Flytail
48 Moons
He/Him
Purrks:Shadow fiend
Flytail stepped forward, his eyes sharp and unwavering as he locked onto Rookfire. His posture was rigid, his expression unreadable. He wasn’t here for pleasantries. "Rookfire." His voice was even, flat—no warmth, no hesitation. "I watched you fight my brother. You're strong. Quick." He paused for a moment, his gaze steady as he took in the other warrior’s stance. "I need to learn that." No small talk, no explanation beyond the facts. Flytail’s words came with the weight of someone who had already made up their mind. "Spar with me. Teach me what you know." His eyes didn’t leave Rookfire’s, and there was an edge in his voice now—unyielding. "I’m not looking for easy. Just results."
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