Open Camp 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐒 ── .✦ badger rides

[DUSKPOOL]

DUSKPOOL​

Nearin' their apprenticeships, Duskpool found him unwillin' to let 'em go. They'd just been little things nestled against his flank in the nursery, heart heavy with the loss of his third wife, but unwillin' to break with two lives dependin' on him. He might've not been a nursery dad, not outright, but he'd been a frequent visitor, unable to part from the two unless SkyClan called for patrols. Most days, Duskpool spent the night in the nursery unless one of the caregivers gave him a good verbal lashin' and sent him on his way to the warrior's den.

His bulky figure lowered, ragged grin stretched across his muzzle, head cocked, watchin' the two with a crinkled iris. "C'mon, the two of ya, up and at 'em." His tone weather-worn and earth-soft, paw raised just right to give the two of 'em a boost onto his broad shoulders, enough room for both of 'em to clamber between the blades and the wide expanse of his frame. "Pretty soon the two of ya will be too big for this." He chuffed lowly, wooly plumage sweepin' the ground, but even so, Duskpool would never deny 'em this, no matter how old or how big they'll be.

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★ 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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[ALMONDKIT]

Waiting for dad to come back was always so, so… long! She wished Duskpool could just stay with her and Cinderkit forever and ever, but unfortunately duty calls, and it drags him away from them… But when he comes back, it makes Almondkit the happiest kitten in the world! She will gladly admit it: spending time with Cinderkit and Duskpool was her most favorite-est pastime in the ENTIRE world! Even more than mossball, which is preeeetty high up there.

She does a quick loop around Duskpool, sprinting around both him and her sibling before she forces herself to sit still, practically buzzing with excitement. When he lowers himself, Almondkit giggles with joy, quick to scramble on. She loved badger rides, and its even better that its with her family! "Nuh uh!" she protests when Duskpool mentions that one day they'll be too big for badger rides. "No such thing, papa!" she pats his head, clambering to help Cinderkit up before she clamps her paws in to his side to hold on. She makes sure she doesn't have her claws out, she doesn't want to accidentally poke him with kitten-sharp talons after all. "Onwards, my noble badger!"

AND I WILL PROTECT YOU ♡ EVEN IF YOU WONT PROTECT ME TOO

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  ALMONDKIT ♡
  
  ( kitten of skyclan )​
  ❥ tiny chocolate tortie smoke with wide blue eyes
  ❥ honeycombsplash x duskpool; sibling to cinderkit
  ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed & welcomed
  ❥ penned by chuff
  
  "speech"

 

[Fujimoto]

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Seeing Duskpool with his children brought a sense of comfort, but not without it's twinge of pain. It didn't always feel right, seeing him without Honeycombsplash at his side when he spoke with Cinderkit and Almondkit. Just the same to see the kits playing without her watching them in the distance. Though they were without their mother, they at least had Duskpool here to love them. The other Caregivers too, of course, there is no doubt Snowveil loved these kits dearly.

"Wh-When did you t-t-two learn to... tame a badger?" Fujimoto stammered through with a laugh, seeing them pile onto Duskpool's back.

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[DUSKPOOL]

DUSKPOOL​

Huffin' an amused breath, Duskpool shifted his stance, shoulders broadening to carry their weight more easily. He can't go denyin' he'll always be able to carry 'em, but even if he became weary-boned and on the brink of retirement, Duskpool won't ever say no, somethin' that'll surely bite him in the ass. Anythin' to spend more time with 'em before they're becomin' apprentices and growin' into their paws as future warriors. Damn. He ain't ready for the day he sees 'em get their warrior names, makin' him realize just how fast time flies by. They were nothin' but the size of his palm, not here they were, clamberin' over him and on the brink of apprenticehood.

Molten iris flashed to Fujimori in muted amusement, head hunched low to mimic a badger, "Keep a good hold, ya hear?" He uttered lowly to the two kits before pressin' forward with a rumble, lightly bouncin' on his paws from time to time.

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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