Where talons meet trees [P]

[Daragca]

Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Warrior | 39 moons
Beefed Up T1
The Dancing Bird

She had done as she was told and submerged herself into the slick green water. Then it all went to the dogs, he watched her thrash. Submerge then re-emerge, shouting intelligible nonsense about how she could do this. Tippling back and forth, paws splayed. Dear Starclan this was pitiful, she had already managed to push herself out far further than he had anticipated. Before finally pleading for him to help her out. A twisted sadistic thought crossed his mind, he could leave her there. It could be a simple accident and no one would be any the wiser, but how would that reflect on him huh? Apprentice dying on his watch, he’d never be trusted again.

An exasperated sigh escaped his maw, there was no way he was getting in. He surveyed his surroundings and caught sight of a long fallen branch, he wasn’t sure if it would reach her. Owlthroat clenched it hard between his teeth and extended it across the lengths of murky water. Pausing again as he heard her coughing spurts of water, then he turned. ”Grab it, now.” Gruff meow aching with disappointment, he didn’t even feel that angry any more. Embarrassed was more the right word, it was simply pitiful he had to be burdened with this.

Pain twinged in the corners of his eyes, the way she thrashed made him want to be sick. He didn’t care about her but the movements themselves reminded him of how his sister had looked. She needed, desperately, to take hold of the branch.

[​​ @Myling ]
[ No worries! Never any rush c: ]

[Myling]

〚~Willow'Paw~〛
| 10 Moons | ShadowClan Apprentice | Female, She/Her | Purrks:
Kitty Soft Paws, Heightened Perception [smell]
[a small, fluffy tortoiseshell she-cat with pale green eyes and an atrociously fluffy tail, a small tick in her right ear, and a scar on her cheek]

Titanic music started playing......


DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN, DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN, DUN DUN DUN, DUN DUN DUUUN DUN


This was it, she was going to perish out in sea

Everything was going to be over

She couldn't even make this into an instagram reel

Sob

That branch was laughing at her

Why was the branch still laughing at her?

wait


The branch was laughing at her?


Wait, the branch was HELPING her?

Or rather, it was Owlthroat using the branch to help her. Empathy? Owlthroat? She never knew those two words could exist in the same universe.

Willowpaw nodded, then almost overbalanced into the water because she dipped her head like two millimeters. She floundered (rather unmajestically) until she could safely take hold of the branch. Instead of taking hold with her paws like a normal individual, she grabbed it with her maw, teeth digging into the wood. Willowpaw realized this was a bad idea. She couldn't have a good grip and sob she was going to die out in the ocean AGAAAIN But if she changed to her paws and maw, then she'd look unsure of herself. She didn't want Owlthroat to think that! No no no no no absolutely not. Did she look unsure of herself? Well, probably. But also, she most likely looked weird and goofy and monke-like. But she wasn't weird and goofy and monke-like! How did she show Owlthroat she wasn't weird and goofy even though she had her lungs full of water?

hmmm


*intense thonk*


*thonkerino*

*titanic music fades in again*

*think*

*train of thought*


*silence*


*light bulb*


GREAT IDEA WILLOWPAW LETS DO IT.


She herself thought it was a decent idea, so with most of her agreeing, she put on the Dreamworks face.

....

Oh you don't know what that is?





At the moment, she was feeling metroman with a dash of bee-man, and a side of shark-tale fishy, so she melded them into her expression cooly. She probably looked heroic! And Owlthroat probably thought she was COOL! But she needed to know if she looked stupid or not. 'But how do i do that, i hear you ask?' Ask! No don't ask again! She meant SHE should ask. But Willowpaw needed to be subtle, the effect would be busted if she directly questioned Owlthroat. "A-A mighty f-fine day for f-fighting e-ev-evil, e-eh?" Willowpaw said cooly in a deep tone. If Owlthroat agreed, then she was probably cool! COOL! WILLOWPAW COULD BE COOL! Wouldn't that be amazing?

'Coolness, here i come.' She thought epicly while trying not to inhale another lungful of H2O (cooly-)

[ @Daragca - Owlthroat! ]
[ uber sorry for da late post /silly ]

[Daragca]

Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Warrior | 39 moons
Beefed Up T1 - Just A Scratch
The Dancing Bird

Frustration graced Owlthroat’s face as Willowpaw scrabbled for the branch. Something about fighting evil, this was bonkers, he didn't even know how to react to the half drowned young cat. His jaw just hung agape in shock.

”Just use your paws, SWIM for Starclan’s sake!” Owlthroat bellowed getting fed up. He clearly must have been evil himself in a past life to deserve this nonsense. ”Grab this branch or SWIM”, words burning his throat like a nasty lump of crowfood.

When she came out of this water she would get it, he’d had wholly enough. Perhaps smacking some sense into her would finally work, a useless apprentice that clearly had a poor future within the clan. If in the clan at all, that was. Never could he guess the swarm of bees which seemed to infect her brain, never would he try to.

