- Nov 19, 2022
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OOC- this takes place before the lockdown in camp, obviously :)
The world was not a kind or easy place. It could give, but it could also take, and in it's dance of arbitrary cruelty and kindness it forged all kinds of monsters. Some of them stood tall and proud atop tall stones as if they were a god among mortals. Some lurked, dormant but waiting, behind kind smiles and a patience wearing thinner by the day. And others, like Ghost, lived in quiet solitude, so lost to the darkness running through their soul that nothing could unleash them from the chains they were shackled by.
Cats like him would never escape who they were or what they'd done. He was glad that Nut had never fallen so low.
Even now, as a 'free cat' away from the Coalition, nothing had changed. He was still a beast who craved purpose, and animal whose head raised at the sound of a command. At this point, Ghoststrike didn't know how to be anything but a soldier, and he didn't think he ever would.
It was fine with him, of course. He didn't hate his life or effort his work demanded of him. In fact, Ghost had come to crave the routine and order, had come to value the things he was good at- like how efficiently his claws could sever arteries or how the power in his jaws could snap through the neckbone of another cat if he twisted just right. Ghost had never for a moment doubted what he was, and he'd assumed the rest of the clan knew it too.
So how he'd gotten stuck babysitting some fucking kid was just as much a mystery to him as it was to anyone else.
Granted, Ghost didn't hate children for the typical reasons that one would expect from a cat like him, but the fact remained that he didn't like being around them. So when the hunting patrol had sent him and Marmotpaw to keep an eye on the skies from Outlook Rock, the dark tabby hadn't been thrilled. Still, he'd accepted his orders, collected the apprentice, and set off for their destination.
Luckily it wasn't too far away, but he didn't exactly expect an apprentice to have the attention span for this kind of work.
One of the leaders kids had been attacked by a hawk the day before, so logically the patrols going out wanted eyes on sky to watch their backs for them. It was a easy enough tasks really- if you had the attention span and keen eyesight for it, which Ghoststrike did.
He had yet to determined, however, if Marmotpaw had.
"You watch the skies to the north by the border with Shadowclan. I'll watch the skies going south toward the river. Keep your head on a swivel and your eyes sharp." he instructed as he lept up to take his place on outlook rock, voice a slow, gruff rumble and heavy with an english accent.
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rogue - male - 29 months - single - a very tall, muscular tabby with dark gray fur and white markings. heavily scarred with dark amber eyes
