dead man walking — attempted hunt

[DUSKPOOL]

anger makes you stupid . stupid gets you killed .
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The older warrior was damn near stubborn, sucking in a strained breath at the slight shift in muscle, nose crinkling in annoyance, but he paid little mind. He should rest, but just like being cooped up in the med den, Duskpool felt his skin prickle with the need to do something.

It was late at night when he slipped away—a normal occurrence for the bulky brute in search of viable prey. He hadn’t been sleepin’ with the lot of ‘em since the beginning, although he wasn’t against sharing the heat that oozed off of him in waves, built for the cold, his bones sure as hell disagreed.

A molten gaze narrowed, mangled ear swearing to catch the slightest crunch, helm pivoting with a quiet rumble, willing tired limbs forward despite the heavy pull at his eyelids. He wouldn’t be sleepin’ tonight and Duskpool couldn’t find it within himself to care.

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[nightbird]

it had seemed she wasn't as alone as she had thought out here under the cover of darkness. a skyclanner staggered along with an awkward gait. whether he was on a walk just like herself or doing something else, she didn't know. but the odd angle of his limb told her that it was unwise to be doing anything on it.

nightbird's ears twitched as she approached, silver gaze glancing over his form as recognition flickered through them. in an instant heat welled in her chest, this was the one who couldn't seem to mind his own. her tail twitched irritably. first at an argument that did not involve his clan, he hauled lightstrike off of his opponent. it wasn't too egregious, at the time her blood had boiled but then the rock slide happened and his so called 'helpful' shove barred her from looking out for any clanmates. her tongue grazed along white teeth as she glanced over duskpool once more with a touch of sharpness.

"hope i'm not interrupting a flee attempt." a coat of ice hardened her words that could have otherwise been assumed a bad joke. perhaps he didn't know her face, wasn't aware of how he had slighted her. but it didn't matter at the end of the day, what's done is done."you shouldn't be walking, much less whatever you're about to do out here. injuring yourself further will only slow us down." of course her worry wasn't with some random cat's injury, she could care less about which injury everyone was plagued with. at least most everyone else was being smart about their management of it and not roaming away from the makeshift camp at nightfall.

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• NIGHTBIRD ✩ she/her, lead warrior of thunderclan, twenty-six moons
  ⭃ nightbird is a small black smoke molly with pale silver eyes. a loner turned thunderclanner, her loyalty and drive to provide for her clan is unwavering. however, she is not known for harboring a bleeding heart, instead equipped with sarcastically fueled wit, brutal honesty, and a sharply edged tongue.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[GENTLESTORM]

✦ A lot of the cats in the group had been injured and himself included but he had been fortunate enough to have it be his nose rather than a limb like anyone else. The sound of pawsteps leaving the makeshift camp is enough to make him rise from he had been sitting, he hadn't really felt tired and his gaze would focus onto Nightbird whose limping away which is enough to make Hailstorm follow in pursuit. Its when he realizes that the molly had run into Duskpool who had an injury as well and frowns that the other tom is up at night instead of resting, they still had a ways to go. They couldn't really afford anyone slowing them down when they could be so close to their goal of getting lungwort and getting the cure home for all the ill cats back at home.

Nightbird was blunt, sharp tongued, and to the point which Hailstorm appreciated and admired about her. He offers her a nod of greeting then his gaze focuses onto the form of Duskpool unable to help but feel his snout crease with concern "Nightbird is right y'know... You should be resting and it would put Magpiepaw at ease about you not worsening your condition." The sepia tom would add and can't help but feel just a bit frustrated that Duskpool was straining himself. Did he not bother thinking about how stressful it could be for the medicine cat apprentice especially when he was the only one able to tend to everyone's injuries? He didn't care how stubborn the tom was, Duskpool was being a absolute mousebrain.

* ˚✦ YOU FOUND ME HERE; UNDERGROUND

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  ✦ 48 moons old
  ✦ thunderclan warrior
  ✦ bisexual demiromantic; mates with little wolf
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ semi-difficult in combat; relies on strength and his burly build
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ✦ penned by bosstaurus

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