An abyss. That's how everyone described his eyes. Just dark, empty, and emotionless. His fur, also a dark, somber colour, is what gave him his prefix.
Dark.
Now, he never knew why the suffix of song had ever been chose, but he decided not to question the authority of the now deceased leader, Sandstar. He lifted his head as an announcement rang through the camp, but didn't bother rising from his spot within the shadows. It's where he always remained. In the darkness.
His eyes rolled at the name of who had beem assigned deputy, never really caring for Emberwing. Darksong huffed and perked his ears, which were of a grey colour, and listened in on what Scorpionstar had to say. His tail curled over his side as he listened, suppressing a snort while he awaited each word. This was just a waste of his time. He should be out hunting, being the best warrior of the whole clan.
He didn't want to be deputy, oh, how awful that would be. Having to be relied on, yet the tiniest mistake could ruin everything? No thanks. He'd rather stay a prideful, overconfident warrior.