TW: Sensitive Content Open RTA 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍❜ ── .✦ dog attack

[DUSKPOOL]

DUSKPOOL​

It started off fine enough with the weather makin' him wish he'd gone furless all those moons ago. His mixed lineage a curse as it was a blessin'. "Reckon we head to the unclaimed border near the upwalkers. Might pick up somethin' along the way." He mused grutturally.

His head pivoted to stare at the lot of 'em, takin' note of each individual before settin' off toward the border they shared with the upwalkers. He ain't too sure how to feel about the buggers, but it ain't like he actively searches for 'em, not like Outlawbite who often came with stories their upwalker kit had done. It was interestin' enough that the warrior ain't found it much of a bother.

Wooly obsidian ripplin' against scarred, mangled flesh, Duskpool surveyed the land with a narrowed molten iris. "Stick close to each other, ya hear? Don't go wanderin' off on yer own." He warned gruffly. "Can't have an upwalker snatch ya up." His words jokin', but it fell flat due to the monotonous thrum of his timbre.

His frame moved like an old ghost through blond-tinged woods, maw parted to taste the air for a scrap of prey scent when he heard the familiar bark of mutts. His nose wrinkled, mangled ears swivelin' toward the sound, takin' caution to heart with each creak of bone brinin' him closer to the chaos. If it was one thing or another, hearin' a mutt nearby ain't ever been a good sign, especially with his rap sheet consisitin' of one too many dog fights. His skin mangled with the fangs of these creatures, forever forged in skin and ichor.

Just as he was about to call out to the rest of the patrol, Duskpool caught sight of a black-furred mutt burstin' past pavement, kickin' up dirt and loose undergrowth carelessly. Shit. His muscles coiled tight, barely payin' attention as he broke into a run. "Kid–!" He barked at Sagesong, either unaware or frozen in fear. Duskpool would attempt to slam into the dark-furred mutt just a hair from sinkin' its teeth into the feline's skin.

The bulky warrior rolled with the force, teeth grittin' with the jarrin' pain ricochetin' through his shoulder and down his forelimb. It hurt like hell, but better pain than someone dead. Pushin' himself to his paws, Duskpool narrowly dodged the snap of jaws aimed at his throat. "Rotten things."

Duskpool sneered. His broad-shouldered frame coiled tightly, pushin' forward with a swipe of his claws, leavin' his shoulder vulnerable, already scarred, already bitten, givin' the mutt time to sink its teeth into the meat of his shoulder, just barely prickin' skin when Duskpool lashed forward, twistin' to clamp his teeth into the meat of its shoulder available to him in that position. The dog let out a snarl, lettin' go to scramble backward, hackle raised and poised to strike again.

we're only haunted by the things we refuse to accept

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• kind of late for this, but i haven't made a thread soooo i'm counting this lol but saving @Sagesong !
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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-two moons; ages on the 1st of every month
  ᯓ★ speech thought action
  ᯓ★ peaceful/healing powerplay permitted
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[Teaselfeather Teaselfeather]

TEASELFEATHER

Over hill, over dale, through the valley and vale do not weep, do not wail, I am coming home to you

Teaselfeather walked in silence with the patrol, paws light, thoughts adrift. Their mismatched eyes wandered across the forest floor, searching for soft color, perhaps a wildflower to tuck behind their ear, or one to gift to Swallowbreeze. Something delicate, something beautiful. Maybe even a useful herb if luck was kind. Of course, they reminded themself with a twitch of the ear, dangers too. One must always look for danger. Their gaze locked onto a blossom nestled among the moss, a brilliant orange petal shining like fire against the green. They paused, mesmerized.

And then--

A voice rang out, sharp and alarmed: " Sagesong! " Duskpool's call tore through the peace like a claw across stone. Teaselfeather's head snapped up. Their breath caught in their throat. Time seemed to stutter. A dog. Large. Ugly. A mass of snapping teeth and froth and violence. It howled like thunder, eyes locked on the patrol, on Sagesong. Before they could process it, before they could scream, Duskpool had already lunged. The world tilted. Teaselfeather had never thought of themself as a fighter. But Sagesong had been there for them. She had protected them, listened when no one else had. Cared. That meant something. It meant everything.

A fire kindled behind their quiet eyes.

Without thinking, they surged forward, paws skimming over the earth, a low growl rising in their throat. Their body, usually so small and tucked-in, flared outward, hackles raised, tail lashing, teeth bared. They skidded to a halt beside Duskpool, placing themselves between Sagesong and the beast, the sound of their hiss sharp and defiant. They were no warrior of legend. But they were Teaselfeather. And Duskpool did not stand alone.

