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Originally Posted by Daragca

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Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Enforcer | 48 moons
Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2
The Dancing Bird

Owlthroat tried to stifle a laugh towards Newtbelly’s awkwardness, of course it didn’t interest him. He couldn’t imagine him getting paired off or going head over heels. It seemed unfitting. ”I wouldn’t worry, surely some cat won’t be able to resist your charm.” He paired his taunting words again with rough shoulder bump as Newtbelly had continued his search within the undergrowth for more fleshy victims.

”Mind you, even if you find some cat I’d suggest you hold off on the kits. They send you grey with their antics. Talonpaw showed up late for a patrol last moon.” His last words were a grump, the disappointment bitter on his tongue. He held them all to a high standard. They were extensions of himself of course, perhaps it wasn’t the most healthy way to look at it. But he couldn’t help himself. He loved them tenderly, to the death. ”But Yarrowpaw is doing well with her training, she has a strong knack for fighting like me, Mimicpaw… well he’s a pain. He doesn’t seem motivated to lift a claw.” Again his words turning sour.

”Is it wrong to have favourites?” The enforcer darkly joked with a flicker of his thick tail. Either he couldn’t be bothered or he’d had enough for one day but he found a nice mossy spot under a thick bramble to rest his haunches. Gathering first his three catches and dragging them out of the ever present drizzle. Beckoning for Newtbelly to sit aside.

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Newtbelly
he/him | Agatha Kitty, Shadow Fiend, Killer Aptitude T1 | 23 moons
ShadowClan Enforcer

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The tortoiseshell responded to Owlthorat's gruff taunt with a grumble, neither convinced or enthusiastic. Romance had never made a lick of sense to him. He did wonder whether it was a bias, a result of the things he'd seen, cats turned soft - but, Owlthroat had mate, and remained the same as ever. So perhaps he simply had a distaste for such relations, inherently. He shrugged it off, far more interested in the flicker of brow hopping along, a couple foxlengths away.

The tom crouched low, tail standing tall behind him. It'd appeared from behind a tree, porbably startled by his recent... Stumble. 3, 2... Leap! These toads sure were easy to kill. Thanks for being great cat food, you weird lump of a creature. Then, Owlthroat mentioned kits - hah! Apprentices were enough for him, thank you. Excluding Talonpaw and Venompaw, he'd somehow found himself building a battalion of orphans. Lucky enough, all of them a pleasure to deal with. Perhaps, if a kit were an exact copy of him, they might be easy enough to deal with, but of course they'd also be a whirlwind of unecassary emotion. One Newtbelly was enough, thank you.


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Owlthroat's pawns though - Talonpaw. Hahah. Hah. His apprentice. "Talonpaw's getting on exceedinly well with her hunting, at least." There's been a gap in her training, whilst she dealt with the punishment for her lateness, but it didn't seem to knock her much. She was confident as usual - maybe a little more focused, but he figured that was the result of a training session without Venompaw. He still couldn't tell if they were getting along or not, but they certainly distracted each other. Two big personalities, he supposed. Newtbelly yawned, as he gathered his catches together. Three toads were enough for him.

He'd yet to meet the remaining two 'paws, but surely he would eventually. The following comment made him laugh. It was hard too tell just how much of a joke it was, but, if there were any truth to it, he couldn't blame the tom. If Newtbelly were to have kits, he'd almost certainly have a favourite. Though, he reckoned he'd make a rather terrible father. "Who's to say." He chuckled, dragging his toads under the bramble. "At least with apprentices, you can send them away when you're sick of 'em. I can't imagine the same thing goes for kits." He settled down, sitting beside Owlthroat.