[Daragca]

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

Eveningpaw was rather chipper, bubbling and overflowing with what seemed to be excitement. At least this way they’d apply themselves to the task at hand. He came to a halt once he reached the shaded hollow, branches and tendrils eerily overlapped. It was a somewhat sacred place of his, not many others came here. Despite it being close to camp it proved somewhat awkward to reach through the thickets, but if you knew the right way through them it was simple. Not even a snag in his fur as he curled into the shaded hollow.

”You won’t get better battle tuition than me”, Owlthroat boasted. A soft grin beginning to creep onto his face, ”Today I’ll teach you the basics, if you’re good enough you can have more lessons with me.” Wasn’t like he was about to waste more time on someone who was a drag to learn, he’d had enough of that for one moon.

”How’s that?” His yellow eyes slitted daringly, willing Eveningpaw to question him. Dare defy him or make some stupid retort. He was most certainly testing the waters.

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