Born to Birchflower and Stormecho, Duskripple didn’t get much time with his family. As the moment they realized that the cat was blind, they were sent away to Caveclan. When other cats ask if he misses them, he laughs and says “I don’t know their face or their smell. So why should I care.”

It was at his 3rd moon, where he realized he also couldn’t smell. And the cat teared up, for the sheer fact that it was another THING to deal with in his life. He remembers that night of clinging close to his aunt and hearing her apologize to him. He doesn’t want to mention it, but he felt her chest heave as she cried for him. Arnicabark, we forgot to explain her. She is Duskripple’s light, and honestly the only thing tethering him to his family. He listens to her stories, and words with an absolute furvor. She is his aunt, but behaves mostly like a mother to him.

Despite the growing inferiority complex, Duskpaw and Arnicabark are as thick as thieves. And Dusk often would seek her out as a kit. As she came every day to check in on him, to make sure he knew that they were never alone. That they would always be there. No one would separate them. Not their eyes. Not his nose. Nothing. At least not if they can help it. Especially after the death of their cousin, Laurelheart. It was something about her death which was difficult. As she went missing. A body was never discovered and was something that shook the small family unit to its core. But instead of breaking, they moved closer together. So that they could get through this. So they decided that she did die somewhere on the surface, somewhere they couldn’t get her back from. Surprisingly, they look forward to their apprentice hood. So that they might repay Arnica and Mist for their kindness and love. And perhaps to wrestle that inkling of desire to meet his family. At least one day.

When they had become an apprentice, Duskripple was hesitant to trust their mentor. Especially since he felt in the begining he had no real tools to teach him. Being known as a peaceloving cat, whose voice was drowned out in the war by everyone around him. Though using this inspiration, he's become more socialble (but not too much), he also has made friends and established himself as a capable warrior in a way he didn't expect. And after terrifying events with the Cats of the Stars, and the death of Falconwatcher...He felt he was finally ready to grow up. Earning the name Duskripple.

However, he looks to the future with terror, especially when looking back upon the events that they have lived through. The Caveclan Guard was put into place, and soon enough the Ambassdors were set into place. Quailspark even approached them and asked if he would like to join them. And along side a few other faces he had seen about the clan. Quailspark, Goldenshade, Pantherspots, and himself were going to bring in a new age...and it scared them. But they had forgotten about it for a little bit as a close friend of theirs, Morningpaw, was taken from them. He mourned with a power he forgot he had. It was also in this he made a new friend, a Cliffclan tom by the name of Smudgenose.

There was no time to rest though. As walking to a meetup, had lead to news of a Mountain Lion descending on Cliffclan from Coati lips. Without the walls of the caves, he felt useless, except to bring the others into the clan. Away from the terror of the upper world.

After that some good news, especially after those events, was sorely needed. And in Adderheart becoming a true warrior, to prepping for the first Gathering. Duskripple kept themselves busy with that. Nevermind the grief he was feeling. Which soon ebbed and flowed as he spent time with his found family. With Spike, Raven, and especially Buzz.

Even when later, he has to watch more horrible things happen. To watch Cliff be battered and take shelter beneath the earth. Watching his best friend go off to face this, AND support them through the planning process. Heading into saving the place he was born originally. But who has the time to process this right now. We have a camp to save.