[Karlos]

– owlbranch ;
; he/him | 70 moons.

--he was worried, worried, worried. as he padded towards the seastones behind the deputy- no, now leader- thrushfur, owlbranch couldn't help but tuck himself smaller. head hanging low, his eyes darted back and forth. now seemed like the perfect time for someone to do something. shadowclan? riverclan? they could overthrow thrushfur at any moment, if they all banded together. then what? the medicine cats would have to pick someone worthy to lead their clan… who would that be?

owlbranch dug himself into a deeper hole, eyes creased with anxiety and weariness. the fur on the back of his neck begun to spike up as he sat in front of the seastones, eyes trained on a small pebble lodged into the dirt – like thunderclan, and how it almost always seemed to be one with chaos.

– #7