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Mizzlepaw

Mizzlepaw

Who's a heretic, child?
Jul 7, 2024
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"I've never met someone so old!" He declares, voice booming so loud it threatens what little scraps of prey linger in the dark corners of the scrublands. Silverstrike is an intimidating figure, an almost shadow of a cat save for those silver streaks of fur. He's no nonsense, similar to Privetfrost, which admittedly makes him weary but he is not going to hide his wonder about the tomcat. As uncouth as it came across he truly hadn't met anyone as old as him before, honestly Mizzlepaw expected the poor guy to keel over any second now as morbid as that sounded. He bounced around the warrior, so excited to be chatting with yet another new face that he couldn't possibly keep still.

"How old are you? Have you been here since forever? You look so cool! Why do you have silver in your fur?" he prattles off endless questions in one big exhale. Seemingly holding the air of ten cats in his lungs with how much he is able to speak with a single breath. Or is it that he simply is talking too fast? It's a combination of the two, his final question had come across as a wheeze while he started off with gusto. Ears still tufted with kitten fluff wriggle as he stops his pacing around the older cat for a brief moment.

Maybe he can help with finding something fun to do? Or maybe he can help with making him a better duskclanner. Convinced that being a better member of the clan will make the waiting for Edenberry pass by quicker. With any luck maybe Rumblerain will be really excited to see him be so cool too, it could even cheer Ari up a little. He's sure that while she wouldn't find things to learn very fun it might distract her enough to also pass by the waiting a little easier. "What's a thing duskclanners do?" It's a very broad question to be fair. He truly didn't have any idea of what makes a clan cat having grown up in the soft comforts of Twolegplace.


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  • MIZZLEPAW ✦ he/him, DuskClan apprentice.
    ✧ A small scrap of white and black fur with tireless energy.
    ✧ Son of Edenberry and Rumblerain || Brother to Berrypaw
    ✧ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted || underline and tag when attacking
    ✧ speech is #dbcbed
    ✧ penned by Juice || ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
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Silverstrike can't say he's fond of Rumblerain's newest additions to DuskClan, but their youth affords them permissions that he wouldn't otherwise give to any others. They're young and inexperienced, and the only sure remedy for such a situation would be training. They would prove to be valuable warriors yet.

Perhaps their one greatest weakness was their otherwise infectious amiability towards others. Silverstrike was impervious to such emotional things himself, but he wasn't to the multitude of questions that were thrown his way in the presence of Mizzlepaw. Were all kits so obnoxious? He couldn't remember his own children being so loud or in your face.

"Haven't you been told that it's rude to ask someone their age?" Silverstrike grumbled, flicking his tail as he was accosted by the young tom's questions. There was no real malice in his words though. "I've been here… since the beginning of the Clans. Serving through such battles, you'll learn that a few silver hairs are the least of what comes of them."

He settles back on his haunches, considering what advice he could offer Mizzlepaw today on what DuskClan's purpose was. "DuskClanners fight for the truth, for what is right. Have you been lectured on your Clan's history?" Silverstrike wasn't sure how much Rumblerain had told their progeny. He was more than willing to fill in any blanks.
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"Nope!" he shakes his head, no hint of shame evident in his expression. Why would he? It seems kinda dumb to not ask someone their age, who cares if it's rude? Well... Silverstrike seems to care so maybe he should at least not ask him how old he is anymore. Though he does notice that the older tom doesn't answer his question with an actual age. Rather he relies on cryptic speech, with a hum he considers his words. Since the begnning of the clans, discussions of battle, it all seems far fetched but why would someone presumably so wise lie about things like that. He continues to prance around the warrior, tail swaying as he still doesn't seem to have a handle on his excitement.

He doesn't think about where injuries or scars come from, assuming that it's a thing cats are born with rather than something they've earnt. Silverstrike settling on his haunches brings him pause from exercising his bouncy and growing limbs. Oh, this must meant that some kind of story was around the corner, he promptly slides into a sitting position on his own haunches. Scooching forward so quickly that he bumps against the leg of the older tom.

"For the truth and what's right?" He echoes with wide sparkling eyes, filled with curiosity and wonder. Unsure of what this could mean but holding a demand to know more. He shakes his head, history on DuskClan was not a thing he knew. To him this was just Raindrop's home, and everyone else's he guesses. "Nope! Can you tell me?" There's a pause before he adds on "please?" He knew basic manners, his pleases and thank you's.

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  • MIZZLEPAW ✦ he/him, DuskClan apprentice.
    ✧ A small scrap of white and black fur with tireless energy.
    ✧ Son of Edenberry and Rumblerain || Brother to Berrypaw
    ✧ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted || underline and tag when attacking
    ✧ speech is #dbcbed
    ✧ penned by Juice || ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
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Silverstrike watches unenthused as the kit continues to parade his way about, merry as all get out. No, kits were never the same as the generations that came before; and they were bound to be filled with endless curiosity, especially when one found itself in such a state as that of DuskClan. Silverstrike had to wonder who had been Rumblerain's mate in bearing these children, who and where and why. For as much as Silverstrike could guess, it was all out of rather truthful love; and Rumblerain, well, they were on the softer side.

Scooting back as Mizzlepaw bumps his leg, Silverstrike nods. If the kit is willing to learn and listen, then he is willing to tell him the history, the reason DuskClan was formed and why it continues on in a true leader's absence. This will all be but a story for the kit at his side, but for Silverstrike, it's as real as the days he'd lived through it all. This was no simple story for him, and perhaps some hint of that showed on his face for a moment before he began to speak.

"You see, Mizzlepaw, once there were no Clans, and certainly no DuskClan." Silverstrike begins, shaking his head. "There was a group of cats who lived in the marsh, and later on, another group found its way into the pine territory. These two groups began to be at odds with one another, until one day, a formal war was declared." He could remember that day vividly: Briar rising up, calling her marsh compatriots to arms against Rain and his pine cats. That was seasons ago, now; seasons before Mizzlepaw had even been thought of, before even his sire had been an idea.

"The leader of the marsh group throughout the war was a she-cat named Briar. Rain was the name of the tom who led the pine group. Do you think you can remember that? There will be many names throughout history, and it would do you well to know and be able to recall them from memory. Your mentor... Privetfrost, was it? I am quite sure he can refresh your memory any time you need it. He's always been a precocious child."
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