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[DUSKPOOL]

DUSKPOOL​

He padded alongside Quailstep and Teaselfeather with Jawpaw and Crowpaw in tow. His wooly plumage sweepin' the ground, likely collectin' who knows what within his wooly mane. The older warrior havin' stopped carrin' about the miscellaneous items he discovered diggin' into his flank late at night, jerkin' him from a none-too-kind nightmare.

Reckon he's been gettin' a lot of 'em since the gatherin'. The damn nightmares. He had hoped they'd go away, but nothin' lasts forever, now does it? Chuffin' lowly, Duskpool soldiered forward with a shadowy sweep of his ghostly build. His pawsteps heavy, sinkin' into the ground and leavin' footprints within their wake.

They'd be nearin' Fourtress now—a place he'd like to avoid, but life ain't kind to no one. And like most warriors, it was their duty to patrol all the borders, even if his skin prickled with the disastrous night that befell 'em all. With a grunt, Duskpool paused, mangled ears swivelin' toward the trees scattered about, brow raised, makin' note of a nearby WindClan patrol, before settlin' his gaze to Jaypaw and Crowpaw. "Careful now, ya hear?" He rumbled gruffly to the two.

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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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[Quailstep Quailstep]

Quailstep was glad to get out of camp and stretch her legs, and accompanying Duskpool was simply an added benefit. Her respect for the older warrior was a quiet one, but it was present nonetheless. With Duskpool in the lead, she could feel confident in their patrol's ability to work smoothly together.
Fourtrees never ceased to impress her with its sheer size, and she gazed up at the branches as Duskpool warned the apprentices to be cautious. WindClan scent was on the wind, and while their Clan had no immediate hostilities with the moorland cats, caution was especially necessary nowadays.
They rubbed their fur on a stone at the edge of the border, weaving in and out of grasses to ensure the border was marked. A rote task, though an important one nonetheless.