Flytail
43 Moons
He/Him
Purks-Shadow fiend
Flytail approached his brother with a measured step, his blue eyes gleaming with quiet pride. The sight of Owlthroat standing beside Mimicpaw stirred a sense of satisfaction within him, and for a moment, his stern expression softened. "Looks like you’ve got a good one, Owlthroat," Flytail said, his voice warm, though still carrying its usual authority. He glanced at Mimicpaw, then back to his brother, his tone filled with approval. "You’ve always had a way of pushing them to be their best. It’s good to see that same drive in your son." His gaze softened, a rare flicker of genuine affection in his eyes as he continued, "I’m proud of you, brother. You’ve built something strong, and it shows in your family. They’ll be warriors to be reckoned with, just like you." But then, without missing a beat, his voice turned more serious as he looked around the clearing, his eyes narrowing at the empty spot where Pantherpaw should have been.
"That said," Flytail added, his tone firm once more, "I’m not thrilled about Pantherpaw’s lateness. If you’re going to lead these young ones, you’ve got to hold them accountable—every time. Lateness isn’t just a mistake; it’s a habit, and habits are hard to break once they start." He glanced at his brother, his gaze sharp but understanding. "You don’t want to let them think they can get away with things like that. It’s about discipline, plain and simple." Flytail gave a brief nod to Owlthroat. "But I know you’ll handle it. You’ve always known when to be tough. Just don’t let them take advantage of your patience." His eyes softened again, this time with quiet reassurance. "You’re doing great, Owlthroat. Your family’s lucky to have you guiding them."
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