[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 couldn’t help but chortle at Magpiecove’s remarks, breaking his gruff demeanor. He always had time for her, he’d remember fondly her spark for battle and typically enthusiastic growl for life. ”Glad you enjoyed it, I must say it was the most entertainment I’ve had in a while.”

Owlthroat chose to hold his tongue back on a comment towards Mudslide, it was just depressing. Throwing all she had earned away in a blink. He hadn’t had the chance to even work with her enough to pass his judgment. Pathetic.

”Still a tad stiff, I don’t heal as quickly as I used to when I was your age. But not too bad for wear, I didn’t have much of a plan going in but spraying him was a highlight.” He grumbled as he shifted his paws, his deep voice clear but monotone. ”How’ve you been?” He hadn’t actually seen much of Magpiecove lately, now he thought about it. It was a surprising pleasantry to catch up.

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