- Dec 18, 2022
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──⇌•〘 INFO 〙 Wolfsong would not admit it to a clanmate, but he desires comfort. He has come to blows with a dear friend, left questioning the ground beneath his paws and where he stands with a man whose thoughts he once knew as his own. And in a stroke of terrible fate, Juniperfrost's death heralded the burning of the budding sapling he'd planted with Houndsnarl. Sunflowerpaw rests in the medicine den with a paw wounded by the jaws of a twoleg trap, and though the distance has mended between he and Sunstride, it is a newly healed bone: it aches when he walks, even as it supports his weight.
So he wishes to indulge himself, just for a short while.
"My friends," he begins, raising his voice to be heard clearly, "you are all unquestionably brave and I admire your strength of will." He pauses for effect, turning where he stands to glide his gaze across his fellows. "But you have yet to master speechcraft and the lash that is wit. I invite you to sharpen your tongues here with me."
So he wishes to indulge himself, just for a short while.
"My friends," he begins, raising his voice to be heard clearly, "you are all unquestionably brave and I admire your strength of will." He pauses for effect, turning where he stands to glide his gaze across his fellows. "But you have yet to master speechcraft and the lash that is wit. I invite you to sharpen your tongues here with me."