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Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Warrior | 38 moons
The Dancing Bird

He nodded briskly watching Newtbelly shuffle. The young tom still had a lot to learn, a long way to go before he proved himself. But he believed he would in time. He himself had come an awful long way since his apprentice hood, proved himself in more way than one.

Newbelly was committed to the clan it seemed, something Owlthroat was glad he had instilled in him. Shadowclan would always look out for their own, no matter what. Even if Owlthroat had his own agenda, deep down he wanted Newtbelly looked after.

”Very well”, he sneered. Raising up himself to get on with the day and the tasks ahead. Shaking off the morning’s tension his bushy tail flicked out.

”Keep your head above the water Newt”, Owlthroat meowed, without malice. A cool unclouded statement, with that he slunk out of the den. Dust trailing behind his paws.

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| Silverlark |
18 Moons - ShadowClan Enforcer
Shadow Fiend - Inactive | Just a Scratch - Active | Beefed Up [Tier 3] - Inactive

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A wide, gaping yawn escaped the young enforcer as he attempted a stretch, instantly swearing with an intensity that would have no doubt brought a very stern glare from his mum when he was younger as he realized his mistake. No no! Stupid, stupid! He couldn't be doing moves like those. His wound would reopen again and he wouldn't be allowed to the RiverClan raid. Actually no, scratch that. He was already not allowed to the RiverClan raid... which... hello? Why?! So he was bleeding. That was fine! That just meant the RiverClanners couldn't do anything worse to him than he already had gotten from their previous battle! It made perfect sense to him!

Unfortunately, Mosster did not agree, and whether Silverlark liked it or not, the medicine cat was much, much smarterer than him... so he supposed he could stay put. And sleep. Even though he was bored out of his mind with how much he had to sleep already. When was he going to get better?! Stupid minks with the stupid bites and the stupid outnumbering him and beating him up before running away like cowards. No honor, hmph!

Through his less than pleasant thoughts, the tom missed out on the young visitor the den had until it was too late, a bird dropping right in front of him. Verdant eyes growing round in surprise momentarily, the silver throated warrior stared down at the feathery prey mutely before turning his attention to the feline speaking to him, rounded ears perked up with interest. Scrunching his nose, the stocky cat narrowed his eyes momentarily, trying to place this apprentice - he knew she was an apprentice, at the very least - when suddenly- Aha! He knew he'd seen her somewhere! This was Squirrely, Whisk's apprentice, yeah yeah yeah!

At the recognition, the enforcer's frown changed, a beaming, open mouthed grin taking its place as he replied, "Yo! Squirrely! I'd love to, I'd love to, yeah? Want me to take those feathers off first? Can make nest materials and makes them fluffers easier to chew on, ya dig? How's training going, eh? Bet it's fun, bet it's fun. Whisk? Awesome fighter, yeah? Saw her take down a fox all by herself one time, gave it the ol' one two. Come to think of it, I wanna try fighting her, yeah? Good spar, good spar. Though... maybe later. When moving doesn't make Mosster glare at me."

A booming laugh escaped him as he spoke, the memory of the healer's glare at his opening up his neck wounds yet again suddenly seeming quite hilarious to the easy going tom. White dipped toes wiggling excitedly, he gave Squirrelpaw an expectant look, a goofy grin on his face as he gave her some room to speak. When he'd been younger, he had dominated conversations entirely, barely leaving a word in for whoever he spoke with. His mother had corrected that in him, letting him know that others might want to speak as well. And - gasp - he would have never been rude like that if mum had told him sooner! Look... look... If someone didn't let him have a word in? He would have a few words with that cat, mmhmmm. With his claws and teeth. So now? Now he made sure to pace himself. Especially around friendly friends like Squirrely here!

