duskclan SEE NO EVIL — straggler

[RUMBLERAIN]

The sky is dark, full moon low, when Rumblerain returns to their makeshift camp. The sting in their ear has dulled to an ache, and their mind swirls painfully in its place. Exhaustion drags at every step they take, but still they continue. They should be dead. Several times over, actually; it is only by the grace of some unknown stars that they are not.

They have come to terms, they think, with the fact that they did not kill Sunstar, and engaged with their littermate long enough to be left behind. Irritation plucks at scruffy fur, that same bitterness returning to narrow eyes. Left behind. Granitepelt is not a cat who cares. They can only hope that another of their Clanmates have noticed Rumblerain's absence by now.

They do not feel guilty for their warning, but they do feel resigned to the fact that Sunstar would not listen to it. Pale tongue touches bloodstained paws, trying to swipe away some of the crimson before they return to camp, but then they pause at the memory of their claws against an already bloodied throat. Some of the blood is Sunstar's, isn't it?

An idea comes to mind. It's risky, one that may very well backfire in a brutal way ... but it may just give them a bit of the vengeance they crave.

Abandoning their attempt at cleanliness, Rumblerain trudges into the camp and makes a beeline for the space where @GRANITEPELT lies.

"A shame you didn't wait." They growl, the slightest hint of teeth visible between their jaws as they stare at their bloodstained leader. "He died again."

// set between the return + infection threads! rumblerain does not know granite's attack took two of sun's lives and is claiming to have taken another<3
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[GRANITEPELT]

Granitepelt had noticed Thornrunner had not returned with them; he had, shortly after, realized Rumblerain had not, either. The DuskClan leader believes them both to be dead. He does not mourn either of them; he lays in his nest, twitching with creeping heat and discomfort, until the full moon begins to set, until a black-pointed warrior returns to their meager home. Blue eyes pin him to his nest. They murmur, "A shame you didn't wait. He died again." Granitepelt's dark green gaze lowers to Rumblerain's white-tipped paws, to the ruddy darkness that stains them.

"Well done," he rasps. "Shame you didn't haul their medicine cat out here, too. Next time it will be him I take—him, or their precious Cottonpaw." He puts weight on his forelegs and stiffens into an upright position.

"Thornrunner has not returned with you. I assume he's dead?" Granitepelt's mouth twitches as he grits his teeth against a wave of nausea.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

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• Granitekit . Granitepaw . Granitepelt, he/him w/ masculine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 23 moons old, ages realistically on the 10th.
  — mentored by Pitchstar and Dogfur ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored Applepaw
  — "duskclan" leader. flint x sandra, gen 2.
  — formerly mated to Starlingheart, currently mated to n/a.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  sh blue and white tom with dark green eyes. arrogant, stealthy, sneaky, observant, perceptive, cunning, spiteful, envious.
  
  

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[PRIVETFROST]

Although he had not identified what the nagging flutter in his body had been, Privetpaw had been worried for his mentor, as though the feeling had been a shrew bating beneath his fangs. What was a clan without its deputy? It would look terribly on Duskclan if Rumblerain had perished by their terrible hands, a victory that they would surely hold up for moons to come. The thought of it made him sick, curdling what oily hatred he had retained with his wiry body. Rustling of the entrance's mouth clued Privetpaw into a hurried sort of gait, and fern-green eyes floated upwards to meet the seal point deputy. Rumblerain had returned, though marred and blemished in tar and blood alike, as though their coat were the riffles of a dirt-sea. Duskclan had not waited for them, for a feline left behind was as good as the corpse they would soon be. Even he, at his young age, knew that. The boy trotted up to Rumble as they conversed with Granitepelt, nodding his head in a quick gesture of acknowledgement, before padding away to rejoin the pothered gloom. He died again. If only he had been the one to sink his claws into Windclan's silken throats, watching his own foam-tipped paws be overtaken by such beautiful sanguine.

𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐂𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃 ── X ── 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒

• Retro to the infection thread ofc! / Super late </3
  
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  —— PRIVETPAW / He/Him / 7 Moons
  —— Apprentice of Duskclan / Mentored by Rumblerain
  —— Wine-dark and white-tipped, almost like a magpie. He has black fur except for the tips of his ears, his muzzle and chin, a blaze on his chest, bottom portion of the legs, outer end of the tail, and along the upper ridges of eyes. He has ghost striping that can only be seen in certain sunlight. He has fern-green eyes.
  —— Cool, calculating, and much too mature for such a young age. Enamored with the life of a warrior and burdened by the expectations of his people. Hard to befriend and harder to maintain a steady friendship with.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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