Wouldn't You Like a Taste of the Power? [p]

[Mica]

Nightwalker
Dark Forest
he/him | Dead
[Surly, heavily scarred dark grey tabby with sky blue eye]
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Devil ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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[Moonpaw - @Poprock ]
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Nightwalker was getting bored. Very bored. His trip into StarClan's camp and subsequent throwing out of said camp was fun, but it had only lasted for barely even an hour. For seasons, the rugged tom had been willing to stay in the shadows of the Dark Forest, thriving amongst the lost and angry souls. But now... it was time to wake up.

Giant paws slipped silently through sleeping bodies, distant breaths and rising chests making the tom ache for the living world. He had squandered his life, trying too hard to instill his will upon his son and daughter, only to be cast aside and thrown into the vicious void of the Forest. Maybe he just needed to try again. This time with someone angry, someone... scorned. His sky-blue gaze caught on a particular apprentice, power wreathing the head of the young tom while intertwined with loathing. So much loathing. This tom truly hated someone, wanted them dead. Nightwalker smiled, wicked teeth glinting in the shadows that made up his body. Well then, he could work with this.

Nightwalker nudged the apprentice, his non-corporeal form going through the physical body while still interacting with the spirit. "Boy. Wake up." He commanded, husky voice firm.

[Poprock]

Moonpaw
Apprentice || He/him || 9 Moons || Purrks: Chill of death || Silver tongue

Ticklish. Suddenly very ticklish. And that was not a good feeling when you were dreaming of racing through a wide open field of flowers. Had he accidentally ran through a spider web?? WAS HE COVERED IN SPIDERS? EW!!! Suddenly his easy breezy beautiful dream of bright skies and color flower fields turned into a hazy, itchy nightmare; one that Moonpaw was more than happy to jolt awake from.

Blinking in the darkness of the apprentices den, he was slightly surprised to see he wasn't the only one awake.

"Yo." The apprentice yawned to the unknown figure, too sleepy to process what he was looking at. It was definitely not a normal cat. While Shadowclan cats prided themselves on their ability to cloak themselves in darkness, this one was darkness itself. No doubt a spirit of some sort. A sudden chill down his spine confirmed it. This cat was not alive.

"And how are you related to me?" He huffed, a white paw reaching up to rub at his sleepy eyes. Half of Shadowclan were his siblings, another chunk were his cousins, and then there was Greemaw and all of her kids. Not to mention all of the spirits whose blood he shared - like Wolverine and Smokekit. Moonpaw could only assume this new spirit was an ancestor of his in some way.

Part of him was annoyed at his slumber being disturbed - his dream going just fine until this squirrel brain interrupted! But the other part? Pure awe. A spirit who looked exactly like how Moonpaw wanted to look like randomly spawns in front of him and was probably going to hand him another prophecy?? Moonpaw was just that cool!! How could he not be proud of himself!!! If he was more awake, the tom would pat himself on the back for garnering the attention of so many spirits.

"Actually, we'll skip the introductions. Gimme that prophecy spirit!"
@Mica im so sorry this reply somehow slipped through the cracks #Lpoprock

[Mica]

Nightwalker
Dark Forest
he/him | Dead
[Surly, heavily scarred dark grey tabby with sky blue eye]
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Devil ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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[Moonpaw - @Poprock ]
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Why, the audacity of this one. Nightwalker raised a brow as the apprentice merely rolled over and asked how they were related--not at all, Nightwalker hoped, unless wherever Rootpaw had gone when she disappeared was ShadowClan or Hawkfur had cheated on his now-dead mate (which Nightwalker was loathe to admit that Hawkfur was too "noble" and "kind" for that. Honestly, his son made Nightwalker's skin crawl). Then he was immediately jumping into prophecy-demanding. Nightwalker resisted the urge to roll his eyes and instead scowled at the apprentice. "Not your first go-around with spirits, hm? Tell me, who did you meet prior?" So that wreath of power circling the kid's head... it was from someone else. Interesting... who already had their claws in him? Was there room for Nightwalker's influence as well? "You must be incredibly special to garner the attention of two spirits."