Private Camp 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖 𝐄𝐍𝐃 ── .✦ almondkit & maiseyleg

[DUSKPOOL]

DUSKPOOL​

It started like any other nightmare. Just another run-of-the-mill dream that Duskpool ain't ever gonna escape. It left Duskpool starin' blankly at the den's wall, stiffer than a log and barely aware of where he was. His vision warped between the past and the present. Of Sakura's corpse. Honeysplashcomb's frozen smile. Havardur broken. Children he'd never set his eyes on again. Of faceless cats, he'd sunk his teeth to spare them the sufferin' a pained death.

"Shit." He coughed, rollin' out of his nest, desperate for air, anythin' to get out of here before everythin' collapsed in on itself. His mind an ugly, rotten mess. His features twisted in grief, pent up from moons' worth of trauma shoved in the deepest part of his mind to collect dust, forever stainin' his paws and leavin' him a rotten sinner waitin' to be trailed for everyone he failed to save.

His bulky frame breached past the den's openin' with a shuddered breath, head bowed, unwillin' to let anyone see what he'd become on nights like these. He needed to be elsewhere, not here. His unwillingness to be seen like this. He needed to leave.

With his thoughts a muddled mess, Duskpool was truly unaware of footsteps until it was too late, fear strikin' his heart, body growin' tense until he whipped around with a wrinkled curl of his scarred muzzle, mangled ears buzzin', unable to hear anythin' but the harsh sound of his breath, "Get away." His voice a deep guttural growl. His pitch a smokey snarl, loud and intimidatin'. His gaze elsewhere, starin' away from 'em, chest tight, shame and disgust coilin' deep beneath his mangled flesh.

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

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• @ALMONDKIT @Maiseyleg
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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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[ALMONDKIT]

Almondkit is like, up way, way later than she should be. She's tucked in to Cinderkits side, legs tangled with her sibling, and yet still, still she could not sleep. It's mentally exhausting, really, to lay there wide awake and stare at the nursery's walls when your mind was so tired, but your body was not. Eventually, she untangles herself from Cinderkit, careful not to wake her sibling as she teeters towards the entrance, and out in to the camp. The stars twinkling overhead was much more welcoming than the snores of her denmates, than the dark, blank wall she had been staring at.

In the low light of the moon, something moves, and as her eyes adjust she realizes she knows exactly who this is. "Papa! Hi, papa!" her voice is full of hushed excitement, her voice peaking just a little bit too loud for nighttime. She's trying to be quiet, honest! But when she sees his hulking form, she can't help but be excited! "Hiii, papa, what are you doing up still? I couldn't sleep," she draws closer to him, as if to go to hug him before all of the sudden…

Get away, he growls, and Almondkit scrambles back, heart immediately beginning to pound in its confines. Blood rushes through her ears and she swallows, wide-eyed, caught as if she had done something bad. Her mouth opens, then closes and opens again and she looks more like a fish out of water than a kitten. "Papa…?" her voice is akin to a warbling songbird, a sorrowful note coming from her throat. The growl was scary, she'd never heard her father make that noise before. She takes a step back, ears pinning backwards…

And then the anger starts. "H-Hey! Papa! You can't talk to me like that!" she stamps her paws in to the ground. "Ruh- Remember when you taught me that I- I can't let anyone be mean to me n' I gotta stand up for myself!?" her fur bushes up. She was standing up for herself now! "So-" she swallows hard, putting on the biggest pout she could muster. "So you gotta say sorry to me."

AND I WILL PROTECT YOU ♡ EVEN IF YOU WONT PROTECT ME TOO

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  ALMONDKIT ♡
  
  ( kitten of skyclan )​
  ❥ tiny chocolate tortie smoke with wide blue eyes
  ❥ honeycombsplash x duskpool; sibling to cinderkit
  ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed & welcomed
  ❥ penned by chuff
  
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[Maiseyleg Maiseyleg]

ababababababa The seasons change, we are not the same

indentMaiseyleg was awoken by the sound of someone rustling in their nest, late at night. "Mmrp?" Blearily, she lifts her head, blinking sleep out of her eyes. She comes to her senses just in time to see a dark, woolen tail leave the warriors den. Duskpool. It takes a second for her to rise from her nest, making her way out of the mouth of the den just in time to catch Duskpool growling at Almondkit.

indent"Duskpool!" She scolds. She's about to lecture him about being kind to his kit, but Almondkit beats him to the punch. She can't help but laugh, a happy little trill, at her show of will. 'What a little warrior! Duskpool has raised her well.' Maiseyleg comes up behind Almondkit, casually draping her fluffy tail over the kitten. She meets Duskpool with a pout that mimics Almondkits.

indent"She's riiiight, Duskpool. You really should apologize to your darling daughter." She bats her white eyelashes in an exaggerated fashion. Her voice is light, though she can sense the tension in Duskpool's stance. She hopes a bit of fun might draw him out of whatever darkness has brought him here. "You did tell her to stand up for herself, after all. Now she won't back down without an apology."

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Maiseyleg | 63 moons | Warrior of Skyclan ababababbnihfibnfdifdhfhababa

 

[DUSKPOOL]

DUSKPOOL​

]At first, Almondkit had been just another shape in the dark. He hadn't meant to snarl, not really. But the weight of everythin' unspoken, of grief, of failure had boiled over. And on the cusp of a nightmare, Duskpool had snapped. His bark was sharp and cruel like a cornered hound.

And then she spoke like a warbled songbird. Not of a warrior, but of a child. His child.

And just like that, the fire in his chest turned to ice. His breath hitched in mid-snarl.

Almondkit.

His daughter.

He blinked once, twice, like the shadows might rearrange themselves, prayin' to the stars he heard wrong. But the damage had already been done. His bulky frame pivoted, twistin' carefully to stare at his little girl, Maiseyleg's voice barely more than an earth-shatterin' echo against the loud thump of his heart.

His mouth parted, then shut, muzzle twistin' as he shifted back into his hind legs. His liquid iris snappin' to Maiseyleg's exaggerated flutter of white eyelashes and the pout set upon her white-furred maw. He couldn't find it within himself to chuff.

He hadn't known. Stars above, he hadn't known it was her. But did that give him the right in the first place? It made everythin' worse. His chest rumbled somethin' deep, his skin pricklin' with the shame of what he'd done. "Kiddo." He breathed wearily, steppin' forward carefully, so foxhearted proud that she stood up for herself despite the snarled words that had left his muzzle moments ago.

His expression rippled, waterline drenched with crystallized tears. "Oh, kiddo." Never in a lifetime had he apologized, because in the thick of it all, it ain't ever mattered. He can't take it back, but he can sure as hell make sure it ain't ever gonna happen again. His timbre nothin' more than a rasp as he collapsed with a wooly plumage sweepin' toward his little one with an apologetic expression. "Sorry won't make the hurt go away, squirt." He forced his frame to relax, riddin' himself of the last visage of his nightmare to deal with later, alone, before anyone else got hurt with snarled words.

"Didn't—" He sighed tiredly, shakin' his helm, swallowin' down his words. "Why don't I bring ya some flowers, huh? Reckon we can decorate the nursery. Might even find a few seashells along the water's edge." He settled with a careful rumble. "To make up for scarin' ya." He finished with a soft rumblin' purr. "Reckon Maiseyleg's might wanna join us, eh?" A silent apology within his words for the molly havin' to see the bulky tom's anger.

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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