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"DuskClan!" A scarred gray tom crests a golden knoll that overlooks the rest of the flatlands. "Gather for a Clan meeting!" His yowl splits the air like his claws have rent flesh, have spilled blood. There's a solemnity to his expression as he paces, then curls his tail around slate-colored feet.
"There is an apprentice amidst us ready for her warrior name." He shifts glowering emerald eyes about the crowd, resting on a petite snow-blind face nestled in ebony fur. Enormous navy eyes, indigo as a starless night, cling to his pelt and burn, burn. She has been uncanny since her birth, and like her namesake, she has haunted her kin's every pawstep.
"I killed Nettlepaw," she'd murmured with all the sweetness of an innocent daughter. Granitepelt had not rebuked her; nor had he taken much time to mourn the life of a son who'd forsaken him. Would it have been different, he thinks, if Nettlepaw had left ShadowClan, too? Wouldn't he and Ghostpaw both become warriors under this moonless sky?
"Ghostpaw, step forward." Beautiful, like her mother, but there is something lacking in her, some emptiness he cannot explain. Starlingheart had been full of warmth, of love for him, for her children, her Clan, but everything Ghostpaw emits is artificial, bitter as berries. When he gazes upon her now, he cannot shake the chill that clings to his coat like leafbare frost. "Do you promise to defend your DuskClan Clanmates with your life? Do you promise to take back what is ours? Do you swear your fealty to me?"
Even now, he doubts it, but he declares, after her silken vow: "Then you are Ghostpaw no more. I call you Ghostmask, for your..." His tonge slips. He blinks, long and slow, and says, "...your cunning and the past you've escaped." Have you? Why don't I trust you even now? "Ghostmask, we welcome you as a warrior of DuskClan."
He waits for the cries of Ghostmask! to settle before he turns his attention to DuskClan at large once more. "Rumblerain and Privetpaw have returned from Twolegplace. We are as strong as we'll ever be now, while WindClan is as weak as it will ever be." He steps forward, crunching grass under one slate-gray paw. "The fire has destroyed their territory. We can take it back. And then, we can rebuild it. In three days, DuskClan will meet WindClan in battle!" His teeth flash, but no one could call it a smile.
"There is an apprentice amidst us ready for her warrior name." He shifts glowering emerald eyes about the crowd, resting on a petite snow-blind face nestled in ebony fur. Enormous navy eyes, indigo as a starless night, cling to his pelt and burn, burn. She has been uncanny since her birth, and like her namesake, she has haunted her kin's every pawstep.
"I killed Nettlepaw," she'd murmured with all the sweetness of an innocent daughter. Granitepelt had not rebuked her; nor had he taken much time to mourn the life of a son who'd forsaken him. Would it have been different, he thinks, if Nettlepaw had left ShadowClan, too? Wouldn't he and Ghostpaw both become warriors under this moonless sky?
"Ghostpaw, step forward." Beautiful, like her mother, but there is something lacking in her, some emptiness he cannot explain. Starlingheart had been full of warmth, of love for him, for her children, her Clan, but everything Ghostpaw emits is artificial, bitter as berries. When he gazes upon her now, he cannot shake the chill that clings to his coat like leafbare frost. "Do you promise to defend your DuskClan Clanmates with your life? Do you promise to take back what is ours? Do you swear your fealty to me?"
Even now, he doubts it, but he declares, after her silken vow: "Then you are Ghostpaw no more. I call you Ghostmask, for your..." His tonge slips. He blinks, long and slow, and says, "...your cunning and the past you've escaped." Have you? Why don't I trust you even now? "Ghostmask, we welcome you as a warrior of DuskClan."
He waits for the cries of Ghostmask! to settle before he turns his attention to DuskClan at large once more. "Rumblerain and Privetpaw have returned from Twolegplace. We are as strong as we'll ever be now, while WindClan is as weak as it will ever be." He steps forward, crunching grass under one slate-gray paw. "The fire has destroyed their territory. We can take it back. And then, we can rebuild it. In three days, DuskClan will meet WindClan in battle!" His teeth flash, but no one could call it a smile.
- ooc: @GHOSTPAW.
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Granitekit.Granitepaw. Granitepelt, he/him w/ masculine terms.
— “speech”, thoughts, attack
— 23 moons old, ages realistically on the 10th.
— mentored by Pitchstar and Dogfur ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored Applepaw
— "duskclan" leader.flintx sandra, gen 2.
— formerly mated to Starlingheart, currently mated to n/a.
— penned by Marquette.
sh blue and white tom with dark green eyes. arrogant, stealthy, sneaky, observant, perceptive, cunning, spiteful, envious.