[​​ @Myling ]
[ I honestly don’t think I’ve ever laughed harder at a post c: ]

[Myling]

〚~Willow'Paw~〛
| 10 Moons | ShadowClan Apprentice | Female, She/Her | Purrks:
Kitty Soft Paws, Heightened Perception [smell]
[a small, fluffy tortoiseshell she-cat with pale green eyes and an atrociously fluffy tail, a small tick in her right ear, and a scar on her cheek]

[cw: vomiting]


Did Owlthroat think she was cool?


Yeah definitely.


And he wanted her to.....Swim? But she didn't know how to swim! Though...... she knew someone who could swim. Fishies! "Y-Yeah! I'm go-gonna swim so good, th-that you'd t-think i was a-a fish!" She said smugly. Willowpaw was ready. Swim or get more water in your lungs. She knew which one she was choosing. Both- Swim! Willowpaw flipped onto her side, still having the very epik and kewl dreamworks face on, and said "flop flop flop, bubble bubble" in the voice of a very specific overweight, dimwitted pink starfish with green shorts with a sponge friend. Feel one with the water..... feel the flop flop of the waves in your veins...... take a deep breath- ok maybe thats not the best idea..... immerse yourself with the calm breathing of the H2O...... i want macdonalds.... do you think theres a macdonalds nearby? Whispered the meditation guide into Willowfish's ear. An idea popped into her head. Owlthroat was probably really tired and stressed! That was why he was so grumpy! So, replicating the voice the guide had told her instructions in, she said: "OoWwlThHoAt....... take your i-inner soul a-and become a f-f-fish like W-Willowfish..... I-I'm Willowfish.. b-by the way...... feel the riveting heartbeat of the pond r-reverbe-rev -ver -ver -rev -reverin- reberverating in your h-heart....." She said, her voice turning from Partick Star goofy to calm..... "Feel the stress of your everyday m-melt away w-with the ti-tides.... take a-a deep breath.... a-and see w-what your im-imagination c-can do.... listen to your h-heart, Owlfish..... w e a r e f i s h" Now that she was done with her inspirational speech, she could focus on not drowning. She took a better hold of the branch, even though it was quite hard with her having to focus on keeping the epik expression on her face and doing to on her side. Once she'd gotten a good grip, Willowpaw started to climb along the branch, ignoring that she felt oh so close to throwing up (its a surprise tool that will help us later!).

Eventually, she hit land. Oh my oh my! She needed to celebrate! What better way than screaming "LAAAAANND AHOY!" to the fores- oh wait she just did that. Wait that wasn't cool! She needed Owlthroat to think she was cool! "Uhm, O-Owlthroat the greatest, m-may you forgive Willowfish (uh, th-thats me.. b-by the way) for all her wrong-doings during this entertaining lesson, with your new given personality u-uncovered from the anxiety of your day, may y-you r-return to y-your tasks w-with an ev-evermore smile o-on your face." She said, bowing.

Yeah she was really good at learning :coolface:

Oh yeah you remember that surprise tool?

Well, Mickey Mouse didn't like how Willowpaw was trying to be Patrick Star, so he threw the surprise tool right at her throat.


And she then vomited right on the beach.


Guess what kids? You SHOULDN'T inhale water into your lungs!

What a surprise!



[ @Daragca - Owlthroat! ]
[ Whewf! Super sorry for how long replies are taking TwT Also tahnk u, your posts are great too!! :3 ]

[Daragca]

Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Warrior | 39 moons
Beefed Up T1 - Just A Scratch
The Dancing Bird

The pantomime continued, it honestly was difficult for Owlthroat to follow. He wanted to believe that Willowpaw truly was trying her best, as always nonsense flourished from her maw. Some sort of a story? Maybe an attempt at a song?

Eventually after what felt like an age, she managed to make it to land. Relief swelled up within him knowing that it meant he wouldn’t have to make any waterborne rescues today, something more about forgiveness and smiling. Owlthroat certainly didn’t envision a single peek of a smile on his face today, it had been long and tedious. Perhaps he’d avoid her as much as possible from here on out and let other warriors who could handle her better do his duty for him whilst he took the credit on the sly. After all, today he was done for.

Then a sour putrid stench hit his nose as vomit sprayed onto both the beach and his toes. Not his toes, no, no. Owlthroat staggered back repulsed, flecks of green and yellow adoring his now not so white paws. He almost retched himself before beelining for the murky water to rinse them. Not that he’d submerge himself, but his phobia of the dark liquid was quickly overridden by the fact he needed to wade away the gunk. He rinsed each of his paws before returning to the land in a hurry.

He thought about anger, but all he could muster was a lack of anything. He’d been beaten, Willowpaw the great. Maybe she was right in her mumbled thoughts.

”Well done. You can now swim.” Owlthroat’s voice a defeated, monotone drawl.

