DUSKPOOL
Havin' taken his apprentice out along the twoleg border for additional huntin' practice, Duskpool ought to wonder if he had some kind of bad luck findin' all these strangers at one of their borders lookin' to join ot ask about SkyClan's methods. He ought to remember that most folk in Twolegsplace are more than curious about the wild cats settled in the forest. "Can't go crossin' the border, kid." He remarked from afar, hopin' stoppin' the stranger from steppin' over the border, weak scented, but present to passerby if yer payin' attention.
"Reckon we ain't gonna need to escalate this to a fight, now do we?" He remarked, deadpan. His gaze uninterested, paddin' forward with a low sweep of his plumage, carefully observin' the oddster. "Reckon yer from twolegs, eh?" He mused, stoppin' just shy of crossin' the border into unclaimed terrain, hard brow raised.
"Got a name, kid?"
"Got a name, kid?"
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 -
