˖ ࣪⭑ Grackle'Kit ˖ ࣪⭑
He/Him | 3 Moons | Windclan
Small black tom with oversized ear
“Why walk quiet when you can run loud?”
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Grackle’kit perked up, chest puffed with pride at the mention of his totally original Grackle-kick. But as Myrtlespeckle explained why it wouldn’t exactly win him any prey, his ears drooped just a tiny bit, flicking with sheepishness.
“Aww… no Grackle-kick in hunting?” he mumbled, half to himself, tail giving a dramatic little flop. “It felt so cool, though…” Then, with barely a heartbeat’s pause, he sprang back up, energy back in full force. “But okay! Okay! I’ll save it for battle! When I’m a big strong apprentice and I’m fighting off, like, five badgers at once, then I’ll use it! Or… maybe four. Or maybe… one. Small badger.”
He dropped back into a crouch with the seriousness of a warrior-in-the-making, tongue sticking out the corner of his mouth as he tried to remember every word Myrtlespeckle said. “Tail even… paws steady… prey in front of me, not behind me… got it!” He peeked up with big, eager eyes. “Like this?” he asked, crouch just slightly too low and tail tip still twitching with excitement.
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