Open Camp SkyClan Cirrus in light you lie (Cumulus in dark you vow) || Sun-bathing

[Ptarmigankit Ptarmigankit]

{$title} Following treatment from Swallowbreeze, Ptarmigan is finally starting to recover and is spending some time sunbathing in camp!

———————————— You're not meant to sing along, it isn't that kind of song. ✦

It had been... 17 days since Ptarmigan found this place. While they still had more time to recover, remaining firmly in the medicine den made them feel rather cramped and antsy. Small spaces unnerved them, but Swallowbreeze agreed fresh air would help their chest, but not to go far.

So, they set up comfortably right by the medicine den, they wouldn't do anything to make themself feel worse, though anything they could have didn't feel particularly appealing. They were simply content. For the first time in a very long time, they felt like they could breathe without a wheeze, and while they still couldn't seem to stop this pestering congestion, it was better than it had been.

Under the sun, it wasn't painful, not like they were sweating out the little water they retained, and even if they had been, cats had been very kindly bringing them water. And food! That first mouse they had to be warned not to eat so fast, but the hunger in their belly was hard to ignore. But that was gone now. They were just... Content. Comfortable. Safe...

The semblance of a smile tugging at their lips fell with that thought. It had been a lovely couple of weeks. They felt almost ashamed to admit it, they had a duty to their colony, but they felt safer here than they ever did at home. Cats looked at them with kind eyes and warm smiles. It was a foreign concept at first, a smile without a price. Kindness without a debt. Even now, there was an unsettled feeling, like any moment they would have the nest pulled from under them. Expected to pay back what they owed and be cast out to return to their colony.

That feeling made their stomach turn, maybe... Maybe they should go before they're forced to. Make it easier on everyone, especially for those who had seemed to grow atta-

A presence in their vision made their racing mind stop in their tracks, craning their head up to see a clan member. "Oh, hello. I-I'm not in your way am I?" Immediately, they grew nervous, thinking they had blocked something important off. Why else would someone approach them?

——— Now you're lying face down.

You blend into the background. ———

• chikky parm sat in the sun come and say hello to the less plagued baby
• 
  Ptarmigan
  ✦—Future Skyclan Kitten | 4 moons
  ✦—They/He/She
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A long-haired sealpoint kitten with tired amber eyes.
  #94e4ae

 

[Denpaw]

The blue tabby approached the sick little thing of a kit with intent. It wasn't always that a foreigner with perhaps some unknown illness came by. Lately, they have been lucky with illnesses. Denpaw had almost not seen anything like that around Skyclan. Most of the cats that ended up in the medicine den were victims of nasty wounds at worst, and at best just minor scrapes. And Denpaw was surely excited to see what could possibly be up with the little kit.

He heard many things about the kit, mostly voices that were very kind and worried by him. It wasn't like Denpaw didn't care for the kit. He hoped they would be alright. Yet, what drove him was pure curiosity.

"Uh, me? No, not at all." Denpaw shrugged, looking with attentive and curious eyes at Ptarmigankit. "What do you have? Do you know?" His eyes sparkled with scientific interest. "Do you still have a fever?"

Denpaw put a paw to the kit's small nose, a small moment of silence as if he was assessing something. "Hm, you seem better," he decided, barely allowing the small cat room to reply. "Did you take any herbs?"

Finally, the apprentice sat down, allowing Ptarmigan some room to breathe and answer his many questions.

_____________I’M A COWARD, ☆ I'M CORRODING _________________

• "speech"
  thoughts
  
  ☆ OOC:
  
  Art by Lavs!
  

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• DENPAW he/him, skyclanner, 7 moons.
  ☆ A tall and soft-looking blue classic tabby with low white and deep blue eyes.
  ☆ Mentored by No one
  ☆ No family
  ☆ Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ Color = aquamarine
  ☆ Penned by draculaelliot ↛ draculaelliot on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[DUSKPOOL]

DUSKPOOL​

Wooly plumage flickered, starin' at the small fry with a soft iris, mullin' over days past while half the clan went off to the gatherin'. He sighed softly, shakin' out obsidian wool to settle a length from the pipsqueak. "Hey now, no need to overwhelm the kiddo." He rumbled to Denpaw, hard brow raised in muted amusement. Reckon it goes to say just how curious their youngsters are becomin'. He winced inwardly at the trouble the lot of 'em would get into durin' their apprenticehood.

