𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐌,
𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓
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i. dustkit/dustpaw/dustsearch;
ii. the strategist; iii. tom, he/him;
iv. heterosexual; v. 58 moons;
vi. the flames, lightclan descendant;
vii. shorthaired brown marbled tabby
with bronze eyes and white markings;
viii. scent: dry earth; ix. 5w6, 548;
x. song: sleeping at last - aperture;
xi. calm, watchful, curious,
traditional, distant, vindictive
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mate: the nurturer;
kits: the thief, unborn litter
parents: acornfang and dawnstorm
siblings: sootstorm, frost, and rootpaw
grandparents: martenjaw and chervilheart
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𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐑,
𝐍𝐎, 𝐀 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓
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━━ 𝑮𝑰𝑽𝑬 𝑴𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻 ━━━━━━━━
━━━━━━━ 𝑶𝑭 𝑨𝑵 𝑨𝑹𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑶𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑰𝑺𝑻 ━━
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To know Dustsearch is to retrace his past. An odd kit,
he was more keen on listening to his grandparents'
stories than playing with his littermates. His grand
father Martenjaw was fearsome, covered with scars.
He told tales of Lightclan's glory and recounted the
no-heart massacre. His grandmother Chervilheart
also carried wounds from the battle, though hers
were in her soul. She had been a queen then and
her mate gave his life to save her and their unborn
kits. The only surviving kit was Dustsearch's mother,
Dawnstorm, named after her late father. Though
they ended up finding other survivors to live with,
the last of Lightclan crumbled with time. Life was
difficult without the shelter and prey of the forest.
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━━ 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑰 𝑴𝑨𝒀 𝑫𝑰𝑮 𝑼𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑳 ━━━━━━━
━━━━━━━━ 𝑰 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑰 𝑬𝑿𝑰𝑺𝑻 ━━
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Dustpaw was never the most athletic or diligent cat,
but he got things done by working smarter, not harder.
Two lapses in judgement made him into the vigilant
tom he is today: first when he watched helplessly as
his sister Rootpaw was carried off by a hawk, second
when he fell from a tree after climbing it to emulate
his ancestors. He hurt his leg in the fall and wouldn't
have healed without the help of a young rogue named
Softgaze, who later became his best friend and mate.
No cat made him feel as loved and warm as her. His
family dissipated when his parents died. His brother
Frost dropped the second part of his name to become
a rogue. His sister became Sootstorm after their mother,
but even she fled to brighter horizons. Only Dustsearch
remained, wandering these old streets to find fragments
of his past, of himself. He and his mate Softgaze lost their
first litter and only the thief remained from their second.
Terrified and hurt, he feels that he has failed them all. No
longer. Dustsearch is convinced that his family can only be
secure and happy in their ancestral home, the forest. He
will stop at nothing to take it back. The flames will burn.
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xxxxxxxx 𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐈 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐄, 𝑼𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑳 𝑰 𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵 𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑪𝑶𝑹𝑬.
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Dustsearch is a ponderer and a puzzler. When fixed
on some idea he becomes lost in it, buried in it. He is
driven by the ideals of his ancestors, preserving what
little remains of their traditions and legends. Despite
all he holds dear, the tom prefers to keep others at a
distance. He watches over them, searching for danger
and opportunity, analyzing them to understand them.
The tom tends to mire himself in the negative. Making
plans on top of plans, he can't afford a single misstep.
Dustsearch cares little for others' opinion of him and
does whatever is necessary in pursuit of his vision. It
takes a great force to change his mind. When he talks
he is gentle and direct, if not a little distracted. His
calm composure falters around young cats, especially
after his kits passed away moons ago.
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by Euthymios » Sat Jan 01, 2022 3:57 pm 
