Backwritten 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋❜𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 | 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 (𝗇𝗉𝖼)

[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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He knew somethin' was up the moment his half-sister came to camp talkin' about Crowsight tryin' to keep 'em here in this hellhole and to add the cherry on top, tried takin' Cygentpaw. That damn fool is nothin' but a virus tryin' to take everything with him. His scowl deepened, curlin' like molten lava glistenin' beneath the rays of light shinin' against shiny upwalker rooftops lookin' damn right terrifyin' to the approachin' feline lookin' for a friendly conversation.

It didn't take long to find the good-for-nothin' deadbeat, body slammin' against the other's hide in an attempt to knock Crowsight over with a thunderous snarl on scarred lips, muzzle crinkling to reveal sharp, tinged canines. "I've been lookin' for ya." He rumbled gravelly, staring at the tom's wide pupils with greed.

Duskpool ain't a saint, and he never claimed to be, because right now, the obsidian warrior wanted to gut the coward right where he was. His claws flexed almost testing the waters to see the coward's reaction, head cocked, continuing to let out a low, steady rumble. "If ya ever go near my sister, or her kids again, I'll gut ya like a fox and leave yer corpse to rot for the mindless mutts to feast on ya." His tongue flickered out, licking at his canines, timbre a low, guttural promise.

"I should spill yer damn guts right now." He hissed, mangled ear swiveling flat against his scarred helm. He should after the stunt he pulled tryin' to manipulate his sister and nearly kidnap one of her kits. No one messed with his family unless they wanted to answer to him. He'd be damned if he let another member die, and he sure as hell will become a monster to do so. "But I won't." Unfortunately.

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my bones are smoldering ✦✦ and my knuckles are bloody

• ooc
  —— @deidre
• 
  release me

  from my promise to

  you

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

  without

  you​
  ​
• duskpool he/him
  ♡ a massive scarred obsidian-smoked ghost mackerel tabby maine coon / norwegian forest mix w/ molten copper eyes and low-white
  ♡ warrior 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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[deidre]

He was mad. Boiling. His family was leaving to continue to be skyclanners. Why didn't they see what he saw? That it was dangerous, and idiotic even- that she drag them who knows how far with this clan. Cygnetkit didn't even want to come with him, to safety. Calling him Crowsight, he shook his bulky head. They would regret this decision. They would die out there. And flowercloud will crawl back to him. He could sense it, the female was clingy, and needed him.

A large body slammed against him, knocking the wind out of him and sending him in a daze. His thoughts broken, He lifted his head, furrowing brows as he centered his focus on duskpool. I've been looking for you. The males eyes slit, aggression boiling in him- not fear this time as he found footing despite the dizziness.

"They're my kits too. That's what you folk don't understand. Flower, oh sweet flower, chose to be with me. And now? She's wiping my name in the dirt? I didn't manipulate, I merely.. told her she'd lead them all to their deaths." A shrug rolled through his shoulders. "Now she sends her brother to talk to me? Why.. such a scared girl she must be. She told me to say goodbye." A smile tugged on his lips, tail flickering. "And I wanted to make sure Cygnetkit was certain this is what she wanted. To even tell her siblings they should come with me , if she chose to. Have some... Father children bonding finally."

His gaze narrowed, watching the other carefully. Twice his size, maybe three, the male old and senile, he could likely out run him. "Is that so wrong?"

 

[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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A throaty growl escaped the older warrior at that, eye narrowing, pupils fine slits against the molten copper. "I don't think ya realize how closer ya are to facin' the grim reaper, kid." He rumbled like slow approachin' thunder, muzzle wrinklin' in distaste.

This fool was no saint, and he knew his half-sister. "And this is where yer words ain't true, now is it?" He towered over the fallen male, claws unsheathing. He was pissed. "I know she'd never say a damn thing like that unless she's got a reason, so how about ya try a better lie, eh?" He growled, scarred lips curlin' predatory. "I know yer games Crowsight" He rumbled slowly, attempting to press a paw against the feline's throat.

He knew how much they cried for their absent father, barely givin' the kids the time of day. He couldn't forgive or forget what this fox-hearted coward did to Flowercloud and her kiddos. Duskpool was gonna set it straight by puttin' the damn fear in this tom before the meetin' took place and he'd see his nieces and nephews become apprentices.

His muzzle wrinkled in a silent sneer, deadpan hues set ablaze, brimmin' with hellfire. "Now I suggest ya listen well because I ain't gonna repeat it—" He hissed, unsheathed claws attempting to sink lightly against the tom's exposed neck, promisin' a world of hurt. "If ya think or even breath their names again, I'll hunt ya down like prey and gut ya for what yer worth." He threatened calmly, angered expression sayin' otherwise by the way his muzzle wrinkling to reveal his teeth against scarred black lips and the way his optics slanted, narrowed.

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

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