Shiverwing padded into the warriors den, his beautiful, crisp and long coat seeming to shine against the warm sunlight, the odd wing-like pattern on his shoulders a dark contrast to the brilliant diamond fur that coated the majority of his pelt. He yawned, fluffy tail flicking as he stretched near his nest, rolling his shoulders.
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Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Enforcer | 44 moons Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2 The Dancing Bird
Owlthroat let a grin peek at the corners of his lips at Newtbelly’s retort. Just about the only cat, bar Tuftedtusk who he’d let tease like that. In his eyes Newtbelly had earned that right, just as much as anyone could.
”It’s this cold”, Owlthroat murmured. ”Sleep isn’t the same in Leafbare, but I’ll make use of it and get something done.” A bare-faced lie, he’d likely spend the day lounging trying to gather some warmth in the nest. Then maybe later stroll out and attempt to hunt something. The fresh kill pile was looking sparse this time around.
”Anything planned? Owlthroat quizzed Newtbelly, his head tipping to one side. Yellow eyes slitted with curiosity. It’d been a while since the two caught up. He’d have to ask about his daughter, Talonpaw. Check how she was doing, if she was giving Newtbelly much grief. But he couldn’t imagine so, she was confident and capable. She’d be a warrior in no time.
Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Enforcer | 44 moons Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2 The Dancing Bird
Owlthroat let a grin peek at the corners of his lips at Newtbelly’s retort. Just about the only cat, bar Tuftedtusk who he’d let tease like that. In his eyes Newtbelly had earned that right, just as much as anyone could.
”It’s this cold”, Owlthroat murmured. ”Sleep isn’t the same in Leafbare, but I’ll make use of it and get something done.” A bare-faced lie, he’d likely spend the day lounging trying to gather some warmth in the nest. Then maybe later stroll out and attempt to hunt something. The fresh kill pile was looking sparse this time around.
”Anything planned? Owlthroat quizzed Newtbelly, his head tipping to one side. Yellow eyes slitted with curiosity. It’d been a while since the two caught up. He’d have to ask about his daughter, Talonpaw. Check how she was doing, if she was giving Newtbelly much grief. But he couldn’t imagine so, she was confident and capable. She’d be a warrior in no time.
He supposed the tom had never been fond of the cold. Though, he reckoned he looked awfully cosy in his nest. Never mind that -
"Probably training one of the three delights," he responded, letting out a small laugh. "I joke, but they are all good apprentices." His two newest apprentices - he hadn't been training them for long. As individuals, he could already see their potential. Bold, ambitious cats, even at their young age. However, they weren't the type you wanted to put together. His longest standing, Stempaw, was pretty inoffensive. He was doing very well, actually. He wondered if he would've had the same problem, if he'd trained him alongside Silentpaw? "Talonpaw and Venompaw seem to be making quick enemies of each other. Great individually, but they're butting heads." He yawned, "hopefully time'll sort that one out."
Say - Owlthroat and Tuftedtusk seemed close, maybe he'd know something about the inkling he'd had. "You know, Talonpaw looks awfully like Tuftedtusk, are the two related?" Maybe he should start joining in on the clan's small talk - it seemed things like this passed him by. Never mind though, he was sure he could peck Owlthroat's head about it.
Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Enforcer | 44 moons Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2 The Dancing Bird
Owlthroat nodded along to Newtbelly’s comments, a smirk playing on his lips. Talonpaw had his gusto that was for sure. ”I’m sure they’ll get it eventually, but I’m surprised I forgot to tell you. She’s our daughter, we have a few children now, Talonpaw, Mimicpaw and Yarrowpaw.” He paused, licking his lips.
”You didn’t realise?” He chuckled, he’d expected Newtbelly to be a tad quicker witted than that. Mind you, Owlthroat had been rather occupied of late.
Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Enforcer | 44 moons Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2 The Dancing Bird
Owlthroat nodded along to Newtbelly’s comments, a smirk playing on his lips. Talonpaw had his gusto that was for sure. ”I’m sure they’ll get it eventually, but I’m surprised I forgot to tell you. She’s our daughter, we have a few children now, Talonpaw, Mimicpaw and Yarrowpaw.” He paused, licking his lips.
”You didn’t realise?” He chuckled, he’d expected Newtbelly to be a tad quicker witted than that. Mind you, Owlthroat had been rather occupied of late.
Talonpaw’s his?? What? Owlthroat’s - Tuftedtusk - Talonpaw’s Owlthroat’s kid?! He couldn’t help but let his jaw drop. He hadn’t ever expected Owlthroat to take a mate - never mind end up with a whole litter. Sure, he'd noticed the tow enforcers were close but maybe they were, he didn't know, scheming, or something? Just good friends? "You're-" the tom coughed, trying to find his words, and at least act like a reasonable adult receiving such news. For 6 months?? The guy has had kids? And he didn't even notice. "Well - um - congratulations." Was all he could string together. Thank goodness he hadn't made nay complaints about Talonpaw, otherwise he'd be getting his ears ripped off right now. Stars, he better mentor her well. "That's - that's big."
Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Enforcer | 44 moons Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2 The Dancing Bird
Newtbelly appeared rather flustered with the news, he wasn’t entirely sure how to take it from the looks of it. Owlthroat found himself slipping a grin at Newtbelly’s note of congratulations, another trophy to hold and covet.
”It’s why I’m rather glad she’s been placed with you, get a proper training. Become a real warrior. But don’t be afraid to scold her, I’m aware she can be a handful at times.” He trusted Newtbelly enough to make ample judgement on situations, the tom had earned it after all. It would be interesting to see how she turned out under his guidance, strong he hoped.
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◖──────☛ the Tom padded to the entrance of the den, poking his head in with a board expression. "bloomingblaze? you in here?" he called out softly, ears flicking back and forth to listen for his mentor. ☚──────◗
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BristleThorn snorted, shaking her head. “Never said I was invincible.” she muttered, flexing her claws against the ground. “Just said I’m fine.” She caught the way FlyTail shifted on his paws, trying—and failing—to act casual. The concern was written all over him, whether he wanted to admit it or not. It almost made her feel bad. Almost.
Her tail flicked, and she sighed, glancing at him from the corner of her eye. “But… I’ll be careful,” BristleThorn added, though her voice was begrudging. “Not that I need looking after, but I get it. I won’t be reckless.” She rolled her shoulders, testing for any lingering stiffness. The snake bite was annoying, sure, but it wasn’t stopping her. “Happy now?” she asked, her tone teasing but not unkind.
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roachflare shivered in his sleep, limbs twitching and whisker brows furrowed as if plagued by a bad dream. the soft whines slipping from his maw were so quiet most cats in the den wouldnt hear, not without coming up close to him at least. it wasnt something that happened often, roach had left his past behind, decidedly forgetting and supressing everything that went down, but dreams could hardly be controlled by the conscious mind.
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