camp can't hold us — painting

[DUSKPOOL]

anger makes you stupid . stupid gets you killed .
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He couldn’t tell you how he got roped into being the kit's canvas, watching them slather the sticky substance onto his fur, some patches appearing lighter than others. His nose wrinkled despite the sweet scent wafting from the berries, but the hefty knowledge that this would take weeks to wash out.

Perhaps it was when Yukio came bounding up to him with a pleading expression. Duskpool, unable to say no, ventured back out to hunt for berries and other accessories he figured couldn’t hurt. He had grumbled then, and he sure as hell is still grumbling now, albeit silently as Yukio laughed from afar.

So, the warrior found himself surrounded by mushed-up berries splattered on large enough leaves for the kits to move and knick-knacks Yukio collected to accessorize his fur if they wished.

With a rumble, Duskpool shifted into a better position once his muscles strained, molten copper peered at the group, expression deadpan save for the sliver of humor dancing within his optic “You gonna add even more?” He asked, perplexed, watching with a twitch of his brow at another hefty glob was smothered into his fur.

“You kids havin’ fun?” He remarked afterward, tone deadpan. Fuck me.

@DOOMKIT @Eggbounce. @sunshinekit ​

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[CHALK]

⭒✧ Chalk was no stranger to being used an accessory for play. At the Learningplace, twoleg kits tried to tempt him into games daily by throwing scraps of food or rippling narrow clawless paws across the windowsills. For the most part he ignored them, more interested in the lessons being taught. A select few had shown themselves to be trustworthy though, able to keep their squawking to a minimum and release him on command. In skyclan, games were less frivolous. They were tools and tutorials. Despite him holding that opinion, Chalk did not envy Duskpool.

The charcoal warrior shimmied under the studious artists, dryly asking after their enjoyment. Chalk came to a stop, overtly considering the sight before him. "Are you having fun, Duskpool?" His voice ambled the narrow line between neutrality and something else- a taunt perhaps. Blue eyes flit to the fruit-pawed kits "Determined any berries which stand out- colour, consistency?" To the daylight warrior's eye they were an amalgam, seedy pastes with little differentiation. ​

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[TWITCHBOLT]

Duskpool's tone was flat, so much so that Twitchbolt barely thought to look up from his grooming when he heard the nearby comment. A wide gaze flickered up very briefly, followed soon by a double-take; swarmed by kittens, all of them strewn with a multitude of fruit-juices, smearing them all about his dark pelt. Immediately, the bicolour tom near-choked on the knot that he had been working out of his pelt, taken aback by a visible jolt of surprise. He was not long behind Chalk, the sand-pelted warrior inquisitive- doubtful, perhaps. Twitchbolt would not deny that he too was skeptical of how much fun Duskpool was having, as the... subject.

He had very little to add, settling on the fringes of the crowd, and regarding the surroundings with vague exasperation etched upon his features. "Oh, that'll take... ages to get off..." he croaked, tone so distressed it might as well have been himeslf getting painted. All he could assume was that Duskpool was enjoying it- though the large tom was hardly emotionally readable.​

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[Eggbounce.]

I LOVE YOU SO, SO, SO, SO MUCH
eggkit | 03 months | male | he/him | physically easy | mentally easy | attack in bold #108297

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Eggkit had tried - really, he had, but the round-faced boy is not the most coordinated child ever. A trait made worse by recent joint pains and a sudden growth spurt, his too-big paws suddenly not oversized for his much longer-legs. Now if only he could loose the pudge that seemed to cling tight to his cheeks, and his midsection, perhaps he'd not topple over so easily. The boy works hard, pale figure sitting ramrod straights as he works, purple and red tinged toes tangling into duskpools fur. His work is uneven, unsteady - bits of skin and seeds and whatever else just as smudged about as the color itself, but he looks determined nonetheless - pink tongue peeking out from beneath clenched teeth as he frowns in concentration. "There!" he chirps, staring at the multicolored splotch that is his contribution - "Pretty, like the wing-things," he continues, gesturing to his own tangled locks, and the tattered butterfly wing tangled within. Pretty.

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[DUSKPOOL]

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

Duskpool turned a deadpan hue over at Chalk, “Havin’ a blast.” He deadpanned. It was an unusual sight, watching the towering male letting a few runts clamber over his frame with fruit-stained paws, but it sure as hell made him miss his own, short-lived as it was, Duskpool had been a father once. But he still was, wasn’t he? Not sure how the hell he adopted a bunch of ‘em with his personality being rock bottom.

“You don’t say.” He rumbled, turning an optic to Twitchbolt, expression humorous until Eggkit’s voice with a raised brow. “Looks great kid.” He remarked, peering at the multicolored mess that was his fur, biting back a wince. No doubt he’d be a sticky mess for weeks. “You talkin’ about butterflies, eh?” He inquired. “Pretty things aren’t they?” He added with a quiet grunt. ​

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