— STAGHEART —
very large, muscular, & scarred light brown tabby tom with stark blue eyes and a torn ear; killer aptitude t3 | just a scratch | dreamwalker
[ riverclan warrior | tomcat | 58 moons | gruff & battle-hardened, heart o’ gold; loyal to a fault ]
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Stagheart had been dozing in the clearing in a patch of sunlight. The return of warmth from newleaf was a welcome change, and he was happy to rest it in after a long leaf-bare. That is until a sudden shadow was looming over him, and his supply of sunlight was interrupted by the shape of a feline.
Blinking his eyes open, the senior warrior saw that Midnightpaw was in front of him. He'd recognized the young cat's scent, after all, and recalled running a patrol with him. That's right... managing a nod and a grunt of greeting (not the most graceful of greetings, but not an unfriendly one either), Stagheart sized up the 'paw before him; it wasn't often that apprentices came to him for much other than training, which he was happy to oblige, so that was his best guess for this surprise visit. With Daisypaw's training being less demanding than normal apprenticeship, he had a bit more time to give the younger generation and moons of experience to draw from.
"Heya... Midnightpaw, right?" The large tabby shifted on the ground, peering down at him as he spoke in his drawl. "You look like ya need somethin'."