DUSKPOOL
It was odd bein' back in a position he ain't ever wanted, not really, not when he'd done just fine as a warrior, weathered and torn from moons of anguish, but enough to be called alive by his books. Larger than life, Duskpool was built for battle, plain and simple. He ain't meant for soft things, and that ain't enough to sadden him.
Wooly plumage flickerin' against the pine-covered ground, Duskpool heaved a rumbled breath, head bowed to stare ahead, keepin' Mousefang within his peripheral. Nothin' more than a casual walk between folks that've learned to cooperate durin' Coffeestar's reign. It was nice walkin' beside the tom, ranks unwarranted, Duskpool relished in the familiarity of walkin' beside a familiar face. "How ya holdin' up?" He remarked after a heartbeat, scarred helm angled in Mousefang's direction, quietly scentin' the air.
"Reckon it took us both by surprise, eh?" He mused lowly, referrin' to the recent meetin' with a casual flick of his tattered ear. He ain't thrilled, or angry at bein' named Sun Guard. Numb. Terrified. A weight he thought he'd long since given up piled back onto his shoulders. It was a duty. Duskpool ain't one to do things half-assed, even if he was left grimacin' at the idea of standin' beside Hawkstar.
Wooly plumage flickerin' against the pine-covered ground, Duskpool heaved a rumbled breath, head bowed to stare ahead, keepin' Mousefang within his peripheral. Nothin' more than a casual walk between folks that've learned to cooperate durin' Coffeestar's reign. It was nice walkin' beside the tom, ranks unwarranted, Duskpool relished in the familiarity of walkin' beside a familiar face. "How ya holdin' up?" He remarked after a heartbeat, scarred helm angled in Mousefang's direction, quietly scentin' the air.
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★ 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 -
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