Isn't life beautiful - Thistle

[shrewflight.]

The world was fascinating. The feeling of grass for the first time... The dirt under his paws and between his toes... The feeling of  dew glistening the foliage in the early morning...

Pocket was more than intrigued. The feeling of wind on his pelt... the small marbled tom would forever be curious he felt, new language and words entering his brain, and even his dialogue was improving.

But one thing he lacked was some cats desire for personal space. The tiny apprentices form would lower to the ground as he recognized the white faced warrior. A paw would cover his eyes after locking with Thistleclaws gaze as he wiggled across the ground.

No longer could he see the warrior, so the warrior could not see him. It made sense in his head as he peeked between toes to gage the distance before closing the gap again and squirming closer.

Then he would leap, his arms outstretched and he would attempt to wrap them around the big toms face, giggling erupting from his throat.

"Surprised you! Never see me coming!" he said between giggles.

@ThistleBack //

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[ThistleBack]

The metallic stare he gives the forest, it’s a threatening one. Perhaps not so intentionally, for it’s unfocused in thought and low for his chin rests on his paws like a porch hound. Hindlegs stretching as the numbness of the angle sets in, but despite the chaos swirling behind his eyes he’s remarkably calm and still. The occasional flick of an ear from the landing of a fly.

He rests, air leaving his lungs with hollow gusts like drums on his vocals. Sleep’s narrow fingers lacing across his eyes but is halted with movement, a pair of small eyes meet his before being covered away. A small scrap of fur, scuttles sneakily across the ground like a mouse with a coat of marbled chocolate.

Thistleback’s natural scowl shifts into an amused smirk, he doesn’t move his skull off his paw. He merely watches with half-lidded eyes as they creep closer. A moment later, the lead warrior keeps himself still and patient as fluff plops across his nose and forehead. The weight of the kid resembles a feather, and a full belly laugh erupts from his throat in a light roar.

He was a father, through and through and he missed his children being little and playful. " Indeed you did, little warrior. What might they call you? " his hoarse purr grumbles against the ground and he sloped his nose down to let the kitten slide back to the ground.

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⛤ OOC INFORMATION REFERENCE ⛤

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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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