[Daragca]

Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Warrior | 39 moons
Beefed Up T1 - Just A Scratch
The Dancing Bird

Tuftedtusk had the right idea, but he wasn’t quite sure if there was even water around here. Owlthroat prayed sadistically to Starclan that there wasn’t. It was a twofold wish, it would destroy his act of heroism. But it would also turn him into a coward of sorts, he wouldn’t enter a large body of water. The thought alone petrified him, a rooted fear of anything much deeper than a puddle.

The big brave cat wasn’t all that brave in reality now was he. Most of his bravado coming from a sickened inflated sense of self and a carefully constructed mask. Owlthroat was still the same apprentice he was the day his sister died, the day the water swallowed her. Tuftedtusk had began his search through the undergrowth. The enforcer had given a command, Owlthroat cursed the smarts of the tom over and over in his mind.

Making his move he hoped that Magpiepaw would stay underneath him or at least close as much as possible. Newtbelly remained flapping paws as a distraction for now.

A glimmer of liquid caught his eye as he pushed forward and he yowled out to the others, ”HERE!” A small murky pond, looked like rainwater had collected in a hollow. It wasn’t big, they would just about all fit in. Bingo, that was an excuse. How pathetic he must be to rather take a hundred stings than let himself face his fear. He flipped his head around waiting for the others to barrel through the undergrowth. Brain working overtime to find something relatively safe for himself to shelter under that wasn’t in liquid form.

The hum of striped devils still laced the air.

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