- Aug 3, 2022
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The sun sets against the hills in a blaze of golden glory, though nothing can make the scrubland beautiful. Granitepelt cares naught for the aesthetic of his surroundings; the former ShadowClanner had been born and bred in dense darkness, sucking mud underfoot and towering pines blocking out the sky’s lights. He is no fool—he knows his followers no doubt miss the beauty of the moorland in newleaf’s blossoming glory, but Privetpaw, regardless of his heritage, would never know homesickness for such a thing. Granitepelt eyes the young tabby who stalks beside him, admiring him for his stoic calm the way he might have once cast an eye upon his own sons.
Privetpaw is better than Flintpaw, than Nettlepaw. Privetpaw was born to DuskClan, raised to be great. Granitepelt feels more of a connection to the dark-pelted apprentice than he does to his own kits, and he acknowledges that readily enough.
“Twolegplace will be more difficult to hunt in, so I want to make sure your hunting crouch is up to par,” he mews shortly to the young tom. “Rumblerain hasn’t had an opportunity to teach you yet, but you’re a swift learner.”
He sits, curling his tail over his paws, waiting for Privetpaw to show him his crouch. He’ll study the tom’s form with critical, lean green eyes, and his mouth will twitch upward or tilt down depending on the efficiency of his technique. “Twolegplace is full of cats with no Clan to call home,” he murmurs, “but in reality, the Clans are our biggest threat. Not those strays eating scraps.” He forces the fur on his shoulders to remain flat as he continues. “The Clans are organized around a leader whose word is as good as the stars’. That leader, no matter how corrupt, has all the power. You’ve seen the way I listen to our Clanmates when they have concerns, haven’t you?”
Smoothly, he allows no space to form between his question and Privetpaw’s response. “There is no such democracy in ShadowClan or WindClan. Sunstar and Chilledstar are not fair like I am. They will order their cats to die for them, to kill for them, and will give nothing in return…” He trails off, shaking his head as though despairing over the state of the forest Clans.
Privetpaw is better than Flintpaw, than Nettlepaw. Privetpaw was born to DuskClan, raised to be great. Granitepelt feels more of a connection to the dark-pelted apprentice than he does to his own kits, and he acknowledges that readily enough.
“Twolegplace will be more difficult to hunt in, so I want to make sure your hunting crouch is up to par,” he mews shortly to the young tom. “Rumblerain hasn’t had an opportunity to teach you yet, but you’re a swift learner.”
He sits, curling his tail over his paws, waiting for Privetpaw to show him his crouch. He’ll study the tom’s form with critical, lean green eyes, and his mouth will twitch upward or tilt down depending on the efficiency of his technique. “Twolegplace is full of cats with no Clan to call home,” he murmurs, “but in reality, the Clans are our biggest threat. Not those strays eating scraps.” He forces the fur on his shoulders to remain flat as he continues. “The Clans are organized around a leader whose word is as good as the stars’. That leader, no matter how corrupt, has all the power. You’ve seen the way I listen to our Clanmates when they have concerns, haven’t you?”
Smoothly, he allows no space to form between his question and Privetpaw’s response. “There is no such democracy in ShadowClan or WindClan. Sunstar and Chilledstar are not fair like I am. They will order their cats to die for them, to kill for them, and will give nothing in return…” He trails off, shaking his head as though despairing over the state of the forest Clans.
- ooc: please wait for @PRIVETPAW
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Granitekit.Granitepaw. Granitepelt, he/him w/ masculine terms.
— “speech”, thoughts, attack
— 21 moons old, ages realistically on the 10th.
— mentored by Pitchstar and Dogfur ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored Applepaw
— windclan warrior. flint x 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.