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[DUSKPOOL]

the dog that weeps after it kills is no better than the dog that doesn't. my guilt will not purify me.

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Paddin' forward, Duskpool dipped his head in Flowercloud's direction, molten copper crinklin' in muted happiness, seein' his younger sister rise to her newly established rank as SkyClan's deputy. "I'll see to it they're taken care of." He rumbled, tone like crashing thunder as he swiveled a massive helm in Lostmoon's direction, molten copper narrowin' in mild amusement.

He doubted Lostmoon was thrilled to be cooped up inside the nursery until birth, and then an additional six moons before they're apprenticed. He sighed, drawin' heavy paws toward the expectin' queen, wooly plumage flutterin' across the ground, watchin' the other with a narrowed molten hue.

He worried for the young caregiver, especially now that they were headin' out soon enough. Duskpool bumped his head against the other's helm, expression soft against the hardened planes of a battle-weary face. "It'll be alright, kiddo." He murmured to the expecting queen, swivelin' his helm to watch Lionfire and Wolfstorm converse with their apprentices — to his apprentice somewhere in the crowd.

We'll make it out.

And that was a promise.

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my bones are smoldering ✦✦ and my knuckles are bloody

• ooc
  —— xxx
• 
  release me

  from my promise to

  you

  .
  
  don't make me do this anymore. don't make me go on

  without

  you​
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• duskpool he/him
  ♡ a massive scarred obsidian-smoked ghost mackerel tabby maine coon / norwegian forest mix w/ molten copper eyes and low-white
  ♡ senior warrior ( ex- sunguard ) of skyclan
  ♡ seventy-five moons; ages on the 1st of every month
  ♡ speech thought attack
  ♡ peaceful + healing powerplay permitted
  
  
  penned by blueblossomtea​

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[[SNOWVEIL]]

SNOWVEIL, 88 moons / SkyClan + Perm Queen
A lean silver black lynx point with milky blue eyes and many scars
Delights in listening to all that goes around, can be a bit gruff, will put you on your place
Tagging @Creamkit

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During the preparation for the journey ahead, she heard many noises, everyone bustling around to get ready, to take with them what they could. Her ears twitched once as she caught the sound of cats volunteering to help the medicine cats carry herbs and supplies. Good, that was one thing one didn't need to fret over anymore. Certain that Tigerfoot and Swallowpaw had enough volunteers, she decided her efforts were needed elsewhere. And with purposeful steps, she padded over to where she knew the little kits were. Her unseeing blue eyes blinked warmly, and a soft purr rumbled in her throat.

"Let's make sure you rascals don't cause any trouble for us, hm?" she teased, her tone light and playful as she lifted her head proudly Though she couldn't see them, Snowveil's heightened senses made her a steady and reliable presence. She listened for their tiny movements, the shifting of their fur as they wriggled, and even their soft, whispered giggles. She had made up her mind, on this long and dangerous journey, her focus would be on the youngest, the most vulnerable among them.

"Stay close to us, and I'll make sure this big, scary journey isn't so bad." she reassured, her voice filled with warmth and quiet determination. While others tended to the physical needs of the clan, Snowveil knew her role: to be a guide, a guardian, and a calming presence for those who needed her most. She lifted her head momentarily in a respective nod toward what she hoped was Milkheart.

And when the group started to leave, she moved only when she was certain they were walking too. Blind as she may be, she would not form an obstacle on this journey.

DON'T LET MY CALM FOOL YOU

there's fire underneath this snow