- Oct 1, 2024
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〔✦〕Since Duskpaw and his brother had been able to speak, their parents and other adults had scolded the way they seemed attached at the hip, conniving, and somewhat... drama-mongering. The pair are often seen together; they huddle close, speak in hushed tones, and glance at their surroundings before continuing. Over time, they'd- or rather, Dustpaw mostly- managed to branch outside of their insular duo and make friends with others. The pair are now a mere 2 moons from completing their apprenticeships, never any different from those same kits that were barely old enough to talk and play.
The afternoon sun bears down overhead, undercut by a pleasant autumnal breeze. Cottony clouds drift lazily overhead, spottily dancing around the sunlight and making the atmosphere perfectly lazy. Duskpaw makes a concerted effort to make sure several warriors see him returning from a hunting patrol. He plays up how much effort it takes for him to bring his catch to the fresh-kill pile, sighing dramatically once it's placed on the top. He wavers for a moment, seeming to take stock of his catch and the rest of camp for a long moment before he takes the predictable path: seeking out Dawnpaw.
The blue tabby moves lazily, as if brushed forward on the breeze like a falling leaf. He sits next to his blue pointed counterpart, slightly disappointed to find that his sibling is not having a late breakfast for him to share. "Hey, Dawnpaw," he greets with a crooked smile, warmed by the familiarity. Then, as per usual, he leans forward and whispers something to Dawnpaw. Something hearsay he heard in the apprentices' den this morning while his brother had been out on his morning duties.
The afternoon sun bears down overhead, undercut by a pleasant autumnal breeze. Cottony clouds drift lazily overhead, spottily dancing around the sunlight and making the atmosphere perfectly lazy. Duskpaw makes a concerted effort to make sure several warriors see him returning from a hunting patrol. He plays up how much effort it takes for him to bring his catch to the fresh-kill pile, sighing dramatically once it's placed on the top. He wavers for a moment, seeming to take stock of his catch and the rest of camp for a long moment before he takes the predictable path: seeking out Dawnpaw.
The blue tabby moves lazily, as if brushed forward on the breeze like a falling leaf. He sits next to his blue pointed counterpart, slightly disappointed to find that his sibling is not having a late breakfast for him to share. "Hey, Dawnpaw," he greets with a crooked smile, warmed by the familiarity. Then, as per usual, he leans forward and whispers something to Dawnpaw. Something hearsay he heard in the apprentices' den this morning while his brother had been out on his morning duties.
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ooc. please wait for dawn to reply! <3
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DUSKPAW —— apprentice of windclan , mentored by tbd . npc x npc . littermate to dawnpaw ✦ penned by carat
✦ cis amab; he/him; 10 moons old / ages 1st of every month
✦ single / bisexual / open to romance
✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
—— fights dirty, likely to go after those he already has a "personal problem" with.
✦ "speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
✦ biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
- reference image here
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shorthaired blue tabby (shaded dark) with small white patch on chest and olive green eyes. scarring over right eye.