"Enjoyin' the sun, now, eh?" His head dipped in Ptarmigan's direction. "Reckon Swallowbreeze done good in helpin' ya." His scarred lips quirked subtly.

we're only haunted by the things we refuse to accept

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  DUSKPOOL he/him a storm carved in flesh and smoke, duskpool towers with the bulk of a maine coon and norwegin forest cat. his wooly black pelt bristles with ghost-stripes and scars—old wounds etched like lightning through dusk. one copper eye burns like molten steel and the other a mangled ruin of war. every step is heavy, thunderous—war-born, death-burdened, and unflinchingly alive.
  
  ᯓ★ senior warrior of skyclan (sun guard during coffeestar's reign)
  ᯓ★ brother to outlawbite & thistlestrike, half-brother to flowercloud
  ᯓ★ eighty-three moons; ages on the 1st of every month
  ᯓ★ speech thought action
  ᯓ★ peaceful/healing powerplay permitted
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[Ptarmigankit Ptarmigankit]

———————————— You're not meant to sing along, it isn't that kind of song. ✦

They blinked once, then twice, then again. It was one thing for another young cat - or, well, apprentice Tawnybeam had told her - to approach her. It was a whole different thing that they blatantly asked what they were sick with. She didn't take it with offence, but with curiosity.

"That is a rather peculiar way to greet someone." They tilted their head, ears flopping to the side. "Just a flu I think Swallowbreeze said. I'm small, and it's hard to fight it without rest and herbs." It was mostly a parroting of what she had told them; they knew much about plants and sickness, but it was a genuine shock that rest was needed to shake an illness. All their life, they had been told that hard work to sweat out the sickness was the sure-fire way.

She went to speak, only for the strange apprentice to put a paw to their nose, making their words die on their tongue. Though the tickling of fur made her eyes water, before sneezed into her paws with a congested-sounding grumble. "Better, but not healthy." She huffed tiredly, she knew it took time, but being under the weather more of her life than not made her antsy for the day she would shake this awful illness and get to what cats their age were meant to do!

Though the stranger inquired about the herbs, they had to pause and recall the concoction they were fed. "Well... It was mostly tansy, 'cause it helps with coughs and my sore throat, but she used lavender and dandelion for my fever. It's a shame to have to take lavender, I prefer it for its scent but it's helped me a lo-" They drawled on, only for another voice to interupt.

Ptarmigan really had to crane their neck this time, a warrior - grown cat - addressed them this time. "It's okay, Mister, I like plants." She nodded to herself moreso. "Mmhm, it's lovely to enjoy the sun without a fever, it's a nice sort of warm. Especially since I can go in the shade if it gets too hot." It was that sort of control Ptarmigan never had; it was a small thing in reality, being able to curl up back in the den if the sun grew uncomfortable. Fever, having racked their form for a while, had made that impossible for them.

——— Now you're lying face down.

You blend into the background. ———

• 
  Ptarmigan
  ✦—Future Skyclan Kitten | 4 moons
  ✦—They/He/She
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A long-haired sealpoint kitten with tired amber eyes.
  #94e4ae

 

[Swirlpaw]

Swirlpaw, -- 8 Moons / Skyclan Apprentice -- Ages on the 5th
Brown and orange tabby chimera she-cat with mismatched eyes.
Daughter of Milkheart, sister of Creampaw and Chestnutpaw.
Apprentice of Mousefang

Tagging @Ptarmigankit

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Lured over by curiosity at seeing others interact with the new kit, Swirlpaw approached quietly and sat next to @DUSKPOOL for a moment, watching the small thing answer @Denpaw's question. He looked so tiny. Underfed and scruffy, sickly, she wondered where they came from, and how they treated him, but she knew it would be rude to ask. The new kit seemed to know a lot about plants, though! Maybe she could be of use as a medicine cat apprentice! It was a lot to learn, but Ptarmigankit- or, well, just Ptarmigan since she was a rogue, had a head start in learning!

Ears pering a little as they finished talking, she took a couple steps forward, staring at the kit for a second before smiling and saying a bright, "Good sunhigh!" in greeting. Swirlpaw walked closer and sat nearby in the sun, though she kept a respectful tail length between them. Her curiosity unstoppable, she couldn't help but blurt, "Are you staying in Skyclan? You would be really helpful in the medicine den! Did you have a medicine cat where you come from-?" Oh no, that was probably rude to ask. Oops. Too late!

 

[Ptarmigankit Ptarmigankit]

———————————— You're not meant to sing along, it isn't that kind of song. ✦

While it was a surprise to see so many cats approaching them, it wasn't too out of the realm of reality. Anyone would be curious about a kitten appearing out of nowhere, but it was, though, a strange feeling to have that attention. Foreign, almost.

