[Daragca]

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

Owlthroat’s ear flickered idly, still smiling Eveningpaw. Nervous energy seeped from the youngster, the way they paused, the awkward smile. It almost made the tom chuckle, his reputation preceded him, that was a good sign of course. But of course the temptation of a good sparring session always tempted him, perhaps one of the few things he remained truly passionate about.

The inky splotches shifted as he rose from his position, ”Battle is fine with me, do you know anything yet?” It was a genuine query, Owlthroat wanted to know what standard he was working with. But as always it came out quite discordant, like some sort of insult that spilled from his maw without a second thought. Who knew he was so tactless?

He found himself shaking the remainder of the dust out from his pelt, idly grooming a paw as he awaited Eveningpaw’s response.

[​​ @Starphobia ]