MEND THE DAM ♡ THISTLE, COYOTE

[DAWNGLARE]

[ Takes place directly after this thread! ]

He hadn't expected visitors today. Nor did he... truly, ever. Never did he truly keep his obligations in the forefront of his mind. Often, it doesn't track that healing requires space. With a click of his tongue, he'd slip away from the scene. Space, right. Tail in an idle flicker behind him, he noses through the delightful disarray that is his den, already perfect if you ask him, but oh... Daisy and that family of hers, unwanted opinions were the only ones they ever shared.

Eventually, he pushes aside enough space and gathers together scraps of softstuff to form a makeshift nest. He'd hope the unfortunate to be appreciative of the small commodity he offers him. He could've had nothing at all, after all. Still scuffing and scraping, brows furrowed into something bitter, he and his carrier would first be met with the sight of his backside, to focused (not caring enough) to utter a greeting. By the time he pops back up, The piebald warrior is in his sights, ears and face drenched sweet red. His helpers have already departed, judging from the retreating wisps of fur near the den's mouth. Fine. Now all they await is... the Windclan kit.

Perhaps insensitive, he drifts closer to the warrior. His muzzle tilts to the damaged ear. A sliver of song, "Hear me?" he asks, and without waiting for an answer, he pulls away. A part of him wants to ask what he'd done to earn himself such a pretty wound. Clawless, toothless, upwalkers had to resort to the unholy for their methods of self-defense. But still, it was typically just that... retaliation.

So he's seen, anyways. Absently, his gaze drifts to the den's entrance.

[ Sorry this took so long! @ThistleBack @Coyotepaw ]​

 

[ThistleBack]

" thank you… lad " he mutters as Coyotekit helps him toward the medicine den. His equilibrium laid to waste from the ringing in his bleeding ear. Cheek daubed red and dripping from his chin still.

Once the holly bush swells around him, he squints up to see the massive sepia and white tom’s back facing him. Thistleback has time to settle into a slumped sit, lip lifting and naturally tilting back as Dawnglare’s intense presence is suddenly turned to him and drawing close.

It buzzes at first, whistles- high pitched yet momentary squeal of sound. That’s the refocus of a sense, and done so behind the tone of Dawnglare’s voice. A test, that makes his head shake instinctually like a wet dog. The strange man’s muzzle pulls away without his answer, but Thistleback wonders if the man even channels feedback or if it was just another silent note in this ongoing musical trainwreck the medicine cat surrounded himself with. " loud and… painfully clear" he answers finally with another half-hearted shake.

While the big plushy doctor was by no means creepy, everything said or done by the man was purely out of context. Thistleback didn’t judge, certainly not now- he just got fucking shot. " black magic " he whispers again, like a mantra. " I thought I understood them. There’s not much I don’t understand… " spoken with such pompous glib.

" This one. I swear the upwalker was smiling when he did it " he growls lowly lips peeling back in anger.

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OOC INFO REF

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• — Thistleback | thirty-two moons | cis-male
  — daylight warrior of Skyclan
  — bisexual | fallen for Deersong 9.29.22
  — mentoring Coyotepaw
  — very muscular piebald black and white tom with spiky fur and cold silver-grey eyes. Wears a purple collar with brass clasp.
  
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[Coyotecrest]

I won't apologize for being who I am

Once Thistleback is safely escorted to Dawnglare's den, Coyotekit finds himself grimacing at the abhorrent mess littered all over the place. His brow tightens as he finds himself stepping over several things to finally reach the urchin-esque daylight warrior. "You're welcome..." He murmurs in response to the tom's earlier mention of thanks. He finds himself momentarily distracted by how disheveled the medic's living space is, genuinely surprised that Dawnglare did not drown in it all. The doctor's maw encroaches upon Thistleback's injured hark, speaking into it as a test of sorts.

Thankfully he can indeed still hear and Coyote's ears flick back against his skull at the mentioning of the brutal upwalker again. "They sound evil..." He chimes in, tail taping against the ground in minor irritation. "What did he look like?" The boy questioned, determined to gather whatever information he could on this hairless monster."[/color]​

Tryna throw shade on me say a lot 'bout you​

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