Posts by sunfreckle

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    sunkit - sunpaw sunfreckle / 15 moons / npc x npc; many siblings (npcs).

    the eldest sibling (mother had several small litters); father is deceased.

    cisgender male; masculine pronouns / single and gay; too shy to mingle.

    very easy to befriend (typically for those who are not cruel); sociable.

    trapper of bloodclan / not raised the way most other bloodclanners are.

    doesn't quite fit in; believes in starclan, though still loyal to clanmates.


    red tabby with low white / not bulky, but fairly trim with a sinewy edge.

    wears a blue gem on a gold chain necklace; ref by dA's peachilyy

    warm and amiable / while he isn't always smiling, he is quite pleasant.

    do not mistake him for being weak; he is steadfast in what he believes.

    "Is that how we treat our clanmates?" His bright gaze lifted from her extended claws to her face, distinctly unimpressed with the display, and he stood beside the tuxedo with his tail tucked over Twitchy's shoulder in a sign of solidarity. Twitchy had done his best with what he had, and he didn't deserve to be heckled for his concern. "He's taken the Blood Oath. He's proven himself and earned his place here." His head tilted slightly, eyes unwavering. "A tree will split from rot long before it splits from lightning." It wouldn't do anyone any good to be squabbling among themselves, especially not threatening to take it further than that over something so trifling. But so many of them conflated strength with finding others' weaknesses, as opposed to addressing their own. He saw it when his siblings bickered.


    "Have you finished trying to hide your actions behind insults?" He turned his attention from Dualeyes to the kit, who had most likely hoped to use the bustle of midday as a distraction. But some of them had hunted already, and the ginger tom had a bit of a nose for trouble, so to speak.

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