[Daragca]

Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Warrior | 39 moons
Beefed Up T1
The Dancing Bird

He tilted his head towards Newtbelly, hoping to catch him. Owlthroat swept his bushy tail to the side, twitching now impatiently hoping to be done with the meeting. Warrior ceremonies and apprentices, yawn. Idly flickering his ears he listened in and then his lips began to curl in amusement. Newtbelly had been assigned an apprentice, wasn’t he all grown up now.

A soft rumble of a laugh tickled his chest, this turned his usual bitter mood, sweet. It was about time Newtbelly had some responsibility that seemed like the perfect fit. Swiftly he turned to face the tom and called out after him as Newtbelly slipped off in search of Tickpaw. ”Best of luck newt face”, Owlthroat relinquished a rare friendly wink in his direction. His day brightened immensely, he began to ponder how he would cope with a badgering trainee. Perhaps Tickpaw would be good for him, push some more confidence into his bones and straighten him out.

Owlthroat couldn’t wipe the half smirk from his face.

[​​ @sleepyyjax @Fritter - Slight mention for both]