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[ThistleBack]

" with the influx of hostile rogues and the attack of Centipedepaw. " he begins, as the afternoon sun settles over the cold camp. While the patrol settles in from a long trek, and Thistleback digs pine sap from under his claws from the hunting of a jackdaw. He turns his skull toward his fellow warriors and apprentices. A decision made, and easily so.

" I’ll not be returning to the twolegplace anymore. " he finalizes, staring up into the nettles and the cloudy sky that threatened of leafbare with each day. " I’m stripping myself of the term Daylight " he nods and grooms down the fur of is forelimb. " the only thing that place has gotten me is shot and starving anyways " he grunts with a humorless chuckle.

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OOC INFO REF

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• — Thistleback | thirty-two moons | cis-male
  — daylight warrior of Skyclan | leaves rarely
  — 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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[Lionsnarl]

"LIFE DOESN'T DISCRIMINATE BETWEEN THE SINNERS AND THE SAINTS"​

Golden fur shimmers as the ginger king lifts his head, dark eyes focusing on the razorback. "Good." He grumbles after a long moment, a gruff sound that holds none of his snark or sneer. A genuine sort of good. "We need capable warriors here."

He doesn't include himself in that tally, but Thistleback? Thistleback had shown care and dedication for the group he had watched grow from a few soggy ex-loners to what it was now. It was good that he'd be around for whatever befell them.​

✦ ★ ✦​

 

[FOXGECKER]

Tired looking eyes lift up and a small yawn pulls his mouth open wide. Sheugging his shoulders his attention is pulled to Thistleback as the other calls attention. What he says next makes him thoughtful. What the other is giving up. Though he says he has nothing good from the Twolegplace and he will not try to persuade him otherwise. Getting up to his paws he smiles lightly as be attempts to boop his head against Thistleback's shoulder lightly. "Good to have you here full time, mon ami. Now let's see what shenanigans we can get up to now that you'll be around permanently." There is a soft chuckle in his voice as he steps back and dips his head.

Of course he is happy to have a strong warrior like Thistleback here with them. Skyclan can definitely use it with all the troubles that they have been having.​

 

[~Deersong~]

( ♬ ) A delicate cream ear would twitch at the sound of her mates voice echoing within the walls of the camp. Deersong would turn her head from where she had been grooming herself and her eyes would widen as Thistleback announced that from today on he would be a full-time warrior of Skyclan.

The emotions that hit the molly could not be described with mere words, but she quickly bounded over to him and affectionately pressed against him as the purr that thundered from her throat seemed to overwhelm her. No more spending nights alone in their nest with only his fading scent to keep her company. "You sure know how to make a molly happy, Gem." ​

( LET YOU BREAK; MY HEART AGAIN )

 

[Stagkit]

REACHING FOR THE SUN​

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Stagkit had no idea what the big, spiky furred warrior was talking about. He was stripping himself of... the daylight? Did that mean he would be a nightlight now? Wide-eyed and looking owlish, the child peers around the small group that gathers, clearly pleased by the news that Thistleback was no longer a daylight, so it must have been a good thing. Finally, the boy seems to blink, slinks between Deersong's front legs to arch his furry side against one of the fore-limbs, and as he comes to stand in front of the deputy, he peers up at Thistleback with those bright, wide eyes again.

"Nightlight?" Stagkit tilts his head, questioning.​

 

[BLAZESTAR]

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮​

Blazestar's whiskers tremble with the weight of his smile. He does not think less of those cats who choose to remain in their housefolk's nests, but Thistleback's situation is quite different, and Blazestar has often worried for the black and white warrior's well-being living on the streets of the Twolegplace. He adds his voice to Crimsonbite's and Foxgekker's, a murmur of, "We're glad to have you here full-time. SkyClan welcomes you."

He looks at his deputy with a pang. The love glowing in her eyes, the passion she shares with Thistleback, is palpable from where he sits. He's selfishly stricken with envy -- he will never share a nest with his own mate, not ever for more than one night. Despite his envy, though, he gives Deersong a nod, an acknowledgment, that he's happy for her.

Little Stagkit calls Thistleback a nightlight warrior, and Blazestar laughs. "We can call him that. His own title," he purrs with amusement.

