twolegplace carol of the bells — offering prey [ pafp ]

[DUSKPOOL]

anger makes you stupid . stupid gets you killed .
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A steady reassurance, hunting with his adoptive kin and those from their old clowder was a balm to his bleeding heart, soothing, but still painful when he left them to their own devices to return to a clan that had become something akin to home. He’d been apprehensive, stepping foot in twolegs since everything, but Duskpool wasn’t one to lie down and show his stomach when somethin’ became difficult, nor was he one to back away, walkin’ headfirst into the fray.

His breath fogged around his scarred muzzle, blurring the jagged lines did he pause, two mice dangling lifelessly in his jaws, leftovers from earlier’s hunt. He hadn’t wanted to waste them, already planning on huntin’ in SkyClan’s familiar pines on another solo hunt, somethin’ like a tradition whenever he came back from visiting kin. His muscles coiled, helm pivoting to stare down a scarred muzzle at another, only an apprentice in age. Duskpool rumbled, wooly tail sweeping across the ground, dropping the mice a few inches from his enormous paws.

The bulky warrior had been on the lookout for loners and the occasional rogue willing to accept free food, helm jerking down toward the mice, brow raising. “Ya want these, kid?” He inquired, massive paw moving forward to push them in Shallow’s direction, tone deadpan. “Had some leftover from earlier, didn’t want to waste ‘em.” He grunted.

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[SHALLOW]

Shallow had done his best to stay away from the clans this far but he guess he should have known better to think he could avoid them forever. Sooner or later some sort of encounter with them would happen, especially with skyclan. The rogue had been scavanged after food when he had run into this warrior instead. Wary and on guard the blue smoke stayed back not approaching them while watching them with his eye. What was this clanner doing out here anyway?. Shallow narrowed his orb as he watched the warrior put the mouse down on the ground before offering the prey to him. Huh. That had been unexpected. That mouse was well needed though Shallow couldn't deny that. " I'm not a kid." he corrected them. It had been a while since someone had adressed him like one. Did he really look like a kid though?. He doubted it. Perhaps there was something wrong with this warriors eyes to not see that.

Carefully he would step closer while his sole eye keept watch on the surrendings around them. This might be a trap after all knowing quite well not all clanners had good intentions. He had seen that with his own - then both eyes. " What about your clan?. " Did leftovers even exist right now?. Shallow remember last leafbare. It was odd that a clanner even would think so little about food right now to call it a waste.

But maybe he should feel grateful over this one's stupidty to think so little about food in this desperate times because it meant he had mouths to feed if the warrior was going to give it away so easily. He for one would make sure the mouse didn't get to waste. But first he had to make sure. Shallow stopt not far away from the older tom as he patiently waited for them to back away from the mouse if he really meant what they had previously said.

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[DUSKPOOL]

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

The older warrior cracked a smile, barely noticeable against the mesh of scars and smokey fur. “Sure ya ain’t, kid.” He rumbled, tail giving a low, languid flick, unhurried. A scarred build shifted, enormous paws gliding backward a few lengths away, scarred muzzle jerking toward the carefully placed catch. “Don’t ya worry about that. I wouldn’t be offerin’ would I?” He rumbled, brow raised.

He wasn’t ignorant, surely if he’d been in a similar position, Duskpool would be lookin’ at the offering with a skeptical brow, staring distrustfully at the stranger. Hell. He’d been in a similar position when he was a youngster, moons younger and still clinging to the last of his kittenhood, nightmarish as it’d been, he cherished the last warm moments he had with his littermates and younger siblings. “Go on, kid. Better take before someone else comes snatchin’ it up.” He rumbled, intending to turn and head toward the familiar pines, wooly tail flickering idly over his shoulders, curling like smoke. ​

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