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[DUSKBIRD]

✦　　. 　 ˚　.   Everything about him is still numb. It wasn't the sickness anymore, with its terrible weight on his chest, but grief. Grief, however, was no reason to stay in the medicine den. Berryheart says he's doing better. It's probably polite terms for it's time to go back to your own den. He doesn't feel ready. Even if he misses training, anxiety starts to chew on the apprentice whenever he thinks about how long he's been gone. Wasting away in that den, or ShadowClan's camp. Dying, so very slowly. They came back and saved him. It wasn't worth the cost. Not Little Wolf. Not Stormpaw. Not the scars he's heard some of them whisper about on WindClanners' faces.

And for almost dying, he doesn't even have anything to show for it. Looking at his fur in this patch of sunshine is almost bizarre. Everything is spotless. He's not missing any fur. Not even a scab. Maybe.... are they thinner than they were before? He flexes the paw until claws slip out. It takes more effort than he remembers. He has a long road ahead of him. Better start now rather than later. With slow steps taking his forelimbs further ahead, Duskpaw pulls his body into a long stretch and cranes his neck up. He's definitely not as dense as he used to be. The apprentice sighs, and resigns himself to beginning all over again.

𝘞𝘏𝘈𝘛 𝘐𝘍 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘐𝘔𝘗𝘙𝘌𝘚𝘚𝘐𝘖𝘕 𝘖𝘍 𝘔𝘌 𝘐𝘚 𝘞𝘙𝘖𝘕𝘎 ﹖  ╱╱ 9.14.2023 ˊˎ＜

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• ✦　　. 　 ˚　.  DUSKPAW. HE - HIM OR THEY - THEM. APPRENTICE OF THUNDERCLAN, NEARING WARRIORHOOD. PENNED BY REVELATIONS.  ———
  
  
  ——  a lanky apprentice with mostly dark brown fur that fades just slightly near the chest, throat, and ears, while the tip of their tail burns with the bright orange tabby flame. his eyes are a deep, rich amber-brown, seeming red, often somewhat critical and cautious but not unkind in expression. he is not terribly tall, but his shoulders are broadening with age and training.
  

  ✦ BLAZESTAR x LITTLE WOLF. LITTERMATE TO SKYPAW, PART OF HOWLINGFAM. MENTORED BY NIGHTBIRD. DOES NOT KNOW ABOUT HIS SKYCLAN HERITAGE. —

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[batwing]

.i'll be your calm, —————————

————————— before the storm!.

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Batwing's voice is warm- not unexpected, either, for he had been moving around camp tidying some of the walls up. Plenty of work still to be done after the rogue battle, he was sure. Some part of him is disappointed to have missed it, but he didn't need to be there, after all. They took care of it, right? Trust in his clan, or something? Doubtful. But he speaks to Duskpaw like nothing ever happened, the joy in his tone genuine. "Good to see you up and around." He hummed.

Batwing's head tilted- he glanced past Duskpaw back towards the medicine den. His own apprentice was still recovering, but it wouldn't be long until she would be out too, right? His vision shifted back towards Duskpaw. "You look upset about something." Batwing said, indicating the sigh that Duskpaw had let out a moment ago. "Wanna chat about it?" The lead warrior asked, falling still as he waited for Duskpaw's response.

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[WOLFWIND]

At Batwing's word, she'd nod in agreement, beaming as she spots her kin up and at 'em for the first time in awhile. Relief washes over her quick— swelling in a tidal wave that she didn't know she'd been holding onto. She didn't need to lose any more family due to any of this— the sickness; the rogues. She'd look to Batwing with sudden warmth, grateful that Duskpaw could be on his paws again, thanks to the efforts of him and so many more.

And her mind threatens to drift a little too far, so she tells herself to live in the moment. You look upset about something, says Batwing, and Wolfwind finds herself tilting her head to better see Duskpaw's face, slipping from the tail - end of a sigh. Wolfwind's tail flicks, eyes rounding with a hint of concern. He has plenty to be upset about. The disarray ThunderClan was left in. The sickness that had girpped him. ...His mother.

Wolfwind takes on a considering look. Running her mouth often worked, though not always. " I couldn't stand bein' cooped up for so long, " Wolfwind tells him. " You're certainly braver than me, " on a softer note.

OOC ✨ 10.25.2023 BET MY MONEY ON A STUPID HORSE, I LOST THAT

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• [ SO I RAN OUT TO THE TRACK TO GET MY CASH BACK ] WOLFWIND THUNDERCLAN LEAD WARRIOR! MENTOR 2 EMBERPAW; KIN 2 MANY.
  —— SHE / HER, CONFUSED BY BUT NOT OPPOSED TO THE USE OF OTHERS
  —— CURRENTLY 23 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 1ST.
  
  FRIEND TO MANY! UPBEAT AND UPFRONT. MOVES THROUGH LIFE WITH AN UPBEAT EXTERIOR AND BRIGHT EYES. MAKE NO MISTAKE! TAKES HER JOB VERY SERIOUSLY. THERE'S IMPORTANCE IN SAFETY, RECKLESSNESS ONLY GETS YOU SO FAR. ONCE A FOOL, BUT NO LONGER

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[nightbird]

it had been a long while since she had seen duskpaw out in camp, the last time she had found him crumpled on the ground, collapsed under yellowcough's force. nightbird was worried about him, but he was strong, had pulled through.

she joined batwing and wolfwind, sitting alongside the other lead warriors to catch what they had to say. her ears twitch in near annoyance as batwing so expertly points out that duskpaw looked upset about something. what did the apprentice have to not be upset about? his mother died bringing home a cure for an illness that left them nest-ridden for moons. for once she is thankful for wolfwind's chatter, maybe it would distract duskpaw from the swift yet pointed glare she sent batwing's way.

"she's right," nightbird adds, tail flicking over her paws. "it'll be nice to have you back."

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• NIGHTBIRD ✩ she/her, lead warrior of thunderclan, twenty-seven 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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