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Summer Fling [p]
Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Warrior | 39 moons
Beefed Up T1 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue
The Dancing Bird
The large tom basked in the early morning light of the clearing, face sour as ever. Picking a fight on his mind, he stretched out. Yellow eyes flickering surveying for a victim.
Just about anyone would do.
His thoughts had been jumbled lately, something creeping within him that was mighty toxic. Owlthroat knew he had feelings for Tuftedtusk, but much better to push that down and keep on pretending they were just friends.
[ @Rowan ]
Last edited by Daragca; Today at 09:14 AM.
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