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[Latte Latte]

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Maybe This Time Tomorrow
The Rain Will Cease To Follow

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Most nights Latte was perfectly happy to curl up wherever was at least somewhat comfortable that could fit both her and Zii. Most nights. Tonight however she was restless, tossing and turning before finally giving up and crawling out of the temporary den hidden in the twoleg park for some air. The moon had already reached its peak and begun its descent.

Paws moved across the short grass to a twoleg structure surrounded by bits of bark, climbing to the top of the strange twoleg building she'd seen their kits playing and milling about on during the day. It wasn't as tall as a tree, but it still afforded a good view of the area. Let her listen to the sounds of twolegplace in relative safety: dogs barking in the distance, the occasional rumble of a monster on the nearby mini thunderpath. If she really strained to listen Latte imagined she'd hear the sounds of the forest too if there was ever a lull in the city's sounds.

Green eyes took in her surroundings, jaws parted to taste the air. Nothing that seemed wildly out of the ordinary. It was so quiet tonight that she wasn't quite sure why she was restless. Maybe it was simply the greenleaf heat. Maybe it was the thought that this time ages ago had been when she'd seen her twolegs for the last time...

Soft pawsteps drag the molly from her thoughts and her head tilts, turning to the sound with no real urgency to the movement. If it was a kittypet or someone just passing through then all was well and good, if it was someone looking for trouble then surely Zii would wake and come to her defense. That had been the way of it for... far too long now.

"Good evening," She calls out from her perch, tail high and waving lazily behind her. "Enjoying the peace and quiet, are we?"



"Speech", 'Thoughts'

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[ZII]

Another twist of the knife, turn of the screws
It's all in your mind and it's fighting you
Arm yourself, a storm is coming
Well, kid, what you gonna do now?
It's your reflection looking back to pull you down

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Zii lingered where Latte could not see him, lazily draped across a low branch, eyes half-lidded in false disinterest. He saw no point in speaking to the others. Talk was a weak currency in a world where claws held more weight. Cats, in the end, were all the same, scrambling for scraps, pretending at unity until survival demanded teeth. He'd learned that young. A kit's lesson, earned in blood and silence. Still, he let Latte play her little part, curious, hopeful, as if the world might be anything but sharp-edged and cruel. Let her test her optimism. Let her believe in things like fairness.

He'd stay in the shadows, always one breath behind. Watching. Waiting. And if the world turned on her, as it always did, he'd be ready. His teeth had found many throats before. In this world, only the strongest survived. And Zii would always make sure he was the one walking away. Be he always the predator. Never the prey.

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[DUSKPOOL]

DUSKPOOL​

The older warrior had been on his way to visit Outlawbite when Latte's voice carried to mangled ears, makin' him pause in his brisk walk. His brow raised, not expectin' one of the upwalker pets to converse with a stranger, though he ain't all that surprised given Outlawbite's charismatic attitude. That idiot can talk circles around ya if ya let him. Makin' up wild stories that ain't possible, but with Outlaw sayin' 'em? Can't help but believe the sly bastard.

"Evenin', kiddo." He remarked dryly. His wooly plumage sweepin' the ground lazily, scarred muscle coiled beneath obsidian wool, but outwardly, the war-torn soldier appeared relaxed in his footsteps. He can't say the quiet ain't pricklin' his skin. Reckon it was the calm before the storm, and Duskpool ain't too sure he wanted to see it. "Reckon I am." His head dipped with a rumblin' hum. "Can't say I ain't a little unease by the silence, but reckon it's nothin' more than the calm before the storm." He mused, tone deadpan.

"Reckon yer enjoyin' bein' with yer upwalkers, eh?" He mused after a while, brow raised. "Can't say I'd get used to livin' with those furless folk." He rasped in amusement.

