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.