pafp WRESTLING ╱ R-R-R-RUMBLE ´ˎ˗

[SUNNVAR]

Memory is a strange thing. It was a life lived and lessons learned, but so too was it the musculature of his legs, or the sharpness of his teeth. Sunstride had made himself in the image of the world he lived in. And now he is somewhere else entirely. Transplanted to a hostile domain full of sunshine and rigidity. He misses home. He misses all that it had entailed.

The rogue group had been a decent reprieve. Though he did not find himself loving all those that had claimed part of it, that they knew him longer than WindClan is distinctly real in his mind. He finds comfort in that extra history, however brief. Perhaps that is why he has taken to Heathclaw today. It had started earlier in the morning with playful jostles to his shoulder or tugs upon a piece of his fur. He was a difficult one to crack, and not a tom easily inspired to a fight, yet Sunstride seeks it out with diligence and insistence both. Pestering him without reprieve and always flashing his laughing teeth when he turns to see what had become of him.

It has built slowly, but it boils over as things wind down within WindClan's camp. Rather than simply shouldering Heathclaw as he had done before, the burnished tom crouches low, his belly to the dirt, and pounces. He has every intention of bowling the other warrior over and sending both of them tumbling, already lowering his head to attempt and nip at his ears with the ferocity of a kitten at play. "You are far too stoic a creature, Heathclaw! Lighten up."

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• ooc: please wait for @HEATHCLAW. !!
• SUNSTRIDE. named for his coloration and his bold chasing of fate.
  —— cis male, he - him. thirty-eight moons old. lead warrior of windclan + 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.
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[HEATHCLAW.]

Heath doesn't know what he's done to attract attention like this– jostles at his side and naggings that someone foolhardy may think accidental. Sunstride was too careful a creature to get caught on such things, and, knowing this, Heathclaw would spare him only the slightest shift in expression, brows lifted in the hints of a question, but posture otherwise maintained. WindClan was a place where he could spare no misstep. He remains stone within its ranks, so long as Sootstar was alive. Able to be leaned on– though perhaps, Sunstride was taking this too seriously.

He carries on, the both of them.

At some point, Heathclaw stops giving him looks. He pretends that he notices nothing at all, even if a trained eye may spot the twitch of a lip as the golden warrior jolts him again. Memories of easier times are bolstered within him. Times with his siblings, never staid, but never dull. He begins to think that perhaps, such thoughts are intentional. And he strains to keep a straight face when at last, it all seems to come to a head. Sunstride does not hide it when he crouches, no. Like a kit hunting his first beetle– not a thought to stealth in his mind, his belly is to the ground, and Heathclaw thinks that he couldn't possibly–

He does. Heath is brought to the ground by him. He even goes so far as to nip at tufted ears, to which he'd respond with by aiming sheathed paws at Sunstride's face. He succumbs more easily than he'd meant to, any sort of comeback dying on his tongue. " Get off, you brute, " he gruffs, smiling.

OOC INFORMATION

• ooc: SO sorry for the terribly late reply. BITES YOU BITES YOU BITES YOU
  
• — HEATHCLAW: he / him; cisgender male, 45 moons. moor - runner of windclan.
  — bisexual with no clear preference. single.
  — low, rumbling voice with a noticeable, but not overbearing southern drawl.
  — goes with the tides. if loyalty is what will benefit him, so be it. independent but amicable.
  
  — for windclan – a tall and broad chocolate tabby tom with half a tail. Smattered with smaller scars, the most obvious being a sharp cut across his lower jaw and eye, that of which is half-blind. Sharp-jawed with an intense hazeled stare; lost most of his tail due to an incident when he was younger.

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[Bluepool]

"Oooooo everyone look out the boys are fighting!" she calls out playfully as she approaches, her scrap of a tail waving excitedly in the air and a wide smile on her face. She does not share the same easy history that is between the cats previously of the rogue group, now joined together under her sister. But Sunstride and Heathclaws are her friends in a different sort of the word. She finds Heathclaw's stoic silence intriguing and she enjoys the energy that Sunstride seemed to exude, especially right now. She lets out a snort as Heathclaw rolls over and allows Sunstride to pin him, only a few half-hearted swipes given in an attempt to free himself.

"Is that all ya got Heathclaw?" she calls out, amusement clear in her golden colored eyes. "Don't worry I'll save you!" She drops into a crouch, her tongue sticking out in her concentration, she would not miss her mark! After a brief wiggle (for callibration purposes of course) she pounces, aiming to knock Sunstride off of the massive tom trapped underneath him, though she doesn't put her full body weight into it.

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[SUNNVAR]

He cannot restrain his laugh as the other warrior tumbles. The paw to his face does nothing to truly keep him at bay, though he is pressed far enough back that gentle teeth can no longer make contact to Heathclaw's ear. Instead he turns for his paw, attempting to take the circumference of a sturdy forelimb between his teeth. Still, he laughs around it as he shakes his head. Fur and dirt remain near his maw as he lets go and even still he laughs, allowing out a mirthful burst of, "A fearful warrior you must be, if you expect words to do your work!" It is true, he knows– in battle, there were few warriors that he would trust as his side the way he would Heathclaw. Wolfsong, naturally, and the others of Sootstar's council. Tigerfrost found his place among the stars, and Sunstride grieves the loss of one so formidable. Heathclaw lives, and thrives within their borders. But he is so withdrawn that he may at times be a ghost. It would do him well to learn to play.

Even as Bluepool comes to his rescue, she joins in their game. Her strength does not send Susntride flying, but it is more than enough to send him over. Not away from Heath as she had intended — oh no, he falls into him, over him, the full of his weight draped heavily across the other tom. "Beaten as easily as a kitten," he mourns theatrically. "One can only hope you are strong enough to move me, before you perish at my side."

＞ˏˋ〘  OOC NOTES REFERENCE 05.28.2023 〙ˊˎ＜

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• SUNSTRIDE. named for his coloration and his bold chasing of fate.
  —— cis male, he - him. approx. 40 moons old. lead warrior of windclan + 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 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.

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