Mocking Bird [P]

[Daragca]

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Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Enforcer | 48 moons
Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2
The Dancing Bird

Owlthroat felt another rumble grace his throat at Rookfire’s comeback, his wit was rather welcome. It provided a sounding boards of sorts for some of his poking and prodding. He was used to a shutdown or once or twice a cat cowering and backing down. It stirred what remained of his basic intellect, if you could count Owlthroat to have intellect.

”I’d be interested to learn some of your moves, there was a couple during the fight I’d like to poach.” He lulled, ”I’d be happy to share in return of course.” It wasn’t the worst thing in the world parting with his knowledge. He’d never had many hangups about doing so despite being so prideful with his fighting technique. Sharing felt like a way to better the clan, but alongside that he never truly believed he would have a solid match. One that could entirely employ said tactics as effectively as he could, but he would enjoy seeing Rookfire try. As would it be helpful to learn about the tactics that were a little more new-school.

[ @alec ]
[ Sounds good to me! Should wrap up in next few posts <3 ]

[alec]

ROOKFIRE
[ he/him | shadowclan enforcer | purrks ]
⤷ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ mid 20s | large & lean ˗ ★
~ the “devil” ~

✧˖ °. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁‧₊˚ ☾. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁˖°✧

[ timeskip cuz idk how to end this without being awkward ]

silver eyes blinked open as the first golden rays were scattered across the clearing, the air still crisp, yet to warm up the forest. he'd let his and owlthroats wounds heal for a couple of days, that should be enough. rookfire stretched out long limbs, bones clicking against each other with a sharp, stabbing pain, running all the way down his back and foreleg.

the enforcer grumbled hushed curses at nocat in specific and leapt down from his sleeping spot to first give his pelt a rough groom and go wake owlthroat.
"aye owlman, wakey wakey you promised me a spar" the younger tom practically chirped, voice drawn out comically. perhaps owlthroat was a breakfast guy... he shouldve considered that before marching into the warriors den. better late than never though.
"wanna grab a bite before we head out or are you good?"

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[Daragca]

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Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Enforcer | 50 moons
Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2
The Dancing Bird

Upon being woken, Owlthroat drew out a loud yawn. Casting away the sleepiness, rising to stretch his muscles and shake out his pelt, freeing it from the dust of the night. He could never wrap his head around how the younger warriors had the permanent skip in their step, was he like that at one point? He couldn’t really decide, nowadays he much rather preferred a slower pace to life. But this once he could do without breakfast, he couldn’t be showing his age now could he.

Rookribs, a pleasant surprise.” He let out a grumble and his tail flickered. ”No, I’ll grab something later. Nothing like a spar on an empty stomach to wake you up.” It was part sarcastic, part true. He’d be better ready for the day after. Once he’d fully risen, he’d wait for Rookfire to trail the way forth and follow. He wondered if he had any training spots he particularly preferred. Owlthroat liked his own secluded hollow in territory, a pain to get to. But well worth the trek, mossy floor and sunlight often casting through the canopy in bold dapples. It was more than worth any effort exuded to reach it.

[ @alec ]
[ no worries c:< ]

[alec]

ROOKFIRE
[ he/him | shadowclan enforcer | purrks ]
⤷ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ mid 20s | large & lean ˗ ★
~ the “devil” ~

✧˖ °. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁‧₊˚ ☾. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁˖°✧

the two fell into friendly bickering pretty much the second owlthroat woke up, sort of calming the ever raging storm accompanying rookfires every step. if only every relationship were this easy. if all it took to be respected was a good spar he wouldnt be worrying about his future in the clan. but alas, he wouldnt want to tank his mood for absolutely no reason now.

at owlthroats response, the younger enforcer simply hummed, turning towards camp exit. there wasnt much he had to discuss with the older so he kept quiet during the walk. it wasnt a long one anyway, rook didnt like sparring far out in the territory to simply avoid scaring away all the prey for later. the closer to camp they stayed the less damage theyd do to the patrols going out later. rookfire did not have a favourite training spot, thanks for asking, it was moreso a game of 'where have i not been for a while' unless it came to battle training.

once they arrived, rookfire requested owlthroat stop with a swish of his tail while taking a few more steps himself and sinking into a battle stance.

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[Daragca]

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Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Enforcer | 50 moons
Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2
The Dancing Bird

As they finally arrive Owlthroat watched Rookfire fall into a familiar battle stance and his tail flickered for him to do the same. The large tom took a moment once more to stretch out his legs before settling into his own. He didn’t know how you couldn’t have a good stretch before a battle, or maybe that was simply his age.

Once ready he settled into his own, waiting for one second before initiating the fight and springing forward with his claws sheather. He knew what the two could get like together, usually he’d prefer them out. But the two were a painful combination when sparring as they’d both discovered during their challenge.

His paws outstretched low, aiming to unbalance him with brute force. Before switching to higher blows around the head, face and muzzle.

[ @alec ]