[Marigoldwhisper]

 

Originally Posted by Daragca

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Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Enforcer | 47 moons
Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2
The Dancing Bird

Owlthroat strode towards the call of the leader’s voice, his muscles and wounds still ached from the recent challenge he’d endured. But he found an ample spot to lower his haunches and survey the rest of the clan joining them.

The sun’s light felt rather pleasant upon his pelt, new-leaf had sprung into force. The new shoots seemed to be popping up everywhere, the hues of green tended to be a welcome sight upon weary eyes. Much preferable to snow and drizzle, he enjoyed new-leaf the most out of all of the seasons. It tended to bring good blessings to both the clan and himself. His eyes flickered to Magpiecove who he’d found himself sat next to and he offered a small nod.

[ @Marigoldwhisper ]

Magpiecove
She, Her\Warrior\17 moons\Shadowclan
"I want blood, guts, and angel cake. I'm gonna puke it anyway."

Purrks: Silvertonuge T1 [ACTIVE] Kittysoftpaws T1 [ACTIVE]


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The small chimera sat quietly, paws buzzing. Truthfully, she was hoping for another apprentice, amongst other things. But really, Magpiecove had found that she hadn't exactly been doing anything. Her life was soooooo borinnngg. Surely she could change that, right? There had to be an outsider stupid enough to linger at the borders, meaning she had to get her kick in eventually.

Magpiecove began to wonder if anycat would be open to a spar. While she much preferred flesh to anything, she was getting desperate to nick her claws at something. Seventeen moons, and completely scarless! What a pity, a pity she'll fix, no doubt. There was no reason for her to look so baby faced. She was awesome!

Now, she would give herself her own scars, but she wanted to earn them. There was something akin to being a wannabe by not earning most of your scars in battle and half of them were self inflicted.

Well, Shadowclan better start a war or predator hunt or something! She was sooooo sick of waiting! And she was awesome too, she could totally handle a few owls, no problem! Haha, why wouldn't she?

Even while she was absorbed in her own thoughts, she half listened to Dawnstar, rounded ears perked in alert interest. Then she saw a white and black pelt pad into view. Magpiecove grinned widely at him. Ah, her man! "First of all, thanks for the show." She hissed, even her naturally malicious voice hinging on genuine. She made sure to mew in-between the leader's words, eyes meticulously watching her jaw move. "And, thanks for getting rid of that rut. Mudslide was a DUD, didn't even have a BACKBONE!" Seemed like the Enforcer couldn't play doll for much longer. Of course she couldn't, only Magpiecove could.

"You messed Rookfire up prettyyy baddd. That blood thing? HAHA!" She glanced at his scars. "How are they healin'?"