[Aroogi]

 

Originally Posted by Daragca

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

Owlthroat’s tail twitched slightly with agitation as his brother answered for him. He didn’t want his new friendship being pushed over the edge. Knowing dealing with himself was bad enough, let alone him and his brothers sardonic remarks. Shooting an open smile towards Tuftedtusk, as he gestured towards his brother. ”I should’ve introduced you before, he’s the last remaining sibling”, the tom jested and chuckled darkly.

It wasn’t that it didn’t bother him deeply, just that his persona was so much more important to him in a twisted sort of way. Ravenkit, his younger brother didn’t sting quite as bad as they were only young, it was a blurred memory. But Olivepaw, his sister always cut him deeply. It wasn’t fair how she’d been snatched right out from under them, such a sweet cat. With so much promise, unlike himself and Flytail. They were always stained, two sides of the same bloodied coin.

He shook away the thoughts, warmth returning back into his usually clouded yellow eyes. Flickering his gaze around the Grimpeak. Something caught his eye, Dawnstar. She didn’t look quite like she typically did but he couldn’t place his paw entirely on it. Then it clicked, she was pudgy, belly swelled. Dawnstar certainly wasn’t one for a bit of lazy weight gain. She must be pregnant, an internal groan rocked through his body. Another horde of baby terrors, walking around the place thinking they owned Shadowclan just because of their all powerful mother. This would be nightmarish, a hormonal leader and squealing menaces. He wasn’t fond of her current lineage any way, yet more fuel was added to the fire.

”Is she pregnant?’ Owlthroat rumbled, not caring if other cats heard. Maybe she’d take his tongue for blurting it outloud, especially his thoughts on her offspring. The thought didn’t bother him too much, that would be an entertaining fight the tom mused. Not that he’d stand much of a chance, as competent of a fighter as he was, not many held a light to their leader.

It would certainly be interesting how they turned out. Blood thirsty maniacs? Or reasonable diplomats? The latter being highly unlikely. Owlthroat seemed ignorant of his own claw lust and head spinning ego, after all it was permissible when it came to him. Always holding the belief he could just do it better. Wasn’t that inspiring.

[​​ @Tallstar @Aroogi ]

Tuftedtusk
He/Him / Enforcer / 29M / ShC

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The tom would dip his head at Flytail. "Indeed. Not an easy job. With all the murders and starsdamned fluff-brains."

When Owlthroat spoke next, his eyes scanned his figure - he hoped discreetly enough. He was having feelings for Owlthroat, he knew he loved him and wanted to be mates someday, but he'd have to ask Owlthroat when he got the chance. Very discreetly to sniff out whether he liked him that way too. "Last remaining, eh? I assume its a touchy subject, so I won't ask too many probing questions. I respect you so I won't pry, Owl."

[ @Daragca @Tallstar ]