but what is a life if not for love? & thistleback

[Honeysplash]

.°☀ I'll believe it all

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Things had become a mess. Everything came to head and hit the fan as they say, and it was unknown if it would ever be better. Bananasplash curled in on herself as she laid on a rock outside the nursery, trying to appear smaller and hide herself away. She felt so much shame. She felt like she was hurting others' more than ever and didn't know how to make it better. Quillstrike confessed he loved her a few nights ago, and Pigeonsong called her the light of his life and she just- didn't know what to do about them.

Pigeonsong was someone she cared for so much. He was a rock for her, someone she could always look to in need while Quillstrike had been there longer. He had been her crush since they where apprentices' and she finally had a chance with him- but she also wanted to be with Pigeonsong.

There was a growl from the young cat as she tightened her curl and closed her eyes shut, pushing away the thoughts that plagued her mind. Tears prickled at the corner of her deep green gaze and her ears flattened to her head. What was she suppose to do? What could she do? She sighed to herself and closed her eyes in hopes that she was going to nap or something of the sorts.

"SPEECH"

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There's nothing I won't understand .°☀

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• BANANASPLASH named by her mother Alice and for her spirit and confidence
  — she/they, 14 moons, mated to Quillstrike, crushing on Pigeonsong and Chrysalis
  — skyclan warrior, mentored by Sharpeye.
  — quick witted, sweetheart with a bleeding heart, optimistic
  
  primary character, high activity. penned by wolf_.​
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[ThistleBack]

Thistleback leaves a resting Deersong, uncoiling from the nest and stepping out into the quiet camp with a long crackling stretch of his spine. A livewire humming in his shoulders where they were most sore,

He spots the dual-colored coat of Bananasplash curled up as small as an apprentice outside of the nursery. " that rock doesn’t look comfortable " he announces himself, settling on his hocks and catching a glimpse of teary green emeralds. His jaw shifts at the sight, something about tears in the eyes always had a way of affecting him. Deersong’s and his children’s were the worst, perhaps it was a sort of weakness he had. Or simply, a fatherly instinct.

" Seems like you’ve been keeping something inside for a bit too long, lass " he speaks quietly, rough and filtered by understanding. When a cat cries, it’s often one or the other. Thistleback wasn’t quite good at a soft approach, but he cared nonetheless. " Same reason you can’t hold your head under water for too long, you’ll drown " he offers his idle wisdom. Aiming to coax her into talking, that’s all his war-nicked ears were good for if not to gauge his opponents- it was to listen.

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  forty EVENT TRACKER | IMPORTANT INFO
  — Lead warrior of Skyclan since 12.22.22
  — Devoted to Deersong 9.29.22
  — Father of Coyotepaw, Eveningpaw, Briarpaw, Damsel, Sunflowerpaw, and Rosepaw.
  — mentoring Snowpaw graduate(s) Quillstrike
  — very muscular piebald black and white tom with spiky fur and cold silver-grey eyes.
  — voice & accent
  — biography･ﾟ✧​
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