Duskleaf
27 Moons | He/Him | Agatha Kitty
RiverClan Warrior
Duskleaf lay still on his favourite tree branch which he almost always slept in, his eyes slowly opened in to see the morning sun. He blinked, slowly rising to his paws and quickly giving his fur a few licks to make sure it was clean. Yeah he always walked about with leaves in his messy fur, but messy and dirty are two different things. He didn’t mind his fur being one of those two things, but certainly not the other. That being said, he picked off a few of the leaves that had somehow remained this long and put them in his fur.
Duskleaf had a quick look around camp to see who was around, and his gaze quickly fell upon the golden pelt of his friend Brokenstream. Come to think of it, he hadn’t spoken to the Lionheart since the gathering. It still felt weird that he’d only just met his mother at the gathering. Since he found out Snakefang was his sister, he hadn’t really questioned who his mother was or why he never knew. Then Mintwhisper just showed up one day at the gathering. It was weird to think that his only relatives were ThunderClan cats, yet he’d never even consider living across the border. RiverClan wasn’t perfect, but he wouldn’t trade it for anything. The idea of calling another clan home just didn’t sit right with him, even if his entire family were there.
Shaking his head so he could actually focus on what he was doing, Duskleaf jumped down from the tree and made his way over to the golden tom.
"Hey, Brokenstream! How're ye?" He sat down a few tail lengths away, curling his tail around his paws to keep them warm. After all, leaf-bare hadn’t gone away yet.
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