Paddin' alongside the other, Duskpool quietly observed their surroundings with a deadpan curiosity. It ain't nothin' like the dry stone twistin' high above their heads, riddled with festerin' rats. A far better outcome, Duskpool ought to reckon. Plenty of prey. Trees above their heads. Their questionable neighbors, but it ain't to say SkyClan was
normal. Far from it. Reckon Hawkstar and the lot of 'em made sure of that.
Liquid amber snapped to Fujimoto, chest rumblin' in acknowledgement. He ain't sure he
wanted to return, but it was now or never, and Duskpool ought to do what he always did best: get up and plow ahead with gritted teeth. A hard brow raised in surprise, not quite expectin' the comment, nonetheless, chuffin' in response, scarred lips quirked in bittersweetness. He ain't afraid of most things, and Hawkstar ain't one of 'em, not while he's met monsters from the darkest pits of hell, though he'd reckon that list was bound to change like the twistin' streams cuttin' through their territory to the deep gorge roarin' beneath their calloused feet.
"Can't get angry with her when she wanted to start anew." He stated at last, breathin' wearily.
"Though I reckon it hadn't come as a surprise." He huffed, shakin' a bulky helm.
"She's a hot-headed cat, I'll give her that." Despite everythin', Hawkstar at the qualities of a leader, but with enough guidance, if the one-eyed leader was willin' to learn and accept the guidance given to her, SkyClan might survive to see the next few moons. His head tilted, watchin' the sky with a narrowed optic, takin' note of its blue hue beamin' down on the lot of 'em.
"Though I've done my duty leadin' the old, reckon it was about time to start fresh." He grunted with a deadpan drawl.
"Suppose it was time I started helpin' the new." He snorted.
Listenin' to the other,
Duskpool would attempt to slap Fujimori upside the head, albeit gentle enough that it was nothin' more than a light bop.
"Enough of that, ya hear? Can smell the self-deprication from a mile away." The Sun Guard had done more than enough, bein' the first of many, after all, it was no strange feat.
"Ya did just fine, kiddo. Might need to get ya a backbone, but now that I'm back, I'd reckon I'm more willin' to hear things out." He chuffed lowly, liquid amber crinklin' in muted amusement.
"Can't go sellin' yerself short, kid. Reckon bein' the first Sun Guard in our new start ought to be a feat. Hawkstar saw somethin' in ya."
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