Open PAFP Camp Sticks and Bones and Leaves and Fur 🫐 Duskpool, Berrykit, Ducklingkit 🫐

[Berrykit]

BERRYKIT

The air is colder now that leaf-fall has begun, but it's still warm enough to sun outside. Berrykit doesn't seem to be the only one who thinks so, as he spots Duskpool napping outside the warrior's den, sunning his fur while he still can. Duskpool looks so comfortable and relaxed in the sun...it would be a shame if someone were to tug at his tail... No, but what if the older cat doesn't even wake up to a kitten tugging at him? What fun would that be? To Berrykit, Duskpool seems rather old and he definitely sleeps heavier than him or his brother.

Berrykit's whiskers twitch as he thinks of a better plan - he turns to his brother mischievously. "Hey Ducklingkit, what if we prank gwandpapa?" Duskpool isn't Berrykit's grandfather per se, but he was his mom's former mentor and Berrykit loves him like family. "Look at him napping over there." he points at the dark tom with his tail. "Bet he would sleep through a thunderstorm if one were to occur!"

He thinks for a moment, looking around camp, until his gaze stops at the fallen leaves littered around camp - it truly was leaf-fall now. "Why don't we see who can stick more of those leaves onto his fur, before he wakes up?" The young tom beams with pride, mischief sparkling in his eyes.

As he turns around to go and gather all the necessary leaves, he spots a lone feather on the ground. He quickly grabs it, then scrambles to collect leaves - and perhaps even a few twigs twigs He wonders which leaves would stick in Duskpool's fur better, the pointy ones or the broad ones? He grabs both options just in case. The young tom has heavy paws, but he attempts to step lightly as he approaches the napping Sun Guard. Berrykit checks to see if Ducklingkit is behind him, spotting his brother bringing his own messy bundle of twigs and leaves. Berrykit's ears twitch as he tries not to giggle while placing the feather on Duskpool's shoulder.

When he reaches for a leaf to put on the warrior's back, Berrykit accidentally brushes his bushy tail against the Sun Guard's paw. Duskpool shifts and Berrykit almost jumps, startled - but it was just Duskpool moving in his sleep, no more awake than he had been a moment before. Phew, that was a close call, thinks Berrykit. I need to be more careful - can't have him wake up before we even properly start!

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SkyClan | Kitten

OOC: Please wait for @DUCKLINGKIT and @DUSKPOOL to respond​

 

[DUSKPOOL]

DUSKPOOL​

Another sleepless night and Duskpool was feelin' it now more than ever, his limbs achin' and muscles screamin' at him, threatenin' to pull if he didn't stop which was a whole lot harder than he expected. The old fool ain't one to take a step back and rest, not since he'd been a youngster, bright-eyed and still naive to the world's chaos. And a light sleeper at that, body shiftin' subtly, barely more than a peek of his molten iris did he realize it was Berrykit and Ducklingkit.

Now what in the world are the two of ya up to, eh? Buggin' this old man tryin' to get some shut eye, huh? Not that the Sun Guard was mad, simply amused by the situation he found himself in. Ain't like he got a soft spot for the little squirts, embarrassingly so, it seemed, battle-hardened frame growin' soft at the sight of 'em. And if it left his fur a mess? Fine by him, even if he complained in his head at the mess it'd be to clean his fur. Nothin' beats the memories.

And so here he was, pretendin' to be asleep, keepin's his breathin' even, gaze shut, and body limp, lettin' the little buggers play to their hearts content, and when he finally wake, it ain't anyone's business if he swept them into his bulky paws to mess with 'em. Nothin' like bein' the target of kitten mischief, I'll be lookin' like some leaf monster by the end of this. Duskpool swallowed the need to snort, chest vibratin' slowly, shiftin' to ease the ache in his shoulder, but otherwise, kept his eyes closed, figurin' he might as well rest his eyes a bit more.

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-four 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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