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don't raise your voice . improve your argument .
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Like any other waking day, Duskpool brought a freshly caught squirrel to the queens, peeking at Pineberry’s flank to stare at two bundles nestled beneath milk-scented fur. He breathed, lips crinkling briefly at the sight till they tugged downward, expression flattening. A breath fluttered past parted lips, cracking a grateful grimace, a wooly plume grazing Pineberry’s side till he pulled away, paws treading carefully across the nursery floor till he got roped into playin’ leap squirrel.
Initially, Duskpool had raised an eyebrow, not quite refusin’ nor was he agreein’ but one thing the burly warrior was weak toward was the small fry currently gettin’ underfoot. Barely catchin’ himself, Duskpool loudly chuffed, “Careful now.” He wouldn’t want to be the reason someone got squished beneath his weight. A wooly tail skimmed the surface playfully, enticing the nearest kit to tackle it with a squeal, kitten teeth sinking into wooly fur drawing a surprised grunt, helm pivoting to peer at the youngster with a raised brow. It wasn’t painful, uncomfortable, yes, but enough to draw an amused snort from the male. “Practicin’ are ya?” He rumbled, lips curling upward.
Shakin’ his head fondly, Duskpool glanced around idly, “Care for a game?” His timbre rose in a questioning tilt. His gaze lingered on another unwillin’ participant. “Got roped into it too, eh?” He commented to the other, amused. A subtle chuff escaped mangled lips, molten honey hues casting a side glance toward those willin’ to indulge, offerin’ a dip of his helm in greetings. “Can’t say I’m surprised.” He muttered, barely audible beneath the deep rumble. Sure as hell needed somethin’ lively after what the lot of ‘em been through. Somethin’ good. He breathed against the familial scent of SkyClan and soothing pine to crouch, sweeping a tail around large paws, belly pressed, Duskpool flattened himself till he molded seamlessly into the ground.
Molten honey hues crinkled, mirth blooming across marred features, “Let’s see what ya youngsters got.” He challenged, barely containing hidden amusement.
@Honeysplash @CHRYSALISWING @edenberry ?!
Initially, Duskpool had raised an eyebrow, not quite refusin’ nor was he agreein’ but one thing the burly warrior was weak toward was the small fry currently gettin’ underfoot. Barely catchin’ himself, Duskpool loudly chuffed, “Careful now.” He wouldn’t want to be the reason someone got squished beneath his weight. A wooly tail skimmed the surface playfully, enticing the nearest kit to tackle it with a squeal, kitten teeth sinking into wooly fur drawing a surprised grunt, helm pivoting to peer at the youngster with a raised brow. It wasn’t painful, uncomfortable, yes, but enough to draw an amused snort from the male. “Practicin’ are ya?” He rumbled, lips curling upward.
Shakin’ his head fondly, Duskpool glanced around idly, “Care for a game?” His timbre rose in a questioning tilt. His gaze lingered on another unwillin’ participant. “Got roped into it too, eh?” He commented to the other, amused. A subtle chuff escaped mangled lips, molten honey hues casting a side glance toward those willin’ to indulge, offerin’ a dip of his helm in greetings. “Can’t say I’m surprised.” He muttered, barely audible beneath the deep rumble. Sure as hell needed somethin’ lively after what the lot of ‘em been through. Somethin’ good. He breathed against the familial scent of SkyClan and soothing pine to crouch, sweeping a tail around large paws, belly pressed, Duskpool flattened himself till he molded seamlessly into the ground.
Molten honey hues crinkled, mirth blooming across marred features, “Let’s see what ya youngsters got.” He challenged, barely containing hidden amusement.
@Honeysplash @CHRYSALISWING @edenberry ?!
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