It was why they didn't flinch to see another apprentice approach, a peculiar looking one, with long curly fur only where their fur was brown, her orange fur far shorter. "Good sunhigh to you, too." Finally, someone with a regular greeting, but just as the thought passed along came more questions. It wasn't a bad thing, just weird. No one in the colony ever inquired how they were, what they were doing, just demands and orders.

But the question itself made Ptarmigan falter. "Well... I assume that is for Hawkstar to decide, right?" They breathed, before realising how it sounded. "W-well I, I should go back, I suppose... " They didn't sound all too convincing about it. She was meant to be loyal to her colony, but compared to Skyclan it felt like it would have been walking willingly into a nightmare. They bit their tongue before sighing. "I'm not sure. It feels like I have to go back since my family is there, but..." Her voice trailed off, not sure how to complete her thought, only for the apprentices' rambling to continue on.

It took Ptarmigan to register what the other had said, Medicine cat and Medicine den, the terminology still rather strange. But once it clicked, they grew rather sheepish. "Oh well, I'm not so sure, I only picked up on a little from being treated by the Herbalist and having to go collect what I used, I don't know how much help I could be." They chuckled humourlessly, they memorised what they had been treated with because they were required to repay their debt in full, they never seemed to make a dent in it, though. But knowing what he did now, it seemed like they would have been in an inescapable cycle of sickness and debt.

The kitten grimaced to themself, before continuing. "Herbalist, I guess they're a lot like Swallowbreeze in work. But they were a lot more... Distant." Ptarmigan shrugged, tucking their paws in close. "At my colony, we would get treatment and checked on only once every couple of days, we still had to help around if we could still walk. If you stayed in their den too long after you got your herbs, you'd get in trouble for not helping."

They spoke of their colony, unknowingly, like the past, something in the prior. While they cognisanitly not recognise it, Ptarmigan already tried to treat the colony like a long-forgotten thing, just the idea of returning sounded awful, the more they discussed how it functioned.

——— Now you're lying face down.

You blend into the background. ———

• Replying to @Swirlpaw
• 
  Ptarmigan
  ✦—Future Skyclan Kitten | 4 moons
  ✦—They/He/She
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A long-haired sealpoint kitten with tired amber eyes.
  #94e4ae

 

[Swirlpaw]

Swirlpaw, -- 8 Moons / Skyclan Apprentice -- Ages on the 5th
Brown and orange tabby chimera she-cat with mismatched eyes.
Daughter of Milkheart, sister of Creampaw and Chestnutpaw.
Apprentice of Mousefang

Tagging @Ptarmigankit

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Swirlpaw's eyes widened as she listened, clearly baffled by what they were saying. That sounded so... wrong! She couldn't put her paw on why, but that was so... weird! Why would any colony work like that? Well, she supposes, they are no good rogues and loners, they don't have the stars to guide their paws into following the code and acting properly. She blinked, a long silence between the two stretching before she was talking again, loud and almost too fast to understand.

"What!? That's crazy! Your herbalist is crazy and your whole colony is crazy! Our medicine cat would never do all of that! Why I- they made you walk around when you were sick? How were you ever supposed to get better! You're not supposed to help when you're sick!" she huffed, "That- that's against the warrior code, or at least it should be! I guess your colony didn't have the code and that's why they're like that!" she nodded her head, firm in her belief, and continued before Ptarmigankit could even get a word in, "You know in the warrior code you're never to turn away kits and always have to help them no matter what! So Hawkstar would never send you away!" Swirlpaw sounded completely confident in her statement, as if it was an undeniable truth.

 

[Ptarmigankit Ptarmigankit]

———————————— You're not meant to sing along, it isn't that kind of song. ✦

Ptarmigan watched stunned, as the seemingly very sweet - albeit rambly - apprentice burst into a whole babble about their colony. It was strange, one's loyalty meant to defend their home and kin, but frankly, they couldn't. Not when in the face of cats who had treated them with unneeded kindness, pointed out the faults in the colony. Even so, even hearing it, there was a sickening feeling in their stomach, of everything they had tried to prove? Strength in the face of sickness, perseverance against the strife. Was all of that for nothing? Worth nothing?

They grew quiet, piping up for just a moment. "How else do you think I found this place?" They sighed, not defensively but almost resigned. "I had to repay my herb debt, and the sun hasn't been kind to our grasslands, so we've had to venture far."

