Tuftedtusk
He/Him /
Warrior / 28 moons / ShadowClan
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Tuftedtusk chuckled at the older toms barely repressed excitement to learn about the battle. His eyes met Owl's and he smirked.
"Indeed I did. I was fighting this nasty molly named Owltalon. She injured me, yes, but I bit down on her maw and mangled it." His eyes glittered as he remembered how angry the molly was and her malice filled eyes.
"She won't forget my teeth in a hurry."
He licked his lips, remembering the sweet taste of her blood. Oh how he wished he couldv'e killed her. The fish deserved it. However, she had also earned his respect by not giving up until the very end.
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Daragca ]