An Owl's Evening Flight {P}

[Starphobia]

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Eveningpaw
Chimera and tortoiseshell with golden and blue heterochromia
They/Them | 6 Moons | ShadowClan Apprentice | Perfectionist
[3/100]
. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.

. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.
Eveningpaw padded out of the Apprentices' Den, thrilled to continue their training. Was their mentor busy? Perhaps they could poke a warrior for some training help? That wouldn't hurt, wouldn't it?

Eveningpaw spotted just the cat. A black-and-white furred tom, he looked... Experienced enough. He was a warrior, after all. Wearing a warm smile, Eveningpaw padded up to the warrior, their tail held high.

"Hello," they greeted him. "I'm Eveningpaw! I was wondering if you could help me with some... Extra training? I want to get all the training I can get as of now, I just, uhm, thought this was a great opportunity!" They smiled again, trying not to cower from the warrior's rather intimidating exterior.

{ @Daragca }
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[Daragca]

Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Warrior | 40 moons
Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2
The Dancing Bird

It seemed like more and more often these days petulant apprentices were approaching him for training. A victim of his own success, he couldn’t say no to them. Why that would make him look awfully bad, instead he’d grit his teeth and bear it. It almost didn’t come as a surprise the oddly coloured youngster approaching, a sigh graced his lips.

”Owlthroat.” The tom mumbled a gruff introduction. ”What training? Never the one to beat around the bush, he certainly didn’t have much patience for that and his maw soon folded into a grimace. Enthusiasm was great, but Eveningpaw seemed entirely too cheery. Their pelt hurt his eyeballs, it looked like they’d been split in two. A discordant jumble of blue and gold hues.

If the apprentice was to prove their worth however, that might become a different story. Owlthroat had certainly enjoyed training Magpiepaw as of late, the young molly had an undeniable spunk about her. Alongside this it had been quite easy convincing her to be just as manic about the art of battle as he was. He pessimistically wondered how many moons it would take Eveningpaw to lose the spring in her step.

[​​ @Starphobia ]

[Starphobia]

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Eveningpaw
Chimera and tortoiseshell with golden and blue heterochromia
They/Them | 6 Moons | ShadowClan Apprentice | Perfectionist
[4/100]
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Eveningpaw's ears dropped slightly from the harsh tone of the warrior. They quickly searched their mind for something they could say to the warrior that wouldn't annoy him.

"Uh," Eveningpaw paused, forcing themselves themselves to smile again, though they were sure their nervousness showed. "You know, uh, hunting, battle, anything?" StarClan, they hoped this wasn't that horrible of a first impression.

{ @Daragca }
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