But even so, the apprentice babbled on, something catching her attention. "A warrior code?" She parroted back, eyes furrowed but curious, these cats had a code of rules to follow, it seemed. As she continued on, a weak smile fell on Ptarmigan's face for the first time since she came here. "Well, I don't know your code, but I'm glad it applies even to an outsider like me."

She blinked, thinking, before meeting Swirlpaw's eyes with a glint. "Could you tell me more about this code? You seem rather dedicated to it, whether I stay or not, I would like to hear more." She seemed dead set on Ptarmigan remaining, and while she didn't feel so full of hope, she wouldn't either dash her beliefs. If she truly believed Hawkstar would allow her to stay, then maybe Ptarmigan could believe as much, too.

——— Now you're lying face down.

You blend into the background. ———

• Replying to @Swirlpaw
• 
  Ptarmigan
  ✦—Future Skyclan Kitten | 4 moons
  ✦—They/He/She
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A long-haired sealpoint kitten with tired amber eyes.
  #94e4ae

 

[Swirlpaw]

Swirlpaw, -- 8 Moons / Skyclan Apprentice -- Ages on the 5th
Brown and orange tabby chimera she-cat with mismatched eyes.
Daughter of Milkheart, sister of Creampaw and Chestnutpaw.
Apprentice of Mousefang

Tagging @Ptarmigankit

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Swirlpaw felt her heard sink a little, hearing about a debt to be repaid, as if that were... normal. As if cats weren't supposed to care about each other no matter what. As if family and clanmates aren't supposed to stand side by side and support one another even when one is sick or injured or, or... It was wrong to treat cats that way, but especially kits! "Well... well we don't have debt here, so you won't have to do that!" she said with conviction.

She perked up at Ptamigankit asking about the warrior code, and she adjusted where she was sitting so that she could get comfortable. This kit knew nothing about the honors of clan life, and Swirlpaw was going to make sure she knew all about it! "Of course I can! Hmmm hmmm... Well, you know Hawkstar is our leader, right? She was chosen by our previous leader to lead, and that leader was chosen by the one before it, and the one before it, for generations! When Hawkstar became leader, Starclan gifted her nine lives, and it's her job to protect her clan and honor the warrior code!" Swirlpaw rambled.

"The code is SUPER important, and all cats are supposed to follow it no matter what! You'll get in big trouble if you break it! Ummm, well, hmm first is obviously, you have to protect all kits no matter what, even if they're outsiders!" she said, giving Ptamigankit a smile before continuing, "You have to defend your clan and your clanmates with your life! We have to protect each other! Ummm, prey is only caught to be eaten, and kits and elders are supposed to be fed first! An honorable warrior never kills in battle unless they absolutely have to! A deputy- did your colony have deputies? Oh whatever, a deputy, who helps the leader and is going to be leader if the leader died, HAS to have mentored an apprentice before!"

"Do you guys have apprentices? Well apprentices are cats that are training to be warriors! I'm an apprentice! My mentor is mousefang! He's training me to be better at fighting and climbing trees and hunting and all sorts of things! And- and mentors make sure you know and obey the warrior code too! They're supposed to um, guide you, in the ways of a warrior and stuff! I'm going to be the best warrior I can, I want to protect my clan! Especially from Thunderclan..." the last part was mumbled, almost to herself.

 

[Denpaw]

Denpaw rolled his eyes at Duskpool's intervention, but didn't confront the older warrior. He was more interested in the ill kit's answers. He listened carefully to what Ptarmigan said, nodding along. It made sense, to what he had been learning from his visits to the medicine cat's den. Denpaw mentally took note of those herbs and their uses, and tucked it away for later.

"You would be really helpful in the medicine den!"

Something in the way Swirlpaw said this made Denpaw fall silent. Would Swallowbreeze take this scruffy little thing as her apprentice?! The tabby gritted his teeth, mulling over what he heard. He barely paid attention to what Swirlpaw babbled on. Something about their code, pfft. As if a little loner kit would care about such things.

Denpaw aspired to at some point become a medicine cat. Not that anyone really knew about it. After all, he was very private about his own affairs. But was Ptarmigankit really a threat to his aspirations? Well, they already had a better relationship with half the clan than Denpaw had. Always reclusive and not very interested in his own peers, it made sense that he had no close friendships.

He sighed softly, before tuning in again at the conversation. It didn't matter, if the little kit had the knowledge he needed, Denpaw would keep talking to her.

