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Mentor Reassignments Bloodpaw ( blue ) mentored by Greysin ( Cleaver ) Morningpaw ( @blankslate ) mentored by Windyhurricane ( Faith ) Glacierpaw ( Moonbound ) mentored by Frostwhisper ( simplylight ) Frostpaw ( indy ) mentored by Barrenfrost ( Faith ) Mysterypaw ( Jetclaw ) mentored by Sablecrown ( eventide ) Quartzpaw ( Moonbound ) mentored by Crimsonrose ( Jetclaw ) Sleetpaw ( Cleaver ) mentored by Valleystar ( Moonbound ) Sprucepaw ( simplylight ) mentored by Hawthorncrown ( @oceanix ) Tigerpaw ( simplylight ) mentored by Roaringsun ( indy )
Upon finishing her words, she looked out amongst the crowd and waited to see if anyone was shocked. Yes, she had just made her own son - a ten moon old trainee - a Knight of WinterClan. Her tail lashed out behind her as she waited someone, anyone, to challenge her words.
It seemed that the first one to be most surprised was the subject of the conflict itself: Ghoulpaw sat with mouth agape, staring up at his mother with large eyes. While most days he regarded her cooly, with a scowl here or a grimace there, he found he could no longer keep up pretenses. Was she mad? If he didn’t already feel like an outcast due to his parentage, he certainly would now. A 10 moon old knight. Someone hated him, surely. Life was going to suck. Grimacing, he lowered his face to stare at