Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Warrior | 40 moons Killer Aptitude T2 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T1 The Dancing Bird
Owlthroat sauntered over to Dawnstar’s call. Catching sight of Foxfury in the process, he supposed it was about time. It was something he had to finally deal with.
”Foxfury.” The words rolled off his tongue harshly, he wasn’t particularly fond of outsiders. Thinking it was poor decision making, letting them in the clan and watering down true warrior blood. He’d stand by his thoughts too, she wouldn’t be getting any nice treatment. If she wanted to be here she’d have to prove herself.
°•○◇ TUFTEDTUSK ◇○•° He/Him • Enforcer • 30M • ShC A large marbled tabby tom with large tusk-like teeth
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The marbled tom padded up to the Grimpeak, sitting down and curling his tail over his paws. Gazing up at Dawnstar, his eyes would betray some curiousity. What was this meeting about?
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In response to the nudge from the Enforcer, Pondpaw gently butted Tuftedtusk´s shoulder with her head. ´´What do you think Dawnstar has to say?´´ She murmured softly, wrapping her tail neatly around her paws.
From inside the Warrior Den Owlwing heard the call for a clan meeting. Slowly, he stood up and streched, shaking his pelt. "Better see what Dawnstar has to say. He yawned once, then padded slowly out of the den.
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Owlwing
/Warrior/35 moons/funny boy
Ratflame pulled herself up from her bed of moss, looking toward the den entrance when she heard Dawnstar's call. She plucked some moss from her shoulder and padded out to join the rest of her clanmates.
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Swantooth is pulled from her daydreaming by the call to gather. Head turn, blink once—twice. Ah. Coming to attention takes next to no effort considering how close she'd already been. A twist, scoot, repositioning. Ears cupped forward (be polite), eyes bright with interest, or something close enough to count.
Fishkit ran up to her mama and slammed into her side with a slight grunt mostly on purpose fishkit shook her short sleek fur after running into her mama looking up at her with a big smile "Hi mama what's going on?" she asked
Leaning down to greet Fishkit with an affectionate nuzzle, she smiled down a Fishkit, answering quietly. "Dawn..star is holding.. a.. a m-meeting."
Nightshiver informed the young kitten, making space next to her should Fishkit like to sit down. "You can... sit a-and listen, too. Meetings ... are.. important."