Cherrywood • She / Her • Shadowclan warrior • 20+ moons
The large calico padded in a bit behind Worm, she also dropped her prey and made her way to the grimpeak. She padded weaved through the gathered cats and sat, looking up at Dawnstar.
Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Warrior | 42 moons Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2 The Dancing Bird
Owlthroat gave a nod to Doeflame, ”kittens running rampant, but it’s nice being a father.” He chuckled heftily, Owlthroat didn’t seem to find the time to be grumpy all that often anymore. His children the light of his world.
Tuftedtusk, he wrapped his tail around his giving him a gentle nudge. ”Speaking of the devil”, the tom smirked. Felt like a family reunion.