PRATTLING POETS | coyote

[ThistleBack]

Thistleback’s paws are sore but his chest is filled with pride and it strangely numbs the stinging that comes with each pawpad as he meets up with Coyotecrest with a rumbled purr of greeting. " I was going to suggest a walk to the river but- I’m not sure I’ll make it back " he admits, " let’s just see how far we get, eh? " Thistleback aims to lead the way, cold air whisking through his fur.

" I can hardly believe it. Time goes by so quickly… you must be excited, to be a father. I know I was- alot of things " he recalls the initial fear of having a litter in the midst of winter followed by the blur of excitement.
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⛤ OOC INFORMATION REFERENCE ⛤

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  forty EVENT TRACKER | IMPORTANT INFO
  — Former Lead warrior of Skyclan 12.22.22 - 06.2023
  — Devoted to Deersong 9.29.22
  — Father of Coyotepaw, Eveningpaw, Briarpaw, Damsel, Sunflowerpaw, and Rosepaw.
  — mentoring none formerly Snowpath & Quillstrike
  — very muscular piebald black and white tom with spiky fur and cold silver-grey eyes.
  — voice & accent
  — biography･ﾟ✧​
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[Coyotecrest]

It felt so surreal to see the older bristle backed male stalking beside him again after all this time. Surreal, but a blessing regardless. A small smile decorates the young warrior's maw, chuffing in response to Thistleback's jest. "We'll take things slow." There was no need to rush anything, not while he needed the precious time to recover.

Silence overtakes the pair after some time. Nothing but the soft rustling of fall crisp leaves to fill the void. Coyotecrest was perfectly content to remain like this, to trail beside his father figure. But it seemed Thistleback had other plans. Eyes of frosted evergreen blink wide, suddenly taken off guard by the subject change and his ears warm as a result. "I-I well...yeah, I wasn't expecting it. Not at all." He stammers at first. "But I don't regret it." Howlfire did not seem to mind the sudden turn of events between them either. Which certainly made things easier.

Another wave of silence befalls him, his mind a quiet storm of thought as he plods alongside the tom. "Dad," His voice is softer now, so quiet he hardly heard it himself. "How did you know Deersong was the one?" He asked, averting his gaze from the path ahead of them to focus on the collared warrior. ​

̶̶̶̶  «̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ «̶ ̶̶̶   skyclan warrior / thirteen moons old / he/him  ̶ ̶ ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ »̶ ̶̶̶  ​