private A Skip and a Jump | Duskpool

[Flurryjump]

Flurryjump had always been adventurous, and a little bold, known for occasionally stepping a little outside the lines. Her curiosity had no bounds, and her boldness often led her into situations that others might consider reckless. She could still remember a time before the clans, a life where the idea of borders and rules hadn't quite made sense to her. The freedom of movement, unburdened by restrictions, still called to her sometimes. It made it easy to forget about the careful boundaries that had been established once she'd joined ThunderClan all those moons ago. It was that same free-spirited nature that now led her to venture far beyond where she should have been.

Today, without realizing it, she'd wandered into neutral territory. It was better than walking into another's territory, but hunting this far from camp alone would probably earn her a scolding. A mouse had garnered her attention, and she'd gone after it, completely forgetting about staying within the defined lines of Thunderclan. Prey was abundant in ThunderClan's territory, and Flurryjump's hunts had become less about the desperation of survival and more about the fun of the hunt itself. It was almost a game to her now, her mind treating it as a leisurely activity rather than a stressful necessity. Of course, all the prey was eaten, and being wasteful was against the code, but she did have fun with it regardless. With a flick of her fluffy tail and a sudden leap, she dropped down onto the mouse. She missed it by a hair, her claws grazing the air where it had just been. She dashed forward after it, her paws working furiously to cut off the mouse's escape route. She slapped her paws down in front of it as it skittered this way and that, trying to stop its escape.

"Hey now! Just—sit—still!" she laughed, her voice light and full of amusement as she tried to pin the mouse with her paws. But before she could catch it, the little creature slipped over her paw and scurried into the safety of the brush. "Drat!"

She huffed in frustration, but there was a spark of laughter in her eyes, even as she watched the mouse disappear into the undergrowth. For the first time since locking onto the rodent, she looked around. "Oops... I think I went a little too far..."

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OOC: @DUSKPOOL sorry for the wait!!​

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[DUSKPOOL]

the dog that weeps after it kills is no better than the dog that doesn't. my guilt will not purify me.​

He ain't too sure how he ended up here watchin' nature with a crinkled brow but here he was watchin' the leaves flutter in the new leaf breeze. Damn. Is this how I'm gonna be spendin' my free time? He thought deadpan. Reckon he'd better spend his time gainin' back the muscle he'd lost since gettin' injured and loosin' all that weight. Duskpool ain't too sure he'd wanted to look at his reflection then. He ain't too sure he wanted to now. Nothin' but a scarred, one-eyed tom. He ain't too special.

His iris snapped over his shoulder, muscles coilin' at the sound of someone else within the vicinity. What in the stars? He rumbled, pivotin' to watch a ThunderClanner fail at pinnin' a mouse.

Now. Duskpool stood tensely, watchin' the molly, molten iris narrowed. "Didn't expect to see anyone else this time around." He mused gruffly, wooly plumage twitchin' against the ground. "Trouble huntin'?" His gaze flickered to the bush where the mouse had gone and fled, no doubt long gone.

"A little way from camp, eh?" He faced the other, mangled ear flickerin', watchin' her cautiously. "Got a name, kid?" He inquired deadpan, "Suppose it ain't too fair if I ain't sharin' mine, eh?" Shakin' his helm, the older warrior shifted, muscle ripplin' beneath obsidian fur.

"Name's Duskpool." ​

my bones are smoldering ✦✦ and my knuckles are bloody

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  release me from my promise to you.
  
  don't make me do this anymore. don't make me go on without you​
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  duskpool he/him
  ♡ a massive scarred obsidian-smoked ghost mackerel tabby maine coon / norwegian forest mix and a molten copper eye with low-white
  ♡ warrior of skyclan
  ♡ sixty-fivemoons; ages on the 1st of every month
  ♡ speech thought attack
  ♡ peaceful + healing powerplay permitted
  
  

  

  
  
  penned by blueblossomtea​

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[Flurryjump]

Flurryjump perked up instantly at the voice of another, turning to face the tom. She'd seen him before at gatherings probably, or some border patrol, but she couldn't recall his name for the life of her. Definitely Skyclan though.

"Kid?" She scoffed defiantly. "I'm not that young. Not that I'm old either! Im just uh- in the middle?" She tried to recover the last part, ears pinned back as she fumbled over her words. She couldn't exactly remember how many moons old she was, but it was in the 40s? At least, she thought she was in the 40s. Cats in the clans seemed to pay more attention to that than the loners of her youth.

"Name's Flurryjump! Proud warrior of Thunderclan, and you?" She perked up, noticing his overall relaxed demeanor. It wasn't every day she got to chat and potentially make friends with a cat from another clan after all, and the half blind cat hardly seemed like a real threat. "Sometimes it's nice to wander a little farther from camp. Hunting had been... fine. I just let myself get a little distracted. I'll get 'em next time!"

"And what're you doing all the way out here?"

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