ShadowClan Warriors' Den

[Daragca]

Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Warrior | 40 moons
Beefed Up T2 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue
The Dancing Bird

Owlthroat was impressed by the little pipsqueaks attempt to bat at him. Before proclaiming that one day he’d tell just as good of a story. It was almost commendable coming from such a youngster. Owlthroat had initially thought and hoped it would send him back into his shell of shyness.

As Palekit settled into the dappled sunlight next to him a soft reserved smile crossed blackened lips. He tentatively let his bushy tail curl around the kit and tuck him further beside him. An uncommon gesture for a bully like himself. But he saw the potential, this youngster would go far one day.

”If you ever want some serious training when you get bigger let me know, I’ll teach you the tactics to win and get that good story.” His voice lulling gently, not that he was ever a good role model. He’d poisoned many an apprentice and young cat over the years, but he’d taught them all to be tough. Building up their confidence, their swagger. Giving them chips on their shoulders unfortunately like his own.

But they were never not bold.

[​​ @goodacacia ]
[ Owl will now obsess with bullying and making Pale indestructible in his own messed up way of caring heheh ]