IMMORTAL BY DESIGN. & GHOSTPAW

[GECKOSCREECH]

⊵ after the meeting concluded cats began to disperse to resume their daily activity but geckoscreech lingers, attention moving to ghostpaw who stood besides her with the same distant look in his eyes. it's hard to believe this once small, phantom child is only a moon away from becoming a full-fledged warrior and it stirs a feeling a pride in her chest but it also comes with a sense of bittersweetness. when ghostpaw was first assigned to geckoscreech she was still recovering from grief which ultimately placed a wall between them, she did not want anything to do with him outside of training and for a couple of moons it remained that way. as more time passed though and the wound in her heart healed, she began to grow a little more fond of her strange apprentice.

"come ghostpaw, i think it's time we had a chat." her words finally shatter the silence, beckoning the other to follow as she leads them out of camp and away from any nosy observers. once out, geckoscreech slows her gait and begins to speak again. "your warrior ceremony is coming up soon yet you don't seem to be very thrilled about it. is there a reason why?"

@GHOSTPAW​

【 THERE'S SO MANY FAKE ASS PEOPLE PREYING ON YOU.】

 

[GHOSTPAW]

His jaw is held tight.

His face and mind are the same. Nothing betrays another – blankness seeps through his features, more literal in that sense than it ever has been before. He wants to think about something. He thinks he does, but his mind won't let him. Sticks him inside a plain of emptiness instead, like freshly lain snow, without the bogs and pines to get in the way. Was this what WindClan looked like? They were lucky... unlucky... He couldn't tell.

White paws shuffle beside each other. Geckoscreech is there. He knows, cause there's lnothing else for him to. He can see the faces ahead and beside him. The shifting paws and flickering tails. He can't see much else.

His eyes slowly rise at what he says, the subtlest of frowns creasing his flat expression. Was he in trouble? He's always in trouble, with... something. Someone.

Ghostpaw parts his jaw to reply, but he doesn't know what to say. Not quite, he doesn't know. " Um... I don't... " Just dully, there's a memory shrouded in shadow. He hadn't meant any harm, not really. He was different though, he realizes. He didn't look like a ghostscreech or a Ghostmaw, he looked like... a Ghostkit. His ears sag, just slightly. " Do you think... Am I... immature?"​