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-two moons; ages on the 1st of every month
  ᯓ★ speech thought action
  ᯓ★ peaceful/healing powerplay permitted
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[Latte Latte]

Maybe This Time Tomorrow
The Rain Will Cease To Follow

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She can't help but let out a wheeze of a laugh at the stranger's greeting. Latte was certainly young compared to the other but she was definitely no kit. It was endearing in a way.

"You call everyone kiddo or do I just have that much of a kit face~?" The loner mews, amused. This stranger smells different, far far different from twolegplace. He smelled of... Pine needles and sap. Hadn't she met another cat carrying the same scent a few moons back..? What had his name been..? Fitz... Fitz....something. It had been a mouthful. Maybe Gingerbread would remember.

The comment of a calm before the storm draws another chuckle from Latte as she makes her way down from the twoleg park's playset to better meet face to face with the stranger. "More like calm before the noise- it gets pretty loud once all the twolegs around here wake up along with their monsters." The question of having twolegs is unsurprising, truthfully. She hardly carried herself like a loner, or with the sharp gaze Zii often had as a rogue.

She had had twolegs-or upwalkers as the stranger put it- once, long ago... But not anymore. They'd forgotten her moons ago after moving dens and they still had not returned for her even after new twolegs moved into what had been their den. She had been a loner longer than she'd ever been a kittypet, now.

"I don't have twolegs." The declaration is curt but not unkind, long tail curling around her paws, green eyes curious. "You're not from around here, are you? ...You one of those clan cats out in the forest..? I met another who smelled a bit like you a few moons back, maybe you know each other."

A flash of teeth is given. "Name's Latte, by the way~"

"Speech", 'Thoughts'

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[DUSKPOOL]

DUSKPOOL​

His lips quirked in half-lidded amusement, broad shoulders raisin' in a half-hearted shrug. "'M afraid everyone's been gettin' the kiddo treatment." He ought to blame Ryuji for it, but Duskpool can't find it within himself to be pissed about it. It comes just about as naturally as it does to breathe. "Though reckon it's a compliment considerin' I look like I've gone through a war zone." He joked dryly, wooly plumage gesturin' to his scarred features.

His brow raised with a rumbled grunt, unable to deny that either. When he'd been a small fry, his upwalkers liked sleepin' till the afternoon, complainin' and swingin' their limbs toward the hybrid litter in annoyance. Rotten bastards. His nose wrinkled with a muted huff. A hard brow raised, curiosity sparkin' beneath mangled flesh at who the stranger was talkin' about. "Reckon I'd be wakin' before the sun to get some peace and quiet." He mused with a deadpan rumble. A hard brow raised, curiosity sparkin' beneath mangled flesh at who the stranger was talkin' about. "Can't imagine roamin' these parts and havin' to listen to those monsters rumblin' along." His mangled ear flickered in amusement.

"No upwalkers, eh?" He paused, dippin' his head in quiet apologies. "Afraid I'm not around these parts." He rumbled guturally. A hard brow raised, curiosity sparkin' beneath mangled flesh at who the stranger was talkin' about. A hard brow raised, curiosity sparkin' beneath mangled flesh at who the stranger was talkin' about. "SkyClan, I'd take it. I might, though I ain't much of a mind reader." He uttered gruffly, not without a flutter of amusement dancin' within a molten ember iris. "Duskpool." He introduced himself after a heartbeat. "Reckon it's nice to meet ya, Latte." He greeted the other.

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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[ZII]

Another twist of the knife, turn of the screws
It's all in your mind and it's fighting you
Arm yourself, a storm is coming
Well, kid, what you gonna do now?
It's your reflection looking back to pull you down

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There was a flick of his tail, barely a motion as Zii gazed down at the pair, deep red eyes narrowing. The tom beside Latte was unfamiliar. That alone told him enough. A stranger. Either newly arrived or... something else. He drew in the air with a slow breath, scenting the wind. A low rumble left him as he rose with languid ease, stretching from his perch in the shadows. Then, with the effortless grace of a creature who knew exactly how much space he controlled, he leapt down. He landed behind Latte, the sound barely a whisper, and stepped forward just enough to make his presence known.

