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don't raise your voice . improve your argument .
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/ nothing graphic ! just some mentions of blood ( and a dead body ), but nothing warranting the sensitive topic tag ^^ but this takes place a couple days before the meeting !
Unavoidably, Duskpool would be the topic of curious gazes, alarmed at the sight of splattered ichor across the dark hue of his chest fur and the coppery ichor that trickled down his ear to collect at the base of his chin, staining the white of his muzzle a pinkish tinge. He breathed steadily through the familiar coppery scent to the dull smell of milk invading his nose — an interesting combination. With a flick of his mangled ear, the battered warrior emerged from the tunnel bathed in the dew of fresh morning light, guiding the other warrior toward the nursery where Pineberry stood, expression unwavering.
He rumbled in greeting, soothing the new kit now placed beside her paw, letting the rasp of his tongue lick up the specks of blood that got on its pelt. Without another word exchanged, the older queen scooped up the kit with a nod, turning and vanishing into the nursery to bring to a freshly made nest that Duskpool had helped build. He blinked tiredly, helm turning heavily toward Beetleback with a quiet sigh, tilting his helm to place the kit down once Pineberry returned to fetch him. With scrutinizing hues, Duskpool scanned Beetleback’s frame for surface injuries, unsure if the rogue landed a blow. “Are ya alright, kiddo? No injuries?” He rumbled, brow raised in question.
It’d been brief. The fight that led to Chi’s unfortunate death. Duskpool would say it’d been fortunate. His mouth tasted sour, thoughts collecting to a life he no longer lived. Her death had been necessary to ensure the safety of his kin, questionable as life is, Duskpool wouldn’t change the outcome, but he sure as hell hadn’t wanted Mason ( of all beings ) to witness the gruesome display. His heart gave a painful squeeze, tongue peeking out to rasp against bloodied lips, ridding himself of some of the stains that was sure to remain for several days. “If yer alright, kiddo then go about seeing Fireflypaw, best be getting the kits looked at if he ain’t here already.” He muttered, glancing around the clearing with a deadpan gaze.
He wasn’t about to showcase what he was feelin’ when he had things to do. Not yet. He’d figure himself out once he knew Mason was alright ( as fine as someone can be after witnessin’ that mess ).
He glanced at the nursery where Pineberry lay, curled around his grandkids. He hummed, timbre rattling his chest cavity. They’ll be fine, eh, Sakura? He thought, glancing at the rising sun in bittersweet mirth. “Thank ya for helpin’ out, ain’t got much to offer, but ya did good kid.” He added after a brief pause, glancing at the warrior idly, dark lips drawn in a deadpan smirk that hadn’t quite reached his eyes. Hell of a way to be brought into the clan. He thought, molten hues shifting — for a split second — to the nursery. “Best I get a walkin’ if I want to make it back before patrols end.” He muttered, injured ear flickering in thought, biting back a wince at the sharp, familiar pain it brought. Damn thing. He thought, annoyed. Ain’t nothin’ but another reminder on this body. Duskpool would take any injury over protectin’ another’s life. He’d bare ‘em all if it meant keepin’ them alive and it was as self-destructive as his tendency to withdraw when his emotions were at their highest. At least he was self-aware enough, but it ain’t done much to stop him till that there promise he made to see another hundred moons ( unrealistic as it’d been, but Duskpool would make damn sure on seeing a few more moons with his kids till he kicked the bucket ).
Large paws pivoted toward the camp’s entrance, wooly tail flickering with the intentions of headin’ out, if he got stopped was up to anyone.
@BEETLEBACK
Unavoidably, Duskpool would be the topic of curious gazes, alarmed at the sight of splattered ichor across the dark hue of his chest fur and the coppery ichor that trickled down his ear to collect at the base of his chin, staining the white of his muzzle a pinkish tinge. He breathed steadily through the familiar coppery scent to the dull smell of milk invading his nose — an interesting combination. With a flick of his mangled ear, the battered warrior emerged from the tunnel bathed in the dew of fresh morning light, guiding the other warrior toward the nursery where Pineberry stood, expression unwavering.
He rumbled in greeting, soothing the new kit now placed beside her paw, letting the rasp of his tongue lick up the specks of blood that got on its pelt. Without another word exchanged, the older queen scooped up the kit with a nod, turning and vanishing into the nursery to bring to a freshly made nest that Duskpool had helped build. He blinked tiredly, helm turning heavily toward Beetleback with a quiet sigh, tilting his helm to place the kit down once Pineberry returned to fetch him. With scrutinizing hues, Duskpool scanned Beetleback’s frame for surface injuries, unsure if the rogue landed a blow. “Are ya alright, kiddo? No injuries?” He rumbled, brow raised in question.
It’d been brief. The fight that led to Chi’s unfortunate death. Duskpool would say it’d been fortunate. His mouth tasted sour, thoughts collecting to a life he no longer lived. Her death had been necessary to ensure the safety of his kin, questionable as life is, Duskpool wouldn’t change the outcome, but he sure as hell hadn’t wanted Mason ( of all beings ) to witness the gruesome display. His heart gave a painful squeeze, tongue peeking out to rasp against bloodied lips, ridding himself of some of the stains that was sure to remain for several days. “If yer alright, kiddo then go about seeing Fireflypaw, best be getting the kits looked at if he ain’t here already.” He muttered, glancing around the clearing with a deadpan gaze.
He wasn’t about to showcase what he was feelin’ when he had things to do. Not yet. He’d figure himself out once he knew Mason was alright ( as fine as someone can be after witnessin’ that mess ).
He glanced at the nursery where Pineberry lay, curled around his grandkids. He hummed, timbre rattling his chest cavity. They’ll be fine, eh, Sakura? He thought, glancing at the rising sun in bittersweet mirth. “Thank ya for helpin’ out, ain’t got much to offer, but ya did good kid.” He added after a brief pause, glancing at the warrior idly, dark lips drawn in a deadpan smirk that hadn’t quite reached his eyes. Hell of a way to be brought into the clan. He thought, molten hues shifting — for a split second — to the nursery. “Best I get a walkin’ if I want to make it back before patrols end.” He muttered, injured ear flickering in thought, biting back a wince at the sharp, familiar pain it brought. Damn thing. He thought, annoyed. Ain’t nothin’ but another reminder on this body. Duskpool would take any injury over protectin’ another’s life. He’d bare ‘em all if it meant keepin’ them alive and it was as self-destructive as his tendency to withdraw when his emotions were at their highest. At least he was self-aware enough, but it ain’t done much to stop him till that there promise he made to see another hundred moons ( unrealistic as it’d been, but Duskpool would make damn sure on seeing a few more moons with his kids till he kicked the bucket ).
Large paws pivoted toward the camp’s entrance, wooly tail flickering with the intentions of headin’ out, if he got stopped was up to anyone.
@BEETLEBACK
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