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The chime of the southern bell is like warm breeze over a daisy meadow.
Thistleback always appreciated the kind presence of Huckleberry, though he cast a long shadow he never left you feeling in the dark. Eyes like twin lanterns in a dark framed face, the maine coon genes made him large but willowy. The smell of hay, it recalls for Thistleback the time he had watched horses thunder across the pastures of the lands beyond the grimy streets he had walked. He could almost hear the creak of the metal fence he had sat on with the smog to his back and golden pastures in the horizon.
Pure, rich, warm, and unconditionally forgiving. These were the words the brute would use to describe the twang-tongued warrior.
Words tick up near him, tapered off by will of accent. So foreign to him that it catches a smile from the pale faced urchin. " the way you speak, lad… it’s charming " the Englishman turns his skull toward Huckleberry, a rare softness in his grin compared to his otherwise sharp no-nonsense frown.
" bizarre. In a pleasant way " he feels hoarse laughter bubble from his healing throat, his claws flexing as he stretches from his restful lay against the melting snow and soggy grass.
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— @HUCKLEBERRY
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✧ T H I S T L E B A C KOPEN for Dice battles |
thirty-three moons
— Lead warrior of Skyclan
— taken by
Deersong 9.29.22
— mentoring quillpaw
— very muscular piebald black and white tom with spiky fur and cold silver-grey eyes.
— voice & accent
— biography･ﾟ✧
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