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Iron lungs swell the shoulders and bulge the ribs of a restful beast. Less of a bundle of fur and more of a spool of jagged fur and limbs. Fur uncleaned, still stinking with tar and city muck- mane speckled with mud and grime. He sucks air in through his teeth as he sleeps because his nose is clogged with the scent of flora and sap. A smell he missed- of course, but his body had gotten used to smog. The burnt metal and squealing tire fumes that perfumed black topped streets. Skin was porous, Thistleback soaked it up like a sponge. Having grown up in it- he hadn’t realized just how poisonous it was.
He wakes once more, but finally there is a den above his head. His eyes peer up at the leaves and branches. At the sway and dance of sunlight, an orchestra he had missed as dearly as his children and mate. Only he bites down on pain, swallows it like a stone with thorns. He swears he can taste blood but he doesn’t bleed out now. He can’t, but if there was anything he couldn’t do properly was mourn. He still had Coyotecrest, Eve, Johnny, and some of the greatest friends he couldn’t help but call family. He had what he needed, more than he deserved.
He rises from the nest his son had fashioned for him on such short notice, a squirrel from Johnny is laid at the side. Thistleback’s eyes linger on it, and he allows himself to feel touched at the sentiment. To be if not, a bit tender- like skin where a scab is ripped off is to the wind.
He grasps the prey in his jaws and drags it just to the threshold of the den. Squinting against the sunlight stinging his retinas, but he catches sight of Johnnyflame outside. Thistleback whisks his tail like a whip to get the other’s attention quietly. He didn’t want to kick up any bustle just yet, the light was too bright and his head had a dull ache.
" I almost feel, like a tree roach. No matter how many times this world tries to squash me. I prevail. " he begins with a raspy joke, something to break any tension that may stem from the fact that he didn’t know what to say. To apologize for being taken? Thistleback didn’t do apologies. To gush about how much he missed Johnny? he wore his emotions much deeper than the sleeve.
" or maybe it’s a curse " Thistleback snorts, but it’s humorless in a way. Would he outlive his children? If anyone could bear that weight and still walk, unfortunately it was him. Albeit with a spiritual limp.
" Johnny I- " missed you so dearly, my friend. unspoken words dance behind a tongue that tasted rancid behind his teeth " how are you?… you look- very well … " he begins, there were many questions he wished to ask many he would have to eventually. He knew not just how shaken the forest was.
He wakes once more, but finally there is a den above his head. His eyes peer up at the leaves and branches. At the sway and dance of sunlight, an orchestra he had missed as dearly as his children and mate. Only he bites down on pain, swallows it like a stone with thorns. He swears he can taste blood but he doesn’t bleed out now. He can’t, but if there was anything he couldn’t do properly was mourn. He still had Coyotecrest, Eve, Johnny, and some of the greatest friends he couldn’t help but call family. He had what he needed, more than he deserved.
He rises from the nest his son had fashioned for him on such short notice, a squirrel from Johnny is laid at the side. Thistleback’s eyes linger on it, and he allows himself to feel touched at the sentiment. To be if not, a bit tender- like skin where a scab is ripped off is to the wind.
He grasps the prey in his jaws and drags it just to the threshold of the den. Squinting against the sunlight stinging his retinas, but he catches sight of Johnnyflame outside. Thistleback whisks his tail like a whip to get the other’s attention quietly. He didn’t want to kick up any bustle just yet, the light was too bright and his head had a dull ache.
" I almost feel, like a tree roach. No matter how many times this world tries to squash me. I prevail. " he begins with a raspy joke, something to break any tension that may stem from the fact that he didn’t know what to say. To apologize for being taken? Thistleback didn’t do apologies. To gush about how much he missed Johnny? he wore his emotions much deeper than the sleeve.
" or maybe it’s a curse " Thistleback snorts, but it’s humorless in a way. Would he outlive his children? If anyone could bear that weight and still walk, unfortunately it was him. Albeit with a spiritual limp.
" Johnny I- " missed you so dearly, my friend. unspoken words dance behind a tongue that tasted rancid behind his teeth " how are you?… you look- very well … " he begins, there were many questions he wished to ask many he would have to eventually. He knew not just how shaken the forest was.
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— sorry if this is choppy lol I wrote it in 3 different days/segments hahaha @Johnnyflame
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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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