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[PRIVETFROST]

Curiosity bit at Privetfrost oftentimes, like a sharp-jawed muzzle sinking into peach-fuzz flesh, with the satisfaction of an answer like the saccharine blood of the prey animal. There was much he was curious about, though his daily fixations leashed him to that of the past, where he had not been granted the eyes to see beyond that which had already transpired. Still, the young man hungered, as he always did. With a belly always half-empty, he always aimed to sink his teeth into something new and unknowable, wandering about like a shivering specter. From afar did the newly-made warrior stare at Ghostmask, like a mordant sort of intrigue gnawed at his framework, fraying and dying the ends a sickly color. Ghostmask... She is Granitepelt's daughter. And yet, he did not see her mourn for Granitepelt's death, as he had been told that sons and daughters often did. Perhaps she saw the truth of the situation - that Granitepelt was a sickly old tyrant who had been felled by the weakness that he had covered with marble and gristle and scarlets. Emerging from the shadows of his earthbound perch, the white-tipped tomcat trotted towards the older molly, gait like a midge whetting at the air it swam through. He made sure to carry himself sharply, without delay nor indolence. Much like a fly at the ends of the freshly-made corpse, he wasted little time in getting what he wated.

"Tell me about your father, Granitepelt. Did you think he was a good leader for Duskclan?" He mewed to Ghostmask without prior introduction, as it was the manner in which he preferred to conduct himself, without any of the unnecessary nothings of small talk and introductions. He was sure that Ghostmask was just the same.

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

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  —— PRIVETFROST / He/Him / 9 Moons
  —— Warrior of Duskclan / Formerly 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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