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anger makes you stupid . stupid gets you killed .
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/ takes place right after this thread ! mentions of gore and fighting, nothing horribly extreme, but will have a proper summary below !
The sickening snap of Yukio’s neck breaking spurred him into action. His claws dug into the hard ground, propelling himself to slam into Kyungmin who grinned, rearing up on hind legs in preparation, but no, Duskpool wasn’t stupid. His heart screamed for losing a kit who had been so happy but now lay in a growing pool of ichor that made his stomach churn.
With a rippling snarl, Duskpool skidded, barreling into the male. Molten copper burned, not from tears, because the older warrior didn’t think he could cry anymore, but from the poorly hidden rage that coursed through his veins. He lost someone, again. A second too late, but to witness the light leave their eyes. The obsidian-furred warrior racked rigid claws down Kyungmin’s side, drawing a loud yowl from the male, spewing words that the older warrior paid no attention to. His fangs ripped into supple flesh with a rumbling hiss, using his larger weight to his advantage.
It brought him back to times when he’d fight against his own. To times when he’d face monsters far bigger than him, but now wasn’t the time to think about such star-awful times, willing his claws to sink deeper. Ignoring the splatter of ichor that saturated his dark fur, Duskpool shoved Kyungmin onto the ground, staring into pained eyes, expression indifferent. “Never come back, do ya hear?” He hissed, muzzle crinkling to reveal blood-stained teeth gazing at Kyungmin’s ear. “If you think for a damn second, I’ll let you step paw anywhere near SkyClan, I hope ya know ya won’t be returnin’.” He rumbled, snapping his paws back, flank rising and falling rapidly, nostrils flaring.
Some dark part of him knew Kyungmin wouldn’t be surviving those wounds as much as it pained him to realize he was no better, but to peer into the lifeless optics of a child he swore to protect, Duskpool didn’t feel guilty for long. With a thunderous snarl, the older warrior stumbled away from Kyungmin’s limp form, scrambling to unsteady paws, leaving a blood trail further toward the upwalkers.
Duskpool itched to follow the dying brute, but pivoting his helm to stare at his son’s crumbled body halted that action, expression molding into that of grief. He stared at bubbling wounds that scattered Yukio’s frame, growing cold like his dual-toned optics that had been so full of life, but now remained monochrome.
He collapsed beside the cream-ticked tabby, pressing his helm against blood-soaked fur, muffling the grief-stricken laugh that tore up his throat. His paws reached to tug Yukio closer to his frame, whispering soft apologies as the tears finally spilled down blood-stained cheeks to saturate Yukio’s fur.
He sobbed, and for the first time, Duskpool didn’t give a damn if anyone else saw. He was tired. He was tired of losing the cats he cared for. His heart hurt. Breathing became unbearable, and he struggled to pull pine-scented air into his lungs, instead feeling clogged with ichor and shoulders that curled into himself because what else did they want from him? It should be him that suffers, not them. Stars, not them. He’d beg if he had to. Not them. He deserved everything that came his way, but to make others suffer for his own misgivings was damn near cruel, but life was ugly.
His heart thrummed as claws burrowed themselves into the ground, teeth gritting. I’m sorry. I’m so damn sorry.
/ yukio catches his first mouse, but kyungmin shows up with the mentality of " if i can't have you, then no one else will " until duskpool shows up, resulting in kyungmin snapping yukio's neck. duskpool attacks kyungmin, coming out mostly unharmed as kyungmin is badly wounded and runs off ( dying not long after this ), leaving duskpool to grieve.
The sickening snap of Yukio’s neck breaking spurred him into action. His claws dug into the hard ground, propelling himself to slam into Kyungmin who grinned, rearing up on hind legs in preparation, but no, Duskpool wasn’t stupid. His heart screamed for losing a kit who had been so happy but now lay in a growing pool of ichor that made his stomach churn.
With a rippling snarl, Duskpool skidded, barreling into the male. Molten copper burned, not from tears, because the older warrior didn’t think he could cry anymore, but from the poorly hidden rage that coursed through his veins. He lost someone, again. A second too late, but to witness the light leave their eyes. The obsidian-furred warrior racked rigid claws down Kyungmin’s side, drawing a loud yowl from the male, spewing words that the older warrior paid no attention to. His fangs ripped into supple flesh with a rumbling hiss, using his larger weight to his advantage.
It brought him back to times when he’d fight against his own. To times when he’d face monsters far bigger than him, but now wasn’t the time to think about such star-awful times, willing his claws to sink deeper. Ignoring the splatter of ichor that saturated his dark fur, Duskpool shoved Kyungmin onto the ground, staring into pained eyes, expression indifferent. “Never come back, do ya hear?” He hissed, muzzle crinkling to reveal blood-stained teeth gazing at Kyungmin’s ear. “If you think for a damn second, I’ll let you step paw anywhere near SkyClan, I hope ya know ya won’t be returnin’.” He rumbled, snapping his paws back, flank rising and falling rapidly, nostrils flaring.
Some dark part of him knew Kyungmin wouldn’t be surviving those wounds as much as it pained him to realize he was no better, but to peer into the lifeless optics of a child he swore to protect, Duskpool didn’t feel guilty for long. With a thunderous snarl, the older warrior stumbled away from Kyungmin’s limp form, scrambling to unsteady paws, leaving a blood trail further toward the upwalkers.
Duskpool itched to follow the dying brute, but pivoting his helm to stare at his son’s crumbled body halted that action, expression molding into that of grief. He stared at bubbling wounds that scattered Yukio’s frame, growing cold like his dual-toned optics that had been so full of life, but now remained monochrome.
He collapsed beside the cream-ticked tabby, pressing his helm against blood-soaked fur, muffling the grief-stricken laugh that tore up his throat. His paws reached to tug Yukio closer to his frame, whispering soft apologies as the tears finally spilled down blood-stained cheeks to saturate Yukio’s fur.
He sobbed, and for the first time, Duskpool didn’t give a damn if anyone else saw. He was tired. He was tired of losing the cats he cared for. His heart hurt. Breathing became unbearable, and he struggled to pull pine-scented air into his lungs, instead feeling clogged with ichor and shoulders that curled into himself because what else did they want from him? It should be him that suffers, not them. Stars, not them. He’d beg if he had to. Not them. He deserved everything that came his way, but to make others suffer for his own misgivings was damn near cruel, but life was ugly.
His heart thrummed as claws burrowed themselves into the ground, teeth gritting. I’m sorry. I’m so damn sorry.
/ yukio catches his first mouse, but kyungmin shows up with the mentality of " if i can't have you, then no one else will " until duskpool shows up, resulting in kyungmin snapping yukio's neck. duskpool attacks kyungmin, coming out mostly unharmed as kyungmin is badly wounded and runs off ( dying not long after this ), leaving duskpool to grieve.
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