[Daragca]

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Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Enforcer | 44 moons
Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2
The Dancing Bird

Owlthroat glanced over, noticing his brother's approach. The large tom dipped his head in acknowledgement, flickering his bushy tail in greeting. He flashed a grin as Flytail gave his son a boosting compliment, Owlthroat leaned down to Mimicpaw. ”Even uncle Flytail thinks you’ll do a good job, kid.” Owlthroat let a sly wink slip, nudging his son ever so gently. Or inflating his ego even more, oh heck what was the difference. Owlthroat certainly didn’t care.

But he felt his eyes rolling as Flytail continued with his lament, ”The clearings covered in ice, I doubt it's intentional.” Owlthroat snapped, feeling partly compelled to defend his new apprentice. But more so compelled to defend his own actions, his apprentices were in fact an extension of himself. ”You think I’d let ‘em get away with it if it became a habit?” His voice spat, to anyone else it would seem filled with venom. But to his brother, it was nothing more than a typical spat. Back and forth in the cycle of love, hate and sibling bickers. Owlthroat chose intentionally to gloss over his kinder words, hoping that Flytail would just take the hint and back down. Or that perhaps Pantherpaw would show up with perfect comedic timing.

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