"I don't think I have introduced myself, I'm Denpaw." He cut Swirlpaw and Ptarmigankit's conversation short, not caring very much if he was interrupting something or not. "And you're Ptarmigankit," he said as a statement, not a question, no doubt at all in his voice.

"Tell me more about your herbalist. What have they taught you?"

_____________I’M A COWARD, ☆ I'M CORRODING _________________

• "speech"
  thoughts
  
  ☆ OOC: He has this aspiration but will become a rustclaw field medic when this falls through hehe
  
  Art by Lavs!
  

• 

• DENPAW he/him, skyclanner, 7 moons.
  ☆ A tall and soft-looking blue classic tabby with low white and deep blue eyes.
  ☆ Mentored by No one
  ☆ No family
  ☆ Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ Color = aquamarine
  ☆ Penned by draculaelliot ↛ draculaelliot on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[Ptarmigankit Ptarmigankit]

———————————— You're not meant to sing along, it isn't that kind of song. ✦

The kitten didn't even try to hide the confusion on her face. "Wait... Really?" Their head tilted to the side as their floppy ears tilted in kind. "I thought I would still have to help when I was better? I really wouldn't mind it if I did..." Their voice trailed off, growing quiet as the other continued.

Her jaw grew slack as her eyes glittered in disbelief. "Nine lives? But how? That's not possible, right?" Ptarmigan was only a kitten, they always knew death as something permanent, a cat could come back from the brink, yes, but revival after death... It felt inconceivable. But then again. They were just a kitten; clearly, they had much to learn. But another word caught in their mouth, they muttered it under their breath as the apprentice continued. "Starclan..."

She didn't have a chance to ask about the name, even if it had enraptured her attention much like this code itself. The kitten nodded gently with every last rule. The idea of this code was... Reassuring. As much as everyone else seemed horrified at the prospect, they found a quiet comfort out scanning the grassland for herbs and plants, it was structured and simple. With a carefully made to-do list and strict rules to follow, they found peace amongst the suffering.

But the mention again of warriors and apprentices made them perk up. "Uhm... Maybe we did? I know my littermates started some training while I was out collecting herbs, but no one ever stopped to explain it to me; they were just sort of shuffled out of the nursery to go and help around camp while I was too weak to walk." They shrugged absently, it had once been something they longed for, to truly participate in the hubbub of the colony. Its what all cats look forward to, to serve their home until their final breath. But no one had ever actually given Ptarmigan the details, not even when he asked, feeling well enough to want to help, but their debt had to be repaid first.

Ptarmigan gave the apprentice a small, yet warm, smile. "You seem really passionate about everything, I think you're gonna be a great warrior." Her positivity felt contagious, but something the chimaera muttered under her breath made the kitten take a pause as her face fell a little. "T-Thunderclan?"

They breathed to inquire further, only for the other apprentice to clear their throat and interrupt. Ptarmigan swivelled to look towards the grey tabby with an inquisitive look. "My name's just Ptarmiga-" Even as they tried to interject yet again they were interupted, taken back a little with how direct the apprentice - Denpaw - was.

The kitten shuffled a little in place before sighing a little dejectedly. "The Herbalist was one of the elder cats of my colony, they've been taking care of us all for generations now. They've tried to train cats to take their place, but I heard they always.... Failed." They diverted their eyes for a moment, not really wanting to settle on the topic too long before changing the conversation a little.

"It was mostly plant identification, knowing what was needed and what I couldn't leave behind, like catmint. Or what couldn't be eaten when I was away for a couple of days, I know what sorts of berries are poisonous." They shrugged, passively. The topic suddenly feels rather overwhelming. "I-Its kinda hard to go through everything I know since it's a bunch of small things about a lot of different plants, but we can talk more uh.. Later. Maybe. I-I might stick around longer if Hawkstar lets me, I can show you some plants if you'd like?"

——— Now you're lying face down.

You blend into the background. ———

• Replying to @Swirlpaw and @Denpaw
• 
  Ptarmigan
  ✦—Future Skyclan Kitten | 4 moons
  ✦—They/He/She
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A long-haired sealpoint kitten with tired amber eyes.
  #94e4ae

 

[Denpaw]

Denpaw frowned at Ptarmigan's speech. "You're a kit, aren't you? So your name needs to be Ptarmigankit. And when you become an apprentice, you will be called Ptarmiganpaw, just like I'm Denpaw." he said matter-of-factly. All the clans had such naming conventions. What kind of place was her colony to not name their cats like that? It was weird, that's what it was.

