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Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Enforcer | 44 moons
Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2
The Dancing Bird

Owlthroat had left the clan meeting with a fury on his face like no other, he was well and truly humiliated. His nose scrunched up all sour and sorts. He’d stuck his neck out for that bee-brained cat, stuck out his own reputation and been humiliated in front of the entire clan by Willowpaw’s absence. She was lucky Dawnstar hadn’t thrown her out of the clan then and there, but she wasn’t lucky to be facing Owlthroat. Not in his state of blind anger.

Why had she missed it, after all the convincing he did. After working so hard to keep her in the clan, it had been spat back into his face. But his dear ego was the most important thing in the world to him and it had been well and truly played with. His footsteps were like thunder against the cool earth, his yellow eyes slitted and on a constant swivel. She had to be around here somewhere, part of him hoped she had a good excuse. A real excuse like a broken bone or death, but Owlthroat knew deep down it would be the same excuse as usual. It would be absentmindedness. First he peeked through the crowd, making sure she hadn’t gotten nervous and forgot to step up at Dawnstar’s call. But it was clear she wasn’t there.

Next was the dens, not in the healer’s den. He expected as much but had to settle his mind first, the warrior’s den next. Then finally the apprentice’s den, his eyes adjusting to the shadows gradually. The tom’s sense of smell was numb with blind fury, he didn’t know whether he’d find her here or somewhere else. But his fur was twice its usual size, a cruelness twinkling in his eyes.

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Willowpaw

Willowpaw loomed over her nest, yawning. She'd never been good at battling..... well, then yet again that could go for literally anything she did. The apprentice was nearly completely drained from it. She was about to collapse in her nest, when Mr. McGrumpy suddenly started scouting the apprentice's den. Well, since he was mad, she kind of assumed that he was mad at her. "......eh?" She called, confused. Willowpaw frowned her brows, but quickly switched that up to a glower. Maybe fighting fire with a bit less fiery fire would work. Maybe.

"Uhm..... you-you w-want something?" Willowpaw asked, trying to not show her fear. Owlthroat looked particularly angry today, but maybe his resting face had just gotten more livid since the last time she'd seen him.

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Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Enforcer | 44 moons
Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2
The Dancing Bird

You want something? Owlthroat’s head might as well have just burst then and there, she had no clue. No clue she’d just missed her first opportunity at a real life and no clue she was about to get his unbridled rage. He should’ve told Dawnstar to cast her out when she asked, it was a severe mistake. One that needed swiftly rectifying.

Owlthroat ignored her words instead flying forward in a fit. Attempting to clobber heavily at her ears and face to get her up from her nest, not stopping to see if any of his blows had even landed.

”GET….OUTSIDE…..NOW…..YOU…. STUPID….GOOD FOR NOTHING…..IDIOT.” He was breathless from his shouting, deep voice painfully strained. Full of spit that seemed to fly and bubble at the corners of his mouth. He wanted to claw Willowpaw’s eyes out but just about held himself back, he couldn’t do that infront of the clan. But he would be punishing her, unashamedly so. Owlthroat would give her a lesson she wouldn’t forget in a hurry.

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Willowpaw

Well, apparently he was mad at her. ".......So a-are y-you just g-going to b-be st-staing the-there o-" She was cut off. Her eyes widened as a claw cut deep into her nose bridge, and another swipe followed. "h-hEY!!" Willowpaw cried indignantly, wincing at the pain. What WAS it with Owlthroat and swiping muzzles?? She clutched the spot where blood was starting to pool from two scratch marks, noticing in annoyance that she wouldnt be able to clean the wound without somebody else's help. Willowpaw leaped away from her former mentor, glaring at Owlthroat, genuinely mad for the first time in what might be moons.


"A-alright." Willowpaw hissed. She quickly bounded outside, wistfully hoping that maybe he'd choose someone else from within the den to pick on. But of course, chances were that'd never happen. She nearly slipped on ice, having completely forgotten it was there. Willowpaw didnt let herself take time to recover. The apprentice gingerly stepped from snow patch to snow patch, and stopped somewhere where basically everyone in the clearing would be able to see them. Hopefully that'd spare her muzzle from anymore attacks.

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