Halfway up the trunk is a hole that is the home to a tawny owl that flies out at night. Legend has it that an early OceanClan apprentice learned teh secrets of night hunting from one such owl. Every night, as the moon rose, he would wait at the foot of the Owl-Tree. When the owl swooped out, he followed, like the owl's shadow cast by the moon on the ground. In the hunt, he became as silent and deadly as the tawny owl.