His gaze locked on the other cat, cold and curious. " SkyClan. " He purred the name like it tasted strange on his tongue, tail flicking behind him in time with the slow curl of a smile, sharp and all teeth. " Duskpool. Odd little names you lot carry. " He circled slightly, voice smooth as smoke. " You're not the first to tip-toe through here. Though… " he tilted his head. " You haven't really tip-toed, have you? " His eyes dropped to the tom's scars, and for a moment, Zii simply looked, unblinking.

" My little friend here. " a gesture to Latte without even glancing at her. " She's right. There's been plenty of you clan cats sniffing around. A while back, even longer than that... A whole group passed through. Heading to the forest. " Then his eyes fixed on Duskpool again. Piercing. Calculating. " Led by a one-eyed cat. " he purred out, giving a smirk. " You're one of theirs, hmm? Hard to miss you. "

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[Latte Latte]

Maybe This Time Tomorrow
The Rain Will Cease To Follow

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"You don't look too bad for having gone through hell!" The molly purrs out, amused by Duskpool's nonchalance. "You get used to the noise when you've grown up here," Latte points towards the nearby thunderpath, narrow and empty in the dead of night, with a quick shake of her head. "It just becomes mindless background noise unless the monsters try to fight each other. But that doesn't happen too often."

She wondered what all this stranger had seen if he knew what she was talking about, he even had a name to put to the mysterious group of cats! The same name that stranger had said, even.

"Yes, Skyclan..! That's what he said he was part of!" There's a pause; a quiet, somewhat embarrassed realization as she meets the tom's gaze. "...I don't think he ever told me his name though."

There's the sound of faint movement behind her, and Latte gives an ear flick of acknowledgement to the arrival of her friend. It was Zii, of course. Who else would it be?

She couldn't claim to know what the other was up to, circling around Duskpool like that and flinging question after question. "Don't mind Zii, Duskpool," Latte rises to her full height, lightly headbutting the black and white tom's shoulder. A silent plea of sorts. Don't go picking a fight, please. "He's just looking out for me..!"

Still, she was curious. What was this Skyclan? Was it anything like the stories she'd heard and then retold with her own spin on it?

"Speech", 'Thoughts'

42 Moons

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[DUSKPOOL]

DUSKPOOL​

He swallowed down the huff of laughter. His rugged handsomeness paled compared to the shit he pushed his body through, but he ain't one to complain. Another scar ain't gonna kill him. He's got enough. Why not a few more? "Suppose I should be thankin' ya for the compliment." He mused gruffly. "Suppose you'd be right. Never did like the noise. Too much of a hassle. Reckon I've gotten soft with all the forest noise." Hummin' somethin' guttural, Duskpool gave an affirmed grunt. "Guess it'll be nothin' more than a mystery."

His head pivoted, observin' Zii carefully, muscles coilin' tensely beneath wooly plumage as the tom landed beside Latte, nothin' more than a whisper comin' from the stranger. Though he supposed he was just as much of a stranger as anyone else walkin' through these streets with odd names and scents that smelt of the wild forest past the upwalker fences. "Not the oddest out of the bunch." He mused deadpan, wooly plumage sweepin' the ground in a lazy half-arc, bulky frame openly relaxed despite the subtle ripple of muscle poised to defend. A hard brow raised in muted amusement, "Reckon I haven't." Takin' note of Zii's quiet observation of the scars lingerin' visibly along smokey obsidian. "Can't say I ever had." He mused dryly.

His molten gaze slid to Latte, hummin' thoughtfully. "Our leader then." He mused slowly, cautious to reveal much else. "Came a long way to reach past where upwalkers bleed to the forest." He grunted, shiftin' heavy paws. "Won't deny that I am." He huffed lowly, mangled ear swivelin', gaze sharp at the calculative purr, hidin' the subtle quirk of his lips.

Molten ember driftin' to Latte with a huff, "Friends, I'd reckon?" Hard brow raisin' in question.

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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