pafp unsteady ground — checking in

[DUSKPOOL]

the dog that weeps after it kills is no better than the dog that doesn't. my guilt will not purify me.​

They’d been tasked with a border patrol along the unclaimed border bleedin’ into upwalker territory, bodies nestled beneath the coven of trees towerin’ above their heads. As the bitter frost approached like wildfire, Duskpool felt it deep within his bones as they creaked and groaned with each movement. Foxdung. He hated the cold.

He ain’t sure what was worse. This or the damn mountains on the journey that was a lifetime ago, it felt like. He’d been younger than, not by much, but it sure as hell felt like he’d tripled in age.

“Hey, kiddo.” He greeted the young warrior with a flick of his wooly plumage, molten copper crinklin’. “How have ya been holdin’ up?” He rumbled steadily, helm tilted toward the quiet warrior. He hadn’t had much interaction with the tom, but clanmates, nonetheless and Duskpool was sure as hell gonna make sure they make it through this bitter winter if it was the last thing he did ( even if that was damn near impossible for one old tom ).​

my bones are smoldering ✦ and my knuckles are bloody

• ooc —— please wait for @Bumblebee!
  
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  release me from my promise to you. don't make me do this anymore. don't make me go on without you
  
  — unknown
• duskpool he/him
  ♡ a massive scarred obsidian-smoked ghost makeral tabby maine coon / norwegian forest mix w/ molten copper eyes and low-white
  ♡ warrior of skyclan
  ♡ sixty moons; ages on the 1st of every month
  ♡ speech thought attack
  ♡ peaceful + healing powerplay permitted
  
  
  penned by blueblossomtea​

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