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Originally Posted by Daragca

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Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Warrior | 42 moons
Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2
The Dancing Bird

Owlthroat rumbled with amusement at Newtbelly’s disgruntled face. ”You’re a bundle of sunshine Newtface”, the tom took a minute to rasp his tongue through his thick fur. It looked unruly, a stark contrast to his usual meticulous grooming. Appearances always remained important, no matter the circumstance. The past few days had been fast paced, it had become somewhat of a chore balancing fatherhood and his duties. But of course that would all change soon.

Stepping into the role of being a father was jumbled, the worry ebbing at his mind. What if they were to go missing, what if his children were to be hurt. Or the worst of all perhaps, what if they became a failure, sorry excuses for warriors. That meant no legacy to leave behind at all. Would he have the time to focus on them? Tuftedtusk seemed to manage, his ever perfect mate. Owlthroat held nothing but undying adoration for him, but sometimes that stung. Always the troubled one, he remained twisted in his ways though he had softened around the edges.

With the offer of becoming an enforcer, he’d taken a firm stance of yes. Prideful, if he was to fail in his role it would destroy him. Both physically and mentally, so he’d do what he did best. Push his success cold heartedly, that meant Newtbelly must also succeed. As a product of his own makings, or so he viewed him. The tom spoke in a hushed tone when he finally opened his mouth, quiet enough so those surrounding him wouldn’t quite catch onto what he was saying and his meaning.

”You think you’ll do a good job?” Owlthroat hoped Newtbelly was at the very least clever enough to catch onto what he was saying. Probably his biggest success, but the cat had become a prodigy. Put in the hard work and this is where it had gotten him.

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Newtbelly
he/him | Agatha Kitty, Shadow Fiend | 19 moons
header: @/daragca

"Mmmm." Sleepy eyes blinked as his face scrunched, still adjusting to the morning. What had possesed the tom to wake him? It wasn't as though this happened often.
Think you'll do a good job?
A good job? Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. It made sense now, as he recalled their conversation with Hawkbite. The two of them were finally enforcers, together. Though the responsiblity did send fear through his bones. He'd expected such an opportunity to arise in 20 moons, maybe. Not right now. Still, he wouldn't allow himself to do a bad job. No matter what got in his way. He'd either excel, or die trying. Those were his options. "I wouldn't let myself dissapoint you, old man." He murmured, flicking the tom with his tail. It was obvious to him that his ex-mentor had been waiting patiently for this day. He had no doubt the more seasoned wariror would suceed.

One problem plauged his mind though. Foggymask had bested Shrewstep in battle, so that would mean working alongside him, no? He couldn't imagine anything worse. Not that he'd met the cat before, but the utter disrespect he'd displayed to the previous enforcer disgusted him. Not that he'd ever critisice him out loud. What Dawnstar says goes. He just had to hope she saw him as unfit for the role. Otherwise, he was sure the two of them would have a problem on their paws.

"You got any plans?" What were they meant to do as enforcers, anyway? Maybe Owlthroat had a few ideas on his mind.