[Daragca]

Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Warrior | 40 moons
Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2
The Dancing Bird

It seemed like more and more often these days petulant apprentices were approaching him for training. A victim of his own success, he couldn’t say no to them. Why that would make him look awfully bad, instead he’d grit his teeth and bear it. It almost didn’t come as a surprise the oddly coloured youngster approaching, a sigh graced his lips.

”Owlthroat.” The tom mumbled a gruff introduction. ”What training? Never the one to beat around the bush, he certainly didn’t have much patience for that and his maw soon folded into a grimace. Enthusiasm was great, but Eveningpaw seemed entirely too cheery. Their pelt hurt his eyeballs, it looked like they’d been split in two. A discordant jumble of blue and gold hues.

If the apprentice was to prove their worth however, that might become a different story. Owlthroat had certainly enjoyed training Magpiepaw as of late, the young molly had an undeniable spunk about her. Alongside this it had been quite easy convincing her to be just as manic about the art of battle as he was. He pessimistically wondered how many moons it would take Eveningpaw to lose the spring in her step.

[​​ @Starphobia ]