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Perhaps it's a sense of familiarity that has his claws reaching for blue and cream fur, a memory of victory that fails to be reborn in current day. Moonlight fills Dustwhisker's vision and weaves between his claws in place of his original target. Before he has a chance to process the exchange...

It's a twinge of disappointment, the way the molly doesn't startle in the way Dustwhisker had hoped. Instead she speaks like he isn't a DuskClanner, rather like he's an old friend, or a lost barncat. Flaxen eyes narrow at the WindClanner, his shoulders squaring in preparation for something going...

He's never had the miserable pleasure of stepping foot within the twolegplace's dreary, thunderpath ridden territory until now, and the fact that he stands within it feels like a punishment. Not that he's done anything worthy of such; Dustwhisker knows recruitment requires more sets of paws than...

This is not a new feat for Dustwhisker. He's sunk his claws into WindClan's warriors before, spilled the blood of a clanmate and left her gasping out her dying breaths. His days as a DuskClanner have been nothing but violence and hunger, and the former has been lacking from his own claws. It's...

DUSTWHISKERHE / HIM | DUSKCLAN WARRIOR Not learning from the near heart-attack he'd gotten the last time he'd strayed close to WindClan's border, Dustwhisker finds himself back again. It is his rightful home — he had been born upon its moors, had fought for its founding queen. Dustwhisker...

It's Dustwhisker who is the idiot. Sick of being the designated kitsitter when no one else was around, he thought it'd be funny to convince Possumscratch to trade roles with him. This way, he'd get a chance to hunt for a bit while that sharp-toothed smile and gleaming eyes loom over DuskClan's...

DUSTWHISKERHE / HIM | DUSKCLAN WARRIOR " Are we ShadowClanners, now? " Dustwhisker finds himself asking. His moor-forged training is still ingrained in him, and the knowledge of ShadowClan's tendencies is at the forefront of his mind. A coward's tactic, to hunt at night, he thinks — easy...

DUSTWHISKERHE / HIM | DUSKCLAN WARRIOR Dustwhisker is well aware he is a fool for doing this, but that network of tunnels has been on his mind since his rediscovery of them. DuskClanners these days — or, maybe ever — don't appreciate these tunnels like he does. None of them had been born to...

DUSTWHISKERHE / HIM | DUSKCLAN WARRIOR Is it approaching his old stomping grounds that makes his paws waver, or is it who his patrol consists of? While he wants to deem himself better than Privetfrost and Ghostmask, Dustwhisker doesn't know if he actually can. Nonetheless, he has something the...

DUSTWHISKERHE / HIM | DUSKCLAN WARRIOR Nicer weather only draws attention to the lulls in their daily life, Dustwhisker has noticed. Though their bounty of prey could be better, it is in surplus compared to moons prior, and efforts to hunt aren't as egregious. More often than not, the tom feels...

DUSTWHISKERHE / HIM | DUSKCLAN WARRIOR It is a quickly lost game. Dustwhisker hardly has time to settle before a voice reaches his ears, and drags down a frown. His gaze shifts to the losing kit, the one that accuses him of being weird. " I'm not — " he protests, tail flicking in frustration, "...

DUSTWHISKERHE / HIM | DUSKCLAN WARRIOR She bites back, a blow more than what he'd expected, more than what the kittypet knows she delivered. Never in his life has his name been belittled or had it needed a reason to be seen as anything less than what he sees it as. It is a strong name for the...

DUSTWHISKERHE / HIM | DUSKCLAN WARRIOR A snow-capped maw contorts, a snort arising at the putrid newcomer's words. Like you could do better? What would she know about his hunting skills? What would she know about anything? " I could, " he leers, tail lashing behind him. " I have. " Nevermind...

DUSTWHISKERHE / HIM | DUSKCLAN WARRIOR He doesn't know how he managed this — stuck walking alongside DuskClan's latest and greatest on a trek to Fourtrees. Hunting there is nothing new now, but the solo jaunt is. Not even Possumscratch is here to fill the silence (how unfortunate, that), to bump...

DUSTWHISKERHE / HIM | DUSKCLAN WARRIOR Of all the kits that leech off of DuskClan, it is perhaps Mumblekit that Dustwhisker has the least faith in becoming a warrior. Always trembling, always crying. Kitewail's kits don't do much of that in comparison, and it doesn't look like a phase she'll...