong.
  
  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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[Irispath]

Yewberry followed, sometimes having to hop through the snow when it got too deep. Where taller cats left paw prints, he left......A plowed path.

Sometimes he could walk on the snow if it was solid enough, but this was fresh snow. The nice soft stuff. He easily sank in it. Woe.

They stopped, finally, and Sunstride drew a line in the snow, confusing him even more. He was... To cross it?

.....But Sunstride was there. How.........

"Okay..." He said.

He would try to set paw over the line. He wasn't sure where this was going, but there he was, stepping over the line.
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[SUNSTAR]

It still startles him at times, the size of those within these borders. Sunstride was no mountain amongst mice, yet he loomed over some of these so-called warriors. Size alone was no determination of skill (Wolfsong is testament enough to the might of those not quite to his eye level), yet many of them lean towards frailty. Yewberry does not strike him as one made of sun-dried pine or brittle branches; he is rounder, gently edged. Not so pointy. Yet he is small, and he is weak, and Sunstride will not allow those two to go together any longer. The tomcat approaches him, hesitance in every shift of his paws, and as he approaches the line, paw raised to step over it. Sunstride dips his shoulder to the soft grey chest and shoves, attempting only to push him further from the now gently smudged line. "Cross it," he repeats, with further intensity, his eyes beginning to gleam.

﹥ˏˋ〘  OOC NOTES INFORMATION 〙ˊˎ﹤

• ooc: —
• SUNSTRIDE. named for his coloration and his bold chasing of fate.
  —— cis male, uses he - him. thirty-four moons old. warrior of windclan and former rogue.
  —— cautious of clan life, but an apt learner. encourages close bonds between clanmates.
  —— loyalty uncertain, cares for those surrounding him. undoubtedly closest to wolfsong.
  
  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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[Irispath]

He was so confused, why did Sunstride push him? What was this for? He sat in confusion for a moment. Perhaps he was overthinking it. Cross the line?

Okay.

He shook himself and watched Sunstride for a moment. He wasn't sure if he was being bullied or not, but he didn't feel any danger. Yet, anyways. He took a breath, and more forcefully tried to step over the line now that he knew he was going to be pushed.




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