how i met your mother & the boyz

[Ashenclaw]

[ ☾ ] Was it an unlikely set of friends? More than likely, but they had become part of his life whether they liked it or not. They sort of got roped into things when they were stranded in the warriors' den during the blizzard and now he had friends. Which was good? There wasn't a reason for it but he didn't question it too much. Thistleback was probably the most unlike of his friend group, being a lead warrior but they had a mutual understand of each other. It was strange but something just clicked with the tom and now Hailstone looked to him for advice and friendship.

Slate was another strange one as well as Silversmoke, but it was an unlikely friendship he cherished. The set of toms had become sort of like his little gang of friends, and today he had something of importance to discuss with them. Hailstone had been acting rather awkward and clingy to that of Orangeblossom since the border skirmish and raid. Hell ever since he had come back with his toy for her and she suggested they give it to the kits of the clan, he was sucked in.

There was something about the orange and white deputy that pulled the blue tabby in. Something addictive about her aloof nature, surprisingly warm under shell and overall just who she was as a person. Hailstone shook his head as it started to drift and looked around the camp for a moment before heading for the medicine den. The clearing was covered in slush and mud now with the melting snow and many were still in stages of healing from the fight. Thistleback he knew was one of them, the other two he wasn't sure as in the flurry of the raid he hadn't really been keeping much attention to who was where.

@ThistleBack @SLATE @SILVERSMOKE

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[ThistleBack]

Thistleback spent his time in the medicine den practically bristling with the proximity of Dawnglare. It was never dislike, just a preference of distance. While he was hardly deterred from the unhinged, Dawnglare was an emotionally complex individual. While he thanked the medic kindly for bandages, the relief of spotting Hailstone making his way toward them made his hackles flatten. " thank the bloody stars " he pushed out with his lungs, pulling away with fresh bandage wrapped on his healing neck as he greets the striped blue warrior with a flick of his tail. " cheers. " he huffed with a shake of his head. " the smell of plants paired with the ramblings of a madman " he mutters in complaint before giving his friend a once-over.

The green eyed man looked, bothered. Something on the tip of his tongue. Thistleback being the curious and pensive soul he is, prods verbally " You look like you bit into a turned squirrel. " Thistleback’s lips quirk at the corner.

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  thirty-three moons
  — Lead warrior of Skyclan
  — taken by
  Deersong 9.29.22
  — mentoring quillpaw
  — very muscular piebald black and white tom with spiky fur and cold silver-grey eyes.
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[SILVERSMOKE]

Truthfully, Silversmoke didn't think he'd needed much assistance after the raid. Between him and Twitchpaw, and the pace of the raid, his fight had been over in the blink of an eye with only scratches and bruises to show for it. Some clanmates had badgered him to get checked out regardless, so, the tabby found himself lingering near Dawnglare's abode, cleaning his paws as he procrastinated on entering. With a stroke of luck, Hailstone and Thistleback quickly entered his field of view and gave the warrior an excuse to put off wasting the medic's time with superficial injuries. He moved closer to the pair, noting that this wasn't the first time they'd gathered like this. Silversmoke didn't believe in fate, only serendipity, and he felt unusually blessed by luck as they got to continue speaking. If only Slate could disappear. Hailstone's look wasn't something he recognised. 'Twitterpated' was a word some might use, but if such loves were real, the tabby had never experienced it. He didn't think he was missing out, relationships seemed like complicated beasts, still, he couldn't deny that there was a certain allure to having someone to rely on and that cat experiencing the same with you - a partnership that extended beyond simple friendship.

"That'd explain why he's heading to the medicine den," the feline mewed promptly at Thistleback's poking, voice balancing between sincerity and sarcasm. He turned towards the Daylight Warrior, finding a similar assessment to the wild-furred individual within moments of looking at their distant gaze. The tabby dipped his tufted cranium forwards and reclined on his haunches, either indifferent to the damp floor or doing his best to his his discomfort. He would understand if Hailstone had been wounded in the raid and needed a check-up, or if the other had actually eaten a rotten squirrel, but there was a lack of urgency that made him question both options. Wrapping his tail around his paws, Silversmoke leaned forwards somewhat. "What is it?"
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