pafp when i'm small // medicine den

[icebreath]

[retro to invasion]

Icebreath blinks her eyes open with a start, surprised by the sudden stillness of everything; she'd been dreaming of a moorland chase, despite her work in the waking world largely occurring underground. The wind in their fur, the thrumming of their paws against the earth, the tall grass grazing her lithe figure, the moonlight bathing her in its silvery glow as she races across the territory. The abruptness of her awakening feels as though she'd just slammed into a tree, forced to a whiplash-inducing halt.

They glance around the medicine den and see sunlight filtering in through the tunnel's entrance; it was a daytime nap, a product of boredom alone. With a quiet, unsatisfied grunt, they roll onto their back with twitching ears, trying to catch snippets of conversation drifting in from outside. I hate this. The sound of approaching pawsteps catches their attention just as the thought crosses their mind. Icebreath tips their head back, craning her neck to rest her pale gaze on an upside down figure slipping into the den -- Sunstride! Immediately aware of how silly she must look, she rolls back over onto her stomach and reflexively dips her head. "Hi, Sunstride." He's a familiar presence in here, which makes sense given his family residing within the den, and always a welcome one -- even if she does feel embarrassed to be seen in such a helpless, useless state by the deputy. "How are you?" It's impossible to conceal the underlying eagerness in her tone and demeanor; anything that breaks up the monotony of her days on bed rest is met with excitement.

@SUNSTRIDE
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[SUNNVAR]

✦　　. 　 ˚　.   There is something wonderful about a place like this. The moors. Open skies and gentle, grassy expanses. He dreams of it too. His mind is torn between that and the mountains– sometimes it will try to combine them. He spends the entirety of it climbing, and rests upon a small clearing that smells of heather and sunlight. He understands the desire for familiarity and motion both. It has been some moons since he was last terribly injured, but his temporary sickness left him with nothing but dreams. A lazy hope for something more. Icebreath must know the feeling well by this time. She has been cooped up here for far too long. He wouldn't blame her for the moment of boredom and mirth.

In fact, he smiles loosely upon sight, expression startled from him at her deferential shift. It seems that no matter how many moons he remained in this position, Sunstride would never know what it was like to respected in such a manner. He had known parts of it in the place of his birth. Others who listened to his commands, or bowed to his judgement. But it was always with jostling shoulders and raucous laughter. Never had they seemed so....meek. What a terrible thing to be. At least it does not seem to linger. He nudges the mouse he had caught closer to her; far from a great feast, but enough to take the edge off of gnawing hunger. "As well as one may be in a time such as this." A polite way of saying not very well, he supposes.

"I nearly envy your rest, though I am sure you want nothing more than to leave it. How does your wound fare?"

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

• OOC. PLEASE PRETEND I AM NOT SO LATE I'M SORRY
• ✦　　. 　 ˚　.   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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