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[Pumpkinpatch]

SkyClan was certainly something wasn't it! It had so many new things like the names and the terms and there was some comment she heard about Blazestar having died once??? Pumpkin had no idea what to think about that! Was that metaphorical dying or like actually dying? Because he looked fine from where she stood but then again she hadn't actually met a dead cat before....or had she?
Shaking her head the tortiseshell approached the scene on light steps, listening in to Thistleback's declaration that he was no longer a 'daylight' which she had heard before but couldn't remember the context. In silence she listened, despite her folded ears she took it all in with careful consideration, Tugger's comment on needing warriors, Foxgecker's remark on staying permanently, it did not take a lot of thinking to come to the right conclusion.
"Ah-! I see, I see! So Daylight are your warriors who-um-don't live here all the time?" Stagkit speaks, further confusing her, but Blazestar arrives to both validate her and straighten out the mix-up caused by the child's clever use of words. Pumpkin peers at him huddling against Deersong's long cream legs and offers a smile and tiny wave of her paw. Kittens were so cute, perhaps she'd have her own one day but right now she was much more interested in the clan's dynamic. "Are all these daylight warriors housecats? Erm-I mean kittypets! Yes, those! Either way! Congratulations on-um-staying!"

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[ThistleBack]

" that " he pauses, plucking his nail from the grooves of his teeth to stare pensively into space, obviously considering the flat-nosed orange warrior’s words. " Sounds suspiciously like a compliment. " he gives the man a little hell, Crimsonbite’s blunt and snobbish ways were no secret so it was simply a light jest.

Foxgecker was probably one of the few that could lay a paw on Thistleback’s being without getting thirty grimy teeth to the skin. The french talking blue eyed man earning the piebald’s smile in return. " Of course my good lad " he nods, but a cheeky glint passes over his eyes. " We can do wildly deviant things like, getting a good night’s rest- and perhaps a few naps afterword " he jokes pointedly, obviously referring to the tired state Foxgecker was in lately.

He’s suddenly enveloped in cream and mocha curls, they spill over his shoulders with Deersong’s closeness. Her happiness in this moment, as genuine as winter’s promise to prowl the earth. you sure know how to make a molly happy" the only one that matters " he blinks slowly, eyes half-lidded before touching his nose to hers. Pulling his loving gaze from Deersong to the Skyclan leader as he commends him, Thistleback tips his chin affirmatively. " Thank you, Blazestar. " his tone gravelly but kind in tone.

Nightlight, Stagkit’s small voice and big orange eyes looking up at him expectantly. Luckily there was Blaze, a man of warmth and soft words- a man who was good at being a father. Thistleback was no such thing, but the silent and watchful stare he gave the leader as he spoke to Stagkit was enough to show he was trying to take note. The piebald felt his frown shift into a smile, though lacking the soft edges the rogdoll had it was genuine, nonetheless.

" nightlight. That’s right… I’ll keep away the monsters in the night . That sound good little stag?" he promises the kitten, dropping his muzzle to the kit’s level and flicking an ear to Pumpkinsong as she speaks. The dual-colored molly was still trying to figure it all out. Thistleback levels her a patient nod and smile.

" right… well … most of them are-… not me, I lived in a rubbish yard … I was a stray." he answered with a crinkle of the bridge of his nose in thought. " they serve as warriors during the daylight. Hence, the word. " he finishes with a tail flick.

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OOC INFO REF

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• — Thistleback | thirty-two moons | cis-male
  — warrior of Skyclan | leaves rarely
  — bisexual | fallen for Deersong 9.29.22
  — formerly 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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[Fireflyglow]

WE'VE BEEN DOIN' ALL THIS LATE NIGHT TALKIN' ✧​

"Oooh, Nightlight Warrior. Sounds pretty rad." Firefly spoke up behind the group as he walks over, eyes-half lidded though the exhaustion in his voice clearly shows that he had just returned to camp from training. Stagkit speaks of the tom's new nickname, his new title- and Firefly chuckles. He could be a nightlight, too- protect his siblings from all the monsters of the night. Protect Mushie, Protect Butterflypaw. Protect Dawnglare, his Ma and Pa. All of them would be protected by him, because he cared about them.

Was this how Thistleback felt about the Clan now? Now, that he no longer decided to wander around like a stray?

Would he stay loyal to his father's Clan, then?

"I'll be seein' more of you around, then. Good! We've gotta have an honorary tree-climbing contest then, Thistleback!"​