The blue tabby listened attentively to what the little kit had to say, as if wanting to slurp up all the knowledge directly from their brain. A glimmer of curiosity sparkled through his eyes.

"Don't you worry, you will stay. It would be against the code to turn you away. Hawkstar would never go against our code." He nodded, satisfied by the promise. He would come back for the kit when she was ready for that. "You should rest. I will come back for you and your herbal knowledge. Later."

He turned to Swirlpaw, who he had interrupted earlier. Who he had pretended to not be there, as she was not his main focus. Well, more like she was not the only focus he had in his life: the herbs. This time, represented by Ptarmigan's sickly form.

"Try not to talk their ears off too much." He shrugged and turned to trot away, waiting a bit to see if he would hear any replies before doing so.

_____________I’M A COWARD, ☆ I'M CORRODING _________________

• "speech"
  thoughts
  
  ☆ OOC: addressing directly @Ptarmigankit and @Swirlpaw
  
  Art by Lavs!
  

• 

• DENPAW he/him, skyclanner, 7 moons.
  ☆ A tall and soft-looking blue classic tabby with low white and deep blue eyes.
  ☆ Mentored by No one
  ☆ No family
  ☆ Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ Color = aquamarine
  ☆ Penned by draculaelliot ↛ draculaelliot on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[Swirlpaw]

Swirlpaw, -- 8 Moons / Skyclan Apprentice -- Ages on the 5th
Brown and orange tabby chimera she-cat with mismatched eyes.
Daughter of Milkheart, sister of Creampaw and Chestnutpaw.
Apprentice of Mousefang

Tagging @Ptarmigankit @Denpaw @DUSKPOOL

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Swirlpaw gave Ptarmigankit a huge smile in response to them saying she would be a great warrior, and opened her mouth to continue when they were rudely interrupted by Denpaw. She blinked at the criticism of Ptarmigankit's- Ptarmigan's name and her ears went flat when Denpaw told her to try not to talk their ears off too much. She huffed and said "Hey! when he turned to walk away, embarassment making her shuffle uncomfortably.

She glanced at Ptarmigankit and mumbles a little, "Sorry about him..." before looking around to see if Duskpool was still around. The senior warrior wouldn't let something like that slide, right...? Spotting the older cat, she called out "Duskpool?" to get his attention, hopefully he was listening to all of them talk still and hadn't been napping or thinking about something else.

 

[DUSKPOOL]

DUSKPOOL​

Plants, huh? Reckon Swallowbreeze may have a field day with the little squirt once she's more comfortable roamin' the camp with the rest of the young buggers lookin' to get into mischief. He kept quiet, merely lettin' out a slow, guttural rumble. His bulky frame towerin' over the lot of 'em, castin' nice enough shade for the youngsters to sit in. His mangle ear flickerin' in Swirlpaw's direction the moment he catches her sittin' beside the old tom for a moment.

Havin' been listenin' to the conversation, lips quirked downward at the alarmin' words comin' from the kid's mouth. His molten iris narrowed to fine pin pricks. He doubted their leader would send the kit on her way, not with the code, though ain't that a questionable thought. Shakin' his helm, Duskpool heaved a weary sigh, shiftin' until he was lyin' down with his forelimbs stretched forward, hindlegs tucked into his belly to watch the camp's way of life, enjoyin' the sun beatin' down on his smokey fur, capturin' the faint bronze hue.

At the sound of his name, Duskpool twisted a scarred helm in Swirlpaw's direction, havin' caught the tail end of Denpaw's comment. "Don't go listen to him, pipsqueak." He chuffed, flickin' a wooly plumage upside the apprentice's head gently. "Can't go makin' everyone happy, kiddo." He mused gruffly.

we're only haunted by the things we refuse to accept

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information

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• xxx
• 

  DUSKPOOL he/him a storm carved in flesh and smoke, duskpool towers with the bulk of a maine coon and norwegin forest cat. his wooly black pelt bristles with ghost-stripes and scars—old wounds etched like lightning through dusk. one copper eye burns like molten steel and the other a mangled ruin of war. every step is heavy, thunderous—war-born, death-burdened, and unflinchingly alive.
  
  ᯓ★ sun guard of skyclan during coffeestar and hawkstar's reign (mentor to sweetpaw)
  ᯓ★ father to almondpaw and cinderpaw
  ᯓ★ brother to outlawbite & thistlestrike, half-brother to flowercloud
  ᯓ★ eighty-three moons; ages on the 1st of every month
  ᯓ★ speech thought action
  ᯓ★ peaceful/healing powerplay permitted
• ​