DUSKPOOL
The moment the sun began to dip, Duskpool was whiskin' everyone present with a sweep of his obsidian tail, barely givin' the lot of 'em a second glance. His massive frame pivoted toward the entrance, chest vibratin' with that familiar guttural rumble SkyClan had come to hear from the Sun Guard. "We'll be back before folk start headin' to their nests." He remarked dryly, finally takin' a glance at the cats gathered with a hardened, weathered visage adorin' deadpan features.
"Stay close, kiddo." Duskpool would watch Sweetpaw from the corner of his peripheral. Timbre weathered like stone worn by time.
Carryin' forward, the bulky fortress paused, head risin' to watch the winds flex around 'em like a battlin' ram, kickin' up pine needles and undergrowth. His mangled ear swiveled, squintin' a honey iris toward the darkenin' sky spillin' with slated blues and rich oranges like someone left a molten bruise in the sky. "Damn wind." He rumbled under his breath, shiftin' his hulkin' frame diagonally, dense fur coiling chaotically, likely tanglin' the blasted strands, leavin' Duskpool with knots and whatever else came flyin' on the breeze to get caught in his wind-tossed fur.
"Gonna have to rely on instincts, I'd reckon. Can't catch a scent in this wind." He rasped deeply, voice edged with a quiet annoyance, anglin' his ears forward, knowin' their own scents would be smelt from lengths away, alertin' prey, but considerin' the wind, it'd confuse the little buggers if done right.
"Stay close, kiddo." Duskpool would watch Sweetpaw from the corner of his peripheral. Timbre weathered like stone worn by time.
Carryin' forward, the bulky fortress paused, head risin' to watch the winds flex around 'em like a battlin' ram, kickin' up pine needles and undergrowth. His mangled ear swiveled, squintin' a honey iris toward the darkenin' sky spillin' with slated blues and rich oranges like someone left a molten bruise in the sky. "Damn wind." He rumbled under his breath, shiftin' his hulkin' frame diagonally, dense fur coiling chaotically, likely tanglin' the blasted strands, leavin' Duskpool with knots and whatever else came flyin' on the breeze to get caught in his wind-tossed fur.
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 scarsโold 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, thunderousโwar-born, death-burdened, and unflinchingly alive.
แฏโ sun guard of skyclan during coffeestar and hawkstar's reign (mentor to sweetpaw)
แฏโ father to almondpaw and cinderpaw
แฏโ brother to outlawbite & thistlestrike, half-brother to flowercloud
แฏโ eighty-three moons; ages on the 1st of every month
แฏโ speech thought action
แฏโ peaceful/healing powerplay permitted -