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[Sagesong's icon Sagesong Sagesong]

Oh, now I'm here and i'm hoping
for sun in the afternoon

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This patrol was a far more welcome one than the previous one near Twolegplace where they'd come across that group of cats calling themselves the rustclaws. Rustclaws... They can't help but snort at the thought. What a silly name.

"Twolegs are pretty slow, Duskpool," Sagesong laughed, amused by the joking warning but nodding in agreement all the same. "I think only a kit would be too slow to get away."

The barking of dogs in the distance drew a flick of an ear from them, mismatched eyes idly glancing in the general direction in thought. Not all dogs were violent beasts- she'd certainly come across friendly ones once or twice but still it paid to be cautious once they were closer. It was usually pretty easy to tell a friendly, if stupid, dog from an aggressive one.

That would be a concern for another day, hopefully. Instead of worrying about the what ifs and hows, the warrior turns their head to speak with one of the younger members of the patrol. "Teaselfeather, have you ever seen a Twolegplace before? I know we passed by a few dens on our journey but its not quite the same as being inside-"

The barking reached a frenzying crescendo all too suddenly, eyes widening in shock at the massive thing bearing down on the patrol. On Sagesong, and despite experience telling her to move her paws seemed rooted to the spot. Duskpool's shout is what finally drags them to their senses and they turn to run, hot breath snapping at their heels before the sound of an impact sends the dog off course and barely missing their leg from snatching what was surely going to be a death grip.

A blur of brown fur rushes past them to place themselves squarely between Sagesong and the dog and it takes the warrior a moment to realize who it is beside the former Sun Guard. Protecting her. "Dusk, Teasel, get back-!"

Duskpool was more than capable of handling himself, Sagesong knew. But Teaselfeather... Stormcrow and Fitzgerald had done more than well in training them, they were sure. But still they more often than not see the young warrior standing on the cracking ice back when Ponywhistle had nearly drowned during the journey.

With a snarl the mottled cat turns, all teeth and bristling fur, to face the dog that just moments before nearly had their leg in its jaws. They lunge, claws outstretched ans poised to tear into what vulnerable flesh Sagesong could reach with their small body.

She would not allow anyone else in the patrol to get hurt more if she could help it.

26 moons

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The Flood, The Feeling Comes Over

SAGESONG

✿—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
✿— Small, Curly-furred, Mottled Black And Brown Cat With Heterochromia.
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[Stonepaw]

Stonepaw tread silently, weaving a ways behind the patrol. Her head tilts, fascination budding as she observes the shaggy tom leading them. Her paws whispered through the grass, ears swiveling to catch fragments of conversation. If they noticed her tagging onto the patrol, they didn't make it known. She kept to herself, quiet as a wood mouse rustling beneath the undergrowth.

Duskpool's voice rumbled in her ears, but her attention snapped elsewhere. Barking shattered the calm, scattering birds from their roosts. The fur along her ruff bristled, her stub tail giving agitated flicks. For a moment, her mind split—the river, the dog's teeth snapping at her heels, the weight of fear crushing her chest. Again, she seemed destined to run into the beasts. To be forced to face her fears time and time again.

She saw the black-furred mutt burst from the undergrowth, clods of dirt spraying in its wake. It happened fast. The mangy thing dove toward Sagesong, its jaws snapping on air. Duskpool's heavy frame collided with the dog. Teaselfeather rushed to aid with a ferocity she'd never seen from her mentor's former apprentice.

Terror bloomed—ripe, suffocating—crawling up her spine and clawing at her throat. It tried to weigh her down. Again, she finds herself bound to it, a prisoner of her own making.

She could still smell blood. She could still hear the gnashing of teeth tearing flesh and cracking bone. But… it was different now. Though her heart fluttered wildly in her chest and her limbs trembled with fear, she was not rooted in place.

As the others moved to help Sagesong, Stonepaw sprinted toward the. Reaching the fray, she was patient, careful not to get under the paws of the warriors around her. Stonepaw waited for her chance. And when it came, she seized it.

She leapt, claws snagging into the dog's hindquarters. Stonepaw kicked, back leg scrapping for traction, a savage growl in her throat as her thorny teeth dug into its flank for good measure.

____________But in order to get to the heart of things ⛉ Sometimes, you have to cut through____________

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• Stonepaw she/her & skyclan
  ☁︎ LH lilac point with a thick mane, blue eyes, and a half-tail.
  ☁︎ A hollow, vacant voice, stripped of emotion.
  ☁︎ Mentored by Stormcrow.
  ☁︎ Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted For other, DM.
  ☁︎ Smells of pine needles and petrichor.
  
  
  penned by Scarlet​