[Daragca]

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Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Enforcer | 47 moons
Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2
The Dancing Bird

Owlthroat had made his way to the healer’s den with his head held high. He held no concerns for the newly demoted Mudslide, in fact a part of him felt good that Rookfire had climbed back up the ranks. His personal prejudice against the clan-hopper now squashed, a bloody fight doing enough to put away his judgemental tendencies. Respect for the black and white tom at an alltime high.

He could feel the pain now, the adrenaline wearing off. Ebbing through his body, what a beautiful feeling. All of the ache and to come out of it with his rank held high in the end.

”I trust you’re expecting me.” He chuckled towards the healer as he once again dipped his head into the den. Not bothering to wait for her permission again. He had too much going on right now to worry about her unsettling gaze, he’d heal up and be done with it.

Why be scared of a medicine cat when he’d just fought a devil?

[ @Estelle @alec ]