DUSKPOOL
The night sky laid overhead, castin' a silvery glow over the land, soft and melancholic to the tom settled on his side in camp with nothin' but a small mouse between hefty paws. He found himself questionin' the state of his hunger, limbs heavy as he pivoted slightly to toss it to the nearest clanmate, "Reckon I ain't as hungry as I thought I was." His lips quirked in a harrowin' smirk, crinkled vision driftin' toward Outlawbite and Thistlestrike pokin' at each other's spine with mischievous grins, sendin' Duskpool huffin' a slow, steady breath.
His gaze drifted toward the brightly lit sky, chest rumblin' in a slow rumble. Made him wonder if StarClan was watchin' over 'em now, but Duskpool couldn't stop the bitter frown from gracin' rugged features. It might be best if they kept their gazes elsewhere than watchin' Duskpool fumble through life, nothin' but a sinner waitin' for damnation to settle upon broad shoulders. "The stars are awfully pretty tonight." He mused idly, weather-soft and dust-worn.
we're only haunted by the things we refuse to accept
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set before rosebelly's death! and feel free to be the cat he handed the mouse too!
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α―β senior warrior of skyclan (sun guard during coffeestar's reign)
α―β brother to outlawbite & thistlestrike, half-brother to flowercloud
α―β eighty-two moons; ages on the 1st of every month
α―β speech thought action
α―β peaceful/healing powerplay permitted -