THE BROKEN ROAD // Pigeon

[ThistleBack]

The look in Pigeonsong’s eyes, it didn’t do well to conceal pain. That was the curse of having light colored eyes- they favored expression. As clear as the shallows of a creek bed. Thistleback’s own were light but had a coldness to them. Even when he catches the warrior’s gaze, with as much sympathy as the war-hound could feel.

He was happy for Quillstrike, in some way, didn’t see it coming. No, one could assume the affections between Twitchbolt and Quillstrike were much stronger. How bizarre, and perhaps foolish on his former apprentice’s part.

The clan behind his thorny back, congratulates the couple. Thistleback gently brushes his shoulder to the sandy coated warrior, waving his chin in a silent gesture to follow. " come, lad. Let’s go to the river. I can show you how to cast stones " he suggests. Once they were a few tail lengths past the bramble entrance, he sighs. " your a tough man, that shouldn’t go without being said. It’s hard to keep a smile when you’re hurting. Yet. You did " he praises Pigeonsong hoarsely.

" I didn’t see that coming. " he admits, with a flick of his tail tip.
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⛦ OOC INFORMATION REFERENCE ⛦

• — @Pigeonsong
  
  
• — Dogteeth PINTEREST
  — twenty-eight moons
  — VOICE & ACCENT
  — warrior of Riverclan
  — gay | crushing on n/a
  — small curly-furred blonde and tan tom with blue eyes.
  — very gentle voice and laugh
  — deals a nasty bite
  BIOGRAPHY——— ✧
  
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[Pigeonsong]

"I'm happy for them, really." Pigeonsong would protest, suddenly realizing how odd it must look for the couple for the two of them to stalk off as though they were rogues. Everything right now just seemed to be going so sour that he found it hard to keep that positive attitude that he was known for. It was all just so much and he found himself slipping, he'd lost a good friend to his own selfishness, his apprentice was struggling with a beast beyond his abilities.
What in the name of StarClan was he expected to do in such overwhelming odds, just keep smiling like it was fine, and everything was okay?

He was kidding himself and indignation flashed upon his honey colored gaze as Thistleback addressed him at last.
"I had to smile." he admits, feeling the strength leave him instantly.
"I promised her and it is everything to me to keep it, no matter how much it hurts. She's happy." It's more reassurances for himself and he knows that Thistleback knows it as well.
He takes in a deep breath, trying to keep his breath from hitching in his throat.


"It's my fault, what her twolegs did. She brought me into their den." The admittance feels colossal, even though in reality it is not, in fact it's quite inconsequential. He'd told her how he felt at the worst possible time, within the worst circumstances because he'd felt it right. How foolish, how selfish he'd been.

"I even lashed out at Spiderpaw, it's not her fault, y'know? She's trying so hard, I- I know she'll be a better warrior than I ever could be." The tom would mewl, his voice finally breaking as they are free from curious ears beyond the bramble barrier.

"How am I supposed to help her when I can't even help myself. I'm not tough." He shudders, pelt twitching with emotion and his facade crumbling immediately, by some stroke of luck he stops himself from crying in front of the piebald tom.