sensitive topics bury me low — thunderpath [ twolegplace ]

[DUSKPOOL]

anger makes you stupid . stupid gets you killed .
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It was nearly midday when Duskpool slipped out of the comforts of camp, the tender breeze making its way through wooly locks, barely noticeable save for the subtle twinge of pain that made its way up through calloused paws. His bones ached, throbbing beneath the layers of his smokey coat, trapping heat, but doing little to soothe the constant throb of poorly healed bone and fractures set by human hands, kinder than he’d ever admit compared to the upwalkers that tossed him into the pit, chased around like some piece of prey with beasts hot on his heels. He breathed, shaking his helm, ridding himself of the gruesome images that floated about within his head, remindin’ him of past grievances, somethin’ he was still learnin’ to forgive himself for, but damnit, it wasn’t all dandy, strugglin’ and nearly rippin’ out his fur in heated frustration.

He did well enough to hide it all, settlin’ for the constant thrum of tired muscle as he bounced from patrol to patrol, huntin’ solo if he could, barely sleepin’ throughout the night. He always had somethin’ to do with his paws, hypocritical as it was when he spoke about takin’ breaks and makin’ sure the idiots rested for a few minutes while he went about workin’ himself to the bone. A breathless laugh rattled his chest, gruff with little emotion, soundin’ off-putting and downright eerie, but he was alone, walkin’ to the twolegs borders to seek his kid who ventured further within once the cold breached ‘em.

The quiet sound of patterin’ paws broke him out of his stupor, and he twisted a heavy helm to stare at the small fry with deadpan hues, brow raised in question. “Followin’ me again, aren’t ya?” He commented, voice rumbling like angry thunder, but nothin’ about his low, thunderous draw seemed angry, more curious and tired, monotone. “Aren’t ya supposed to be out trainin’ kiddo?” He added with a low rumble, wooly tail flickering as he stood just a hair from the paved sidewalk, dangerous, standin’ in the way of rumbling monsters, but Duskpool had walked this more than he could count on one paw. The odd texture was nearly familiar beneath calloused paws, starin’ at the new kid with deadpan hues, annoyance curling inside his gut paired with a deep sense of worry. She may be familiar with the thunderpath, bein’ a daylight apprentice, but Duskpool couldn’t help but stare behind them, waitin’ for one of the upwalker machines to come rumbling toward ‘em.

/ please wait for @MACARONI and duskpool to post a second time before posting ^^​

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[MACARONIPAW]

"IF YOU SEE THE WONDER OF A FAIRY TALE"​

Her soft giggle at Duskpool's words would accompany the pitter-patter of her paws and she quickened her pace, attempting to fall into line beside the warrior. "My people let me out late this morning! I tried to come!" Nodding her head in response as she spoke, she hoped Duskpool wouldn't be upset with her. While he wasn't her mentor, he was one of the few cats in camp that she knew and had shown her kindness. She liked Duskpool! He was her friend, and she didn't want her friend to be mad at her! The older feline's tail flickering caught her gaze and she found herself halting beside him, unsure of what he was scared about. Unlike Duskpool, she had little familiarity with the thunderpath. Given her track record, she would be clueless enough to walk across without even ensuring it was safe to do so.


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[DUSKPOOL]

anger makes you stupid . stupid gets you killed .
︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

He huffed, more out of amusement than anger at the kid’s words, nodding along like a small fry, in which, she was. Nothin’ more than a kid, clueless and still naïve, somethin’ that wouldn’t bow well over time, not with the way things were going. He rumbled, glancing idly across the black surface, muscles coiling beneath marred flesh. Sometimes he wondered, watching the kid with a raised brow. “Alright, kiddo.” He rumbled after a heavy pause, letting out a subtle snort despite the monotone draw of his words.

The older warrior paused, words dying against his lips at the unsuspected rumble of a monster, closer than he had originally perceived, muscles stiffening with a sharp hiss. It was on them before he had the chance to move. The fur rose along his spine, appearing far bigger than he was, Duskpool surged forward, attempting to use his heavy-boned frame as a shield, aiming to curl around the small fry in a last-ditch effort to protect the kid. He’d be damned before something happened, so soon after being introduced to SkyClan. The warrior had taken some responsibility for leading the kid closer to camp before Figfeather’s voice knocked back into reality. His teeth gritted, letting out a thunderous rumble, drowned out by the roar of its engine that cackled and shot up derbies, followed by the rancid smell of gasoline burning his nostrils, Duskpool attempted to tuck the smaller feline into his side, wooly fur providing some cushion while barely shifting them a hair when the monster breezed past, narrowly taking the tom with it.

His breath shuddered, heart nearly leaping out of his throat at the close call, feeling the fur along his side prickle with heat, mangled ear swerving, lying flat against his helm. Duskpool didn’t waste any time, barely acknowledging Macaroni to shove them onto the sidewalk and away from the low rumble, teeth clenched.

“Damnit, kid! Pay more attention, will ya?” He suddenly snapped, staring at the kid, despite the low thrum of his voice, Duskpool was quick to look over the molly, willing his fur to lie flat, but even then, it appeared rumpled. “Are ya alright, kiddo?” He breathed, willing the rapid beat of his heart to slow, sucking in a rancid breath to calm his frayed nerves.

Duskpool hadn’t thought much, staring at the kid with little thought than having nearly escaped death, crushed and it would have been his damn fault for—The male cursed quietly, shoulders relaxing with a shaky breath, pressing a paw against his pounding temple. ​

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