DUSKPOOL
He ain't ever been one to sugarcoat things, not when it counted, at least. His words are blunt and no-nonsense. Cruel, maybe, but life ain't rainbows and sunshine. It was dark and wicked if ya don't play yer cards right. Nothin' but a riddled mess of jagged edges and false comforts.
Old joints creaked and groaned as he shifted his stance, molten gaze watchin' the bloomin' sky with a deadpan expression. Reminded him of a bruise. Not a pleasant thought, but sure is pretty watchin' the colors bleed. Reminded him of Yukio. His lips quirked, head tiltin' to enjoy the faint breeze brushin' through thick wool.
"Reckon joinin' a clan will make yer head spin more than once." His timbre thick, weathered yet smooth. "Most important ones ya gotta remember is feedin' the kiddos n' elders first, the second is defendin' yer clan, and the third is followin' yer leader's words, but don't go blindly followin' someone, ya hear? Gotta think for yerselves, but don't go actin' high and mighty doin' somethin' stupid." A bulky helm pivoted, watchin' the two joiners with a raised brow.
"Ya break 'em, ya weaken the clan, and if ya weaken the clan, we all die sooner." His words pessimistic, but no less true. "We've survived this long. I ain't about to ruin that because folk can't go followin' the rules." Molten iris narrowed, thinkin' of Hawkstar and the mess they've landed themselves in.
His head jerked for 'em to follow, paddin' along a familiar path leadin' 'em to RiverClan's border. "Borders ain't just lines. They're blood. If ya go n' across one without cause, yer askin' for a fight." He glanced at the two. "It's why we've got huntin' rules and border etiquette that you'll be expected to honor whenever ya go out." A wooly plumage swept the ground. "Don't go lookin' for trouble, ya hear? Got enough of a mess to clean up, SkyClan ain't lookin' for more." He swept a liquid gaze along RiverClan's border with a twitch of his muscle.
"Be on yer best behavior walkin' these borders. If the other patrols tryin' to get under yer skin, don't let 'em. They're barkin' up the wrong tree with all that nonsense. Gonna have to show 'em ya ain't like those foxhearted buggers. Stand tall. Be proud of who ya are."
Old joints creaked and groaned as he shifted his stance, molten gaze watchin' the bloomin' sky with a deadpan expression. Reminded him of a bruise. Not a pleasant thought, but sure is pretty watchin' the colors bleed. Reminded him of Yukio. His lips quirked, head tiltin' to enjoy the faint breeze brushin' through thick wool.
"Reckon joinin' a clan will make yer head spin more than once." His timbre thick, weathered yet smooth. "Most important ones ya gotta remember is feedin' the kiddos n' elders first, the second is defendin' yer clan, and the third is followin' yer leader's words, but don't go blindly followin' someone, ya hear? Gotta think for yerselves, but don't go actin' high and mighty doin' somethin' stupid." A bulky helm pivoted, watchin' the two joiners with a raised brow.
"Ya break 'em, ya weaken the clan, and if ya weaken the clan, we all die sooner." His words pessimistic, but no less true. "We've survived this long. I ain't about to ruin that because folk can't go followin' the rules." Molten iris narrowed, thinkin' of Hawkstar and the mess they've landed themselves in.
"Be on yer best behavior walkin' these borders. If the other patrols tryin' to get under yer skin, don't let 'em. They're barkin' up the wrong tree with all that nonsense. Gonna have to show 'em ya ain't like those foxhearted buggers. Stand tall. Be proud of who ya are."
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★ sun guard of skyclan during coffeestar and hawkstar's reign (mentor to sweetpaw)
ᯓ★ father to almondpaw and cinderpaw
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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