SHADOWCLAN / APPRENTICE / CHOCOLATE CHARCOAL TABBY
Owlpaw had noticed that both Slackfoot and Darkflame were sitting beside one another, waiting the fall of the sun on the horizon. For them, it meant peace. For him, it meant more training. It meant Coyoteburr would have him fight another apprentice from a different clan, to prove that he belonged there. To prove that he deserved to live. The tom looked at the two and decided that it would be best to play nice with the others. The chocolate bengal padded over to the two and sat down as well. He didn't speak, he only sat there. Gathering intel on the events of his other clanmates' days, learning about who they were. He was deciding if they were worthy of his loyalty. If they proved to be warriors that were ones to lay on their backs and surrender, if they seemed weak, he'd dismiss them. If not, they would know his loyalty. His endless and unwavering loyalty. His former mentor, the one that had passed away, was one that had proven themselves many times over. Owlpaw missed the warrior tremendously. Now, he had to find himself another mentor. One that would prove to be beneficial to him.
Sitting there, the tom unsheathed his claws on his one paw and brought it close to his face so that he could inspect it. Flexing and unflexing his claws, admiring them for their worth. The tom's copper gaze was fixated as if debating to use them. However, it was more to practice in case a battle ever appeared before him. In the blink of an eye, Owlpaw wanted to be able to fight. Even the smallest bit of training, even if it meant practicing withdrawing his claws, then so be it.