[​​ @Myling ]
[ Don’t ever worry, life happens lovely! c: ]

[Myling]

〚~Willow'Paw~〛
| 10 Moons | ShadowClan Apprentice | Female, She/Her | Purrks:
Kitty Soft Paws, Heightened Perception [smell]
[a small, fluffy tortoiseshell she-cat with pale green eyes and an atrociously fluffy tail, a small tick in her right ear, and a scar on her cheek]

[mentions of vomit]



Her throat stung horribly, like is someone had painted it a fashionable and stylish orange color, but then seen that it wasn't fashionable OR stylish and scraped the paint away in a tantrum, accidentally scraping away too much paint in some parts aka most parts and thus turning her throat a monotone color and searing it.

.......

Ok maybe that was the best example.


Willowpaw wheezed, blinking away the water that was building up in her eyes. 'Oh god. i hope Owlthroat doesn't, ahem, 'show me what real wounds look like'... But maybe i could beat him?? eeeeeeEEHhHHHHH?? Nope. We're hopeless o7 goodbye salute was fun knowing you but not Willowpaw Willowpaw kinda sucks.' She thought hazily. Only as she shook her head to clear it, and finally was able to b r e a t h e p r o p e r l y was she able to see the horror. prepare for the horrors, this night'll keep repeating over and over- the fnaf song was drowned out by her being so, so underly prepared for the horror.


SHE'D RUINED OWLTHROAT'S TOE BEANS


nononononononononononononononononononononono.


Her mind exploded figuratively, but not in a good way. All thoughts of possible things that could go wrong were fighting for space in her head, cramming for a chance to shine through to her little consciousness before ultimately disappearing back into the ocean of "WEEELCOME BACK to another episode of 'Willowpaw iz Screwed!' I'm your host, brain and this is out vict- uh..... guest, Willowpaw!". What if Owlthroat's toe beans never recovered? What if Owlthroat took revenge on HER toe beans??? WHAT IF OWLTHROAT WENT ON A QUEST TO MURDER ALL THE TOE BEANS IN THE WORLD?????????? The Toe Bean apocalypse..... she could practically hear it. Smell it see it hear it more and feel it taste it (??). Willowpaw grimaced. If that were to happen, then she needed to get someone to save the day epicly since Willowpaw seems rather unable to save the day epicly. But who? WHO? Who would prevent The Toebean-pocalypse? She was quickly startled out of her intense battle planning by Owlthroat complimenting her. Surely if he was going to start a Toe Bean apocalypse, he wouldn't compliment her of all things.... "Uh.... Y-Yeah! I-I can!" She piped up. Alwayz remain positiv. Unless you smell your mentor lying to you of course. After two seconds of basking in the praise, she caught it. A whiff of lie.

Willowpaw glanced around. Someone was lying in the area?

The scent was coming from Owlthroat.

He was being sarcastic.


Live Willowpaw reaction:


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Honestly she shouldn't have expected so much. But it still hurt; her mentor wasn't proud of her, she'd even go as to say Owlthroat was displeased with her. Didn't every mentor stay positive? Like she did two seconds ago? Willowpaw felt.... disappointed. 'okokokokokokok i know he's meant to be disappointed in me, but to be fair: he was mean even BEFORE i arrived, he wasn't very kind about my little story, he called me INSANE (ok maybe that was reasonable.... but AGGRESSIVE AHSDBLJASDJFLA), threatened to not save me, mentors are meant to, you know, NOT threaten they're apprentices if i remember correctly, and.... saved me.... and didn't scream at me or anything but was reasonably annoyed but kept his voice down instead..... didn't hurt me... uhh yet i think still kinda unsure about that one.... and taught me how to swim...' Willowpaw blinked. Ok maybe Owlthroat wasn't that much of a bad guy.

But still....


You never know when or how they might strike, whether its a bite to your neck or your toebeans...


"also i sincerely and deeply apologize for hurting your toe beans, i know they aren't a force to be reckoned with... please do not start a toe bean apocalypse "


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[Daragca]

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

Owlthroat’s black lips curled up at Willowpaw’s squaking, utterly and entirely done. Taking a minute to catch his breath, turn it from ragged back to something steady.

”Never in my time have I ever had an apprentice quite as pathetic as you.” Gruffly he meowed, threats lacing his voice. ”Do Shadowclan a favour go get lost and don’t return, don’t expect any further training from me.” Owlthroat finalised his words.

The rest of the clan could deal with this snivelling cat, he wouldn’t give her more of his precious advice. Perhaps next time he saw her he could direct her to an angry nest of hornets and have her thoroughly taken care of. He didn’t care if she went to see the medicine cat or not after all the water she’d swallowed and Owlthroat didn’t suggest it. Sadistically hoping the water had already filtered into her lungs and would take her out in her sleep.

He wasn’t quite done, she deserved an embarrassing mark of cowardice. Something to remember her substandard performance and how it had enraged him. He brought himself up, puffing out his chest and tail. Something that would hurt.

Unsheathing his claws again and bringing a giant paw down, if his blow connected it would slice straight down her tender nose.

[​​ @Myling ]