strong for somebody else — outlawbite

[DUSKPOOL]

don't raise your voice . improve your argument .
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“Outlaw—” The old warrior stated, only to snap his maw shut at the seething glare the daylight warrior shot him. He sighed, flopping on his haunches beside the other, shoulders knocking begrudgingly in silence. “I ain’t a spring chicken anymore Outlaw, neither are ya.” He tried again, glancin’ at the other through his peripheral. “I ain’t askin’ for much but if somethin’ happens to me—”

He could feel his littermate’s shoulders swell, tensing beneath calloused flesh. Duskpool sighed mutely, head tippin’ to stare at the night sky sprinkled with stars and he wondered fleetingly if Smokefang and Shadowfire were lookin’ down on them this instant with expressions Duskpool ain’t too sure he wanted to know.

“I ain’t sayin’ I’m gonna toss my life to the first thing wantin’ to kill me. I made a promise and I’ve got nothin’ left but my stubbornness.” Outlaw had nearly dragged him by the ear when he saw the old tom slip out of the warrior’s den to do a bit of night huntin’, draggin’ his paws like a walkin’ corpse about ready to collapse from exhaustion.

Damnit. Some things don’t change, huh? He had hoped his workaholic behaviors were done and over with, but after the incident with Sorrelsong, Duskpool can’t fathom restin’ without feelin’ guilty.

@OUTLAWBITE ​

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[OUTLAWBITE]

for all that wild charisma and wanderlust , you sure are vengeful
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The identical lookin’ tom scowled, muzzle wrinklin’ with the motion wonderin’ if Orangestar would let him get away with murderin’ his brother, but then again, he didn’t think the clan needed to lose another figure no matter how much of an idiot he was. Fudge nuggets. His shoulders rose, muscles coiling like a snake ready to strike ( in this case — Outlaw was decidin’ the pros and cons of stranglin’ the tom ).

“I ain’t got a bad shoulder and bad joints.” Outlaw’s voice rumbled, honey-dipped words wrapped tight in bitter thorns. “I ain’t got a family that trusts him more than a stranger.” He shot a seethin’ glare in the scarred tom’s direction as if he’d suddenly burst into flames and leave him to pick up the pieces.

“I ain’t about to promise nothin’ because if I do I know yer just gonna drop dead somewhere thinkin’ yer family ain’t gonna care and I ain’t gonna sit by and let it happen. Nothin’ but flapdoodle yer sproutin’.” Outlaw snipped, timbre a low, smoked honey thrum.

“I ain’t that close to yer folks like ya are to them. Nothin’ but a bag of nails if ya go and die on me.” He breathed harshly, shaking his head, unable to spot the bitter grin from spreading across a scarred, handsome muzzle.

He hadn’t been privy to what happened between Sorrelsong and him, but Outlaw had a feelin’ it had to do with Shadowfire and Smokefang’s death. Dagnabbit. Just now comin’ together as a family when dung hits the trees and shatters whatever niceness they’d been creatin’. ​

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