no angst 𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ╱ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝗕𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆

[SUNSTAR]

A new sun has risen over WindClan, it seems, for at the mouth of the leader's den rests a figure who has buried himself inside for what must seem a lifetime. Seen mostly in passing, with a stony mask upon his face, Sunstar has not been the charismatic and familiar warrior that he once had been. Even still he knows he is not, but this — this is a step into his past, a brief foray into the times where he had jostled his shoulder against those he stood alongside, or groomed the pelts of those among his council. There is nothing so grand in him today. The very thought of speaking to another grates across his spine and leaves his mind an uncertain, hazy field to wander across, but he does not need to speak to show that he is here. That somewhere beneath all of this grief, there is a flame of Sunstar still remaining.

He takes a few steps away from his den. A golden puddle of sunlight stretches warmly across the space where sand meets coarse grass. Patrols would not be for some time. The prey pile is well enough stocked that they need not worry. And Sunstar, in a grand display of his recovery —

Melts into the puddle like he himself is made of sunshine, and turns upon his side to groom his scar-shattered limb.

⋆ 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄  ╱╱ 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝗕𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐋 〚 05.16.2024 〛 𖤓ᨒ

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  SUNSTAR. WINDCLAN LEADER.  ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆
  ——– AMAB HE - HIM - HIS ╱╱ 4+ YEARS OLD.

  NPC x NPC,. MATE TO WOLFSONG; FATHER TO ONE LITTER WITH HIM. MENTORING NOBODY.
  
  TH ╱╱ A LARGE, SCARRED CHOCOLATE AND WHITE ROSETTE TABBY TOM WITH SEAGLASS EYES

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[BILBERRYPAW]

Sunstar's first mistake had been laying down where Bilberrykit can see him.

Bilberrykit makes up for his lack in practice by keeping his approach slow. He creeps so low that the fur along his belly glides over the ground. One step, two, Bilberrykit counts at least five heartbeats inbetween moving each of his paws, until his mismatched eyes are trained directly on the plume of Sunstar's tail. It is only when Bilberrykit is confidently in pouncing distance that he makes his move—closing the distance in a single motion.

Despite the instinct to do so, Bilberrykit doesn't grip his prize with kitten sharp claws and batter it his his hindlegs. Instead, he nips the air just above the tail and offers a toothy grin to Sunstar, "I got you! Like an ambush!"

A yawn takes Bilberrykit then, large enough that Bilberrykit nearly tips himself sideways in the process. Her curls himself just where he had stood, and rests his chin on Sunstar's back as if it is the most familiar thing in the world, "Have you ever thought about changing your name so you are called something different? Like—like Lionstar. Sunlion."​

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[SOOTSPOT]

Sunbathing - an act beneath a child of Sootstar, along with breathing, eating, drinking, doing anything that made one a cat. He had never been a particularly rebellious creature, but, just this once, he had allowed himself to become real, sinking into the rays that beamed across his back as if they'd pinned him to the warming stones below. He had been content to mull in isolation (thinking of a black-and-tan tabby and when they would next meet) but, this was WindClan, and loneliness was not an option. Bilberrykit's voice rang out and, lazily, a singular chartreuse eye opened to see the little kitten jumping over Sunstar as if he was his father. Would it stir up memories of parenthood within their leader now that his own had matured? Briefly, he wondered if it would be a happy or sad feeling, before realising that he did not care to analyse the other with sleep still crusted at the corners of his vision. "What storytellers have told you our leader looks like a lion?" He chimed in, confident said storytellers would need to be rescinded from their jobs. He could think of no other reason why Bilberry would suggest a lion-based name so quickly.

"A leopard is more fitting, spotted and sleek. Sunleopard or Leopardstar are perfectly adequate names too."


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[CELANDINEPAW]

Sunbathing was like a sacred ritual for those at the Horseplace, at least with her family and friends. The spotted tabby had been born right at the cusp of summer, like the last drop of the full greenleaf's ardor before it waned and ebbed. After mousing had been done, the barncats would always sit along the sun's rays as they lie slanted from the windowsills. The apprentice was glad, at least, that such a tradition seemed universal between those of the wild and those of the housefolk.

Celandinepaw trotted to the splayed leader, her own light goldens like the young sun rising to meet the morn, splendent yet easy hues that blended in with the rusted wildgrasses. For how much Sunstar seemed like the resplendent king of the moors, an impassable force that was as constant as the warmth above, he looked quite... un-mighty at the moment. She flashed a smile at the leonine leader, of whom had not brushed away her trust - rather, reinforced it. At least he's comfortable enough around us to be like that. "I dunno... He looks pretty lion-y to me." The molly chuckled in response to Sootspot and Bilberrykit, voice relaxed as a ray that did not burn, merely bathe and rest itself upon the surfaces. Wheat-tinged gaze caught upon Sootspot for a fleeting heartbeat - he had always been quite cynical, and Celandine tired of such an attitude very easily. Then again, she hardly had many troubles roost upon her shoulders, and perhaps even a cat like her would be felled underneath the weight of grief and woe that most of her peers carried. "I always thought Sunstar looked more like a tiger. It's definitely the colors." Lions, tigers, and leopards seemed a completely foreign concept before Celandine had arrived to Windclan, as though her narrow view of the world had been broken by the bit, with whole histories laying just at the tip of her whiskers. She mostly refused to believe in them, thinking the whole concept of cats as large as wolves or badgers to be quite ridiculous, if anything. She appreciated how deftly the storytellers wove such mythical creatures into yarns of tales, at least.