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@furrensic [Squirrelpaw]
| Sorry. Squirrelpaw has offered to feed him and talk to him. She has now been elevated to the rank of friend as far as Silver is concerned. :laughing: |

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| Silverlark |
18 Moons - ShadowClan Enforcer
Shadow Fiend - Inactive | Just a Scratch - Active | Beefed Up [Tier 3] - Inactive

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At the paw's nod, Silverlark's eyes shine, white dipped toes wiggling as he reaches over for the bird, carefully plucking each feather with expert care. These would be excellent toys for kits as well as nesting material. As much as the enforcer didn't eat birds on the regular - preferring the delicious taste of toads and frogs, yum yum - he always enjoyed making sure no parts of the creatures they ate went to waste. As much as his memories of his first mentor had been tainted with time after the previous enforcer had upped and left him, abandoned him like every tom he'd ever held in high regard seemed to do... he couldn't deny the wisdom in what he did manage to learn from Shadowfur. Sure, there was moss and sticks to build nests, but unless other materials were used to further reinforce those nests, you'd be going through moss and sticks faster than they could grow, and that would cause problems, yep. Besides, he liked building nests. His mum had always been happy to see him at work on them. Or rather... happier than when he was destroying them for extra parts or as awesome fighting practice. Snort.

Even as he worked, however, the chatty tom kept his eyes on Squirrelpaw as she spoke, rounded ears perked as he offered another giddy grin. He hadn't been worried about her training, truth be told. Why would he be? Whisk was awesome. She wasn't like Shadowfur and Shadefrost. Those two had been useless mentors, but the stocky warrior had learned in time that he had just been unlucky. That most mentors were actually really really good! Obviously, Mistlewhisker would be among those. And here, what was this? Was Squirrely asking for details on the fight? Well, if it was up to the silver throated enforcer to regale this paw with tales of amazing exploits done by his friend, who was he to deny her? Heh heh.

"Oh yeah yeah. Gave the fox the ol' one two, yep yep. Don't think she was too used to it at the time. Not like, super trained to fight foxes, ya dig? Took way more hits than I would have imagined, but she gots it done, and yous know what? Gotten loads better too, mmmhmm. Goes all KER-POW on enemies now. Don't even know what hit em when she's done with 'em. That's why I wanna fight with her, ya dig? Wes gots to stay sharp. Challenge ourselves, yeah? I took a beating with them minks. Got outnumbered, yeah? Took down three of 'em, the others ran away before I could kill anymore... but I still went down. So! So. I want to go up against good, strong opponents, yeah? Keep my technique smooth so I can help out more in fights," Silverlark chattered away as he clipped away at the feathers, taking a pause as he tried to rid the tail of a particularly stubborn one without damaging it, noting how pretty and long it was compared to the others as Squirrely asked about his condition.

Finally the feather relented as the gray tom wrinkled his nose, tongue stuck out as the feather clung stubbornly to it. Annoyed by the fickle thing, the enforcer batted at his face multiple times, spitting as he did so, slowly slobbering the plume he'd been so hell bent on removing as intact as possible. It wasn't until he had saved his mouth from the fuzzy article that he crossed his eyes, as if making sure it wasn't hiding on his nose before he offered the apprentice another grin, this time mightily pleased at no longer having a feather to contend with. Plus! Bright side! He could now refocus on Squirrely, seeing as how the bird had been plucked away. Victory!

"Mosster? Eh... Eh... Not sure, not sure. Not until after the raid, nope. It seems I keep accidentally reopening my wound. Yep. 'parently I'm just not careful 'nough, ya dig? I don't really go feeling any pain until it starts burning a little every now and then, and then I have to like... be paying attention to it. Or it's already bleeding again," he meowed, a booming laugh escaping him once more.

"Hope it's soon though, ya know?" Silverlark continued, his gaze softening slightly as he spoke. "Gots to keep training my apprentice, Flashies. She's a good paw, yeah? Real smart smart. Much smarterer than me, mmmhmmm. I'm sure she can manage just fine without me, but I'm her mentor, yeah? That means I need to be there for her, not resting in some nest just cus I might bleed out or something silly like that, ya dig?"

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@furrensic [Squirrelpaw]