[Daragca]

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Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Enforcer | 50 moons
Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2
The Dancing Bird

Upon being woken, Owlthroat drew out a loud yawn. Casting away the sleepiness, rising to stretch his muscles and shake out his pelt, freeing it from the dust of the night. He could never wrap his head around how the younger warriors had the permanent skip in their step, was he like that at one point? He couldn’t really decide, nowadays he much rather preferred a slower pace to life. But this once he could do without breakfast, he couldn’t be showing his age now could he.

Rookribs, a pleasant surprise.” He let out a grumble and his tail flickered. ”No, I’ll grab something later. Nothing like a spar on an empty stomach to wake you up.” It was part sarcastic, part true. He’d be better ready for the day after. Once he’d fully risen, he’d wait for Rookfire to trail the way forth and follow. He wondered if he had any training spots he particularly preferred. Owlthroat liked his own secluded hollow in territory, a pain to get to. But well worth the trek, mossy floor and sunlight often casting through the canopy in bold dapples. It was more than worth any effort exuded to reach it.

[ @alec ]
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