𝘗𝘙𝘌𝘔𝘖𝘕𝘐𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕𝘚 𝘚𝘔𝘐𝘓𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘐𝘕 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘋𝘈𝘙𝘒 .° ✿ °. 𝘐 𝘊𝘈𝘕 𝘚𝘌𝘌 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘙𝘠 𝘐𝘚 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘛𝘖 𝘈𝘙𝘊

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  —— CELANDINEPAW / She/They/He / 9 Moons
  —— Moor Runner Apprentice of Windclan / Mentored by Dimmingsun
  —— A shorthaired golden spotted tabby with yellowish-green eyes. Somewhat pudgy, though lean and able to hold her ground in the wild.
  —— Extroverted and unafraid to speak their mind, she is a friendly and affable face in Windclan. Though ditzy and somewhat cowardly, she tries her best to help her clan.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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➾ KITEPAW. AND HOW CAN WE WIN WHEN FOOLS CAN BE KINGS? † ☼
𖤓 ✟—- ""i've heard in the stories that the lions were noble and courageous." though he may not resemble one in looks, kitepaw could clearly see sunstar's 'lion' elsewhere. the last seasons of windclan have been faced with so much loss and hardship, but their leader has been a golden beacon of strength... at least in kitepaw's eyes. "honored for their leadership and strength." starclan, he thinks he is so smart and introspective as he says the words. conversation and tales of lions and tigers aside, kitepaw, born of the cold moons is finding a great comfort in the warm days and sun shining into the camp. hopefully new-leaf would be kind to them, dotting the moors with new growth and plants and bringing life back into a scorched land. for now, there was nothing they could do but pray and wait and enjoy what they had. a peaceful moment he hoped to take advantage of. and so he sits down a small distance away from sunstar as to allow the resting tom his space, but still within tongue's reach of the lot of them.

though he means to hold his togue and allow the conversation to carry any which way, his mind drifts back towards the stories of the ancient clans and the different interpretations that everybody gathered had on them, all brought about by a kit's innocence. of course they were all familiar, though kitepaw wonders if the barn cats had their own stories of ancient cats and their rule passed down through the ages, generation to generation... he needs ask celandinepaw about it. with a tip of his head and a twitch of his whiskers, he casts a curious glance to her. "do you have any stories from horseplace?" he asks her, the excitement in his voice a little more than just the touch he had intended. he could only imagine how incredible learning stories from a new perspective outside of the clan had to be. "surely we can't be the only ones?"

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  ⭃ average sized tomcat with light cream tabby markings. he has a white chest and half face. his fur is a medium length and he has large whiskers. his eyes are a light blue.
  ⭃ highly religious, stubborn and hard-working, kindhearted and charismatic, honest, diligent, foolish and impulsive when frustrated, will speak out when something feels unjust.
  ⭃ open to minor and minor powerplay / / underline and tag when attacking ⇌ see his bio here
  ⭃ penned by @DOFFERZ! ⇌ doffloppa on discord, feel free to dm for plots. template credit to vayle.
  
  
  
  
  

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[Dustpaw!]

Dustkit has only heard of Sunstar, there was a lot of chatter she could hear outside the nursery about him. She'd always known he existed knew how important he was as a leader he was kind of like her in the way he could boss people around but instead of just kits he bossed the whole clan around assumedly. She doesn't understand the full gravity of who he was and the power he held, she'd only heard nursery tales about him and his nine lives (which she doubted was true cause duh' that obviously had to be an exaggeration). She hadn't met him, not fully anyway, the closest they'd been was when she was a newborn squeaking little runt and she didn't remember a thing from then. Her ears would perk hearing that name in her brothers voice and curiously she'd follow the sound.

She trounces over confidentially; she knew the camp well enough now every day memorizing more and more of it, she remembers the feeling of the sand, dirt and grassy portions and the feeling of the burrows and dens to be able to orient herself much better then before. She slows as she comes closer to them, nosing close to the ground until she nuzzles into her brothers fur but her cheek would rub against the warm fur of a kinda-stranger. She takes a moment to bury her nose in the 'strangers' fur snuffling to learn it better her maw parting as she raises her head back. The scent is familiar enough for her to make an educated guess paired with Bilberrykit's and the others meows this was Sunstar her brother was snuggled up to. No fair! Did that mean he was specialer then her because Sunstar was allowing him to cuddle! She doesn't let him revel and bask in the leaders warmth alone, She practically plops herself down on Bilberrykit's back, making herself comfortable by stealing his warmth!

She listens to the warriors talk, from what she's been told lions were just bigger cats much bigger then her and apparently fluffier having a long ruff of fur on their necks thankfully lions were something she'd never miss out on seeing (not that she cared about something so trivial) cause no one had ever seen one! Tigers and leopards were probably the same just big cats. At Kitepaw's words she perks up "Maybe my warrior name will be Dustlion if that's true! Cuz' im very noble and kah-rage-us!" she mewls, he also presses for stories from one of the other cats nearby them. A horseplace cat! She wanted to go to the horseplace the minute she became an apprentice and hunt sheep and maybe horses! She'd be the first to bring one home to the freshkill pile!

"Yeah! I wanna hear some horseplace stories too!"

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  Dustkit ✩ She/Her, Windclan Kit, 3 moons
  ⭃ short furred black smoke she-cat with high white and cloudy green eyes (blind)
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Kedamono ↛ @legmeatt on discord, feel free to dm for plots. ​

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