Open Camp 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 ── .✦ gentle rainfall

[DUSKPOOL]

DUSKPOOL​

Nothin' like the thunderstorm from afar, Duskpool peered at the cryin' sky with a rumbled hum, unbothered by the droplets batterin' lightly against his scarred frame. It was soothin' in a way. The smell almost familiar on nights where he'd coil around Sakura's form in a slow-movin' waltz through the muddy ground. A moment of peace before chaos erupts and stains the ground crimson. It brought a bittersweet smile to the warrior's gruff features, head twistin' to peer at the closest figure. "Reckon the kits will enjoy jumpin' in the puddles, eh?" He mused lightly.

He'd then peer down to see one of the smaller kiddos usin' him as an umbrella, drawin' an amused snort from the warrior. "Keepin' dry now are we?" He uttered in crinkled amusement. "Reckon a little rain ain't gonna hurt ya, squirt." He mused, head lowerin' to watch the smaller figure with a small quirk of his scarred lips. His whiskered quivered, drippin' with crystalized drops. It was coolin' to the touch. Though thanks to his thick coat, Duskpool barely felt it against his mangled skin. "Reckon I'm good for one thing, huh?" He mused with a slow flick of his wooly plumage.

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

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• left it vague enough so that anyone can be using duskpool as an umbrella! but otherwise it will be an npc kit ^^
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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-two moons; ages on the 1st of every month
  ᯓ★ speech thought action
  ᯓ★ peaceful/healing powerplay permitted
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[Fujimoto]

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The rain typically brought with it a drenched pelt that grew too heavy to lug around with. Fujimoto, as skittish of a cat he was, did not find the thunder dreadful- but rather the length of time it took for his fur to dry after it had passed. At least it hadn't come close enough yet to pour misery down unto him, just enough to mist and sprinkle the guard hairs of his coat.

"Spl-Splash around and get, uh, soaked with m-mud for sure." They chuckled as they looked across the swirling sky. Thunder scared prey back into their burrows, and they didn't envy any of the hunting patrols out in the pines right now. At least today that was not for him to gamble his luck on, having Downypaw focus on getting familiar with the structure of the elders den first. "Don't-Don't sell yourself sh-short, Duskpool. You, uh, make a good n-nest, too."

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[SWALLOWBREEZE]

swallowbreeze learned she didn't mind the rain in their new camp. in their previous camp she remembers becoming irrationally terrified from the rain, because of how it'd drum harshly against their gorge, and seep into camp like a shallow river. she'd get scared and scurry to the highest point her tiny legs could carry her, and her parents would have to coax her down after the storm settled.

here, it showered the camp in a drizzle, creating small puddles throughout the camp. thankfully, her medium-length fur wouldn't be much of an issue in the rain. it'd just be a pain to dry. swallowbreeze made a mental note to check on some of the regrowing plants once it's cleared up. "the caretakers will have their paws full once it's bedtime." she chimes in lightly.

thunder booms in the distance, far from camp, but close enough to be heard. she flicks an ear passively. "i hope the storm doesn't get too close, though. heavy rainfall would become a pain."

 

[DUSKPOOL]

DUSKPOOL​

Lips quirked in a weary smirk, Duskpool tossed a half-hearted glance in Fujimori's direction, "Gettin' caked in mud ain't what I'd call relaxation." His brow raised at the squirt peekin' from underneath his armpit, barely able to keep the snort from escapin' scarred lips. Reckon he'd been coated in berry juice and mud more than enough times from curious kits lookin' for their next victim, and like always, Duskpool ain't one to get mad, annoyed, sure, but never enough cause a scene. Better get their creative mischief out of the way before they target someone less likely to forgive the brats.

Fujimori's next comment nearly caused the warrior to bark out a laugh, molten iris flashin' in amusement. "If ya like twigs pokin' ya in the backside." He teased good-naturally, chest shudderin' with a silent laugh. "Got enough of those to build another nest." He shook his head, shiftin' his bulky frame, briefly thankful for his wooly coat keepin' the male dry enough he ain't about to look like one of those puff balls he'd seen upwalkers give their pets.

Hearin' Swallowbreeze, Duskpool could only hum in agreement. "Reckon so, unless we wear the little rascals out." He mused, gaze tilted toward the sky, mangled ear twitchin' at the distant boom of thunder. "Don't think it'll get any heavier than this. The clouds ain't lookin' right for heavy rain." He hummed reassuringly.

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

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  DUSKPOOL stands like a storm given flesh, broad-shouldered and unyielding. His frame was built from the bloodlines of a Norwegian Forest and Maine Coon, every inch steeped in the weight of a life hard-lived. His pelt is a wooly black smoke mantle, thick as winter fog and marked with faint mackerel stripes. Old scars score his flanks and shoulders like lightning carved into the night sky, with each one telling a story that was paid for in blood.
  
  One molten-copper eye burns fierce and unblinking, sharp enough to cut through lies, while the other is nothing but a hollowed ruin. A sunken relic of a battle he walked away from when he shouldn't have. His tail is a heavy, swaying banner of shadow, and his paws are silent despite their size, measured by someone who's learned patience the hard way.
  
  He carries himself with the gravity of an old war-chief, regular in ruin, yet brutal in beauty. His very presence is a warning that some storms don't pass. They wait. And they return.
  
  

  "there's two kinds of cats in this world. those who learn from others' mistakes, and those who are the mistake."​

  
  senior sun guard of skyclan during coffeestar and hawkstar's reign (mentor to sweetpaw)
  eighty-three moons; ages on the 1st of every month
  brother to outlawbite & thistlestrike; half-brother to flowercloud; father to almondpaw & cinderpaw (wolfstorm & lostmoon)
  his voice is a low, gravel-rough baritone, measured and deliberate, carrying the weight of old battles and unspoken truths
  his scent is a deep grounding mix of cedarwood and patchouli, laced with the sharpness of pine and a lingering curl of smoke
  pinterest | playlist | theme song
  speech thought action
  peaceful/healing powerplay permitted
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[cygnetscratch]

Cygnetscratch, unfortunately, was a part of the aforementioned patrols caught out in the rain. As if her life couldn't get any worse... She can find some grace in that the rain is light, but with her thinner fur, it still soaks her thoroughly in time. The molly returns to camp with two sparrows clamped by their feet in her jaws, and her fur slick to her body. She notes the cats taking shelter while others play frivolously in the puddles, and though her immediate inclination is to groan with annoyance, she waits out her feelings just a moment to tell herself that it isn't actually that bad. She'll dry soon enough, and if she gets sick... well, that's what Swallowbreeze is for.

"You got room for a few sparrows?" Cygnetscratch asks her uncle, head dipped low as she mimics throwing the prey beneath his chest to shelter it from the rain. Then, with a tad of seriousness she adds, "I doubt anyone wants soaked bird for dinner. Any idea where I should leave this?" Her gaze floats first from her uncle, then to Swallowbreeze, and finally to Fujimoto, sure one of them will have an answer. Regardless, she drops one and nudges it towards the kit taking shelter with Duskpool, "... This is for you..." she says before straightening her back and looking for another place to stash her second songbird.