Private put a flower in your pocket | duskpool

[Rainchime]

The journey was coming up soon. Hawkstar said as much... Despite Coffeestars death, they were to still go on; Rainchime returns empty-pawed from a hunt, not quite unusual for her, but it drives her point home further. What more can Skyclan do to survive, is the issue... Between the rats and the dwindling prey, and encroaching leaf-bare, they were sure to have a rough time. But at the same time, Skyclan is all that Rainchime knew. From Rainkit, to Rainpaw, to Rainchime, its all shes ever known, the camp wall, the territory... She doesn't want to go, but what choice does she have? She doesn't want to do a lot of things, to be honest...

"Oof!" comes a half-pained noise from Rainchime as she slams right in to a cat, totally not paying attention to any of her surroundings nor the nervous hustle and bustle of camp, trapped in her own mind. She trips right over them trying to reorient herself, slamming heavily in to the earth on the other side. Her head spins for just a second, laying there for what seems like forever but in reality was just a few seconds, her heart beginning to pick up speed as she replays the event over and over. She tripped over someone, oh... She tripped over someone! She has to apologize!

She scrambles to her paws despite her head still reeling, dipping her head. "Oh my Starclan- i'm... I'm so- so sorry!" she manages to squeak out, avoiding the cats gaze at all cost as her face absolutely melts with embarrassed heat. "I didn't see you, i'm- i'm sorry." apologies stream from her lips like the weather shes named after, inwardly cringing at how strong her voice begins to shake and falter, inwardly cringing about the tears that begin to prick the corners of her eyes out of sheer shame.

@DUSKPOOL

 

[DUSKPOOL]

the dog that weeps after it kills is no better than the dog that doesn't. my guilt will not purify me.

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The older warrior had been makin' a mental note of all the felines comin' in and out of camp, wooly plumage sweepin' in a low, hangin' arc against well-traveled ground. A deep, guttural sigh escaped the tom, thoughts strayin' to his adoptive kiddos — grown up and wishin' he had more time with 'em as youngsters, wide-eyed and lost in the magic life's wonder once brought 'em before bein' gript by dark, bitter claws.

The journey would be long, and the trek would be dangerous if they would follow the thunderpath to whatever salvation there may be for a clan their size. A new beginnin' to start over, but it ain't all monochrome colors. He drew a rumbled sigh, chest shudderin' with the motion when Rainchime came peltin' over him with an oof.

Now, it ain't all that fair to blame Rainchime when Duskpool ain't pay attention himself, too busy keepin' a mental headcount of everyone when Rainchime came topplin' over the bulky older warrior. A surprised grunt escaped the tom, helm swervin' to check on the young molly when she began apologizin' drawin' the tom to shake his head.

"Enough of that, kiddo. No need to be apologizin' to this old fool when it ain't either of our faults." He rumbled, molten copper skimmin' the molly for any outward injuries.

"Ain't no one got hurt, but ya took a real good fall, kid–" A molten iris shifted to the tears prickling the corner of her eyes, drawin' a steady—what he hoped was soothing—rumble. "How's that head of yers, kiddo? Nothin' rattlin' around?" He prodded, timbre a monotonous drone, though worry seeped through, muted beneath the rumblin' tone.

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my bones are smoldering ✦✦ and my knuckles are bloody

• ooc
  —— xxx
• 
  release me

  from my promise to

  you

  .
  
  don't make me do this anymore. don't make me go on

  without

  you​
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• duskpool he/him
  ♡ a massive scarred obsidian-smoked ghost mackerel tabby maine coon / norwegian forest mix w/ molten copper eyes and low-white
  ♡ senior warrior ( ex- sunguard ) of skyclan
  ♡ seventy-five moons; ages on the 1st of every month
  ♡ speech thought attack
  ♡ peaceful + healing powerplay permitted
  
  
  penned by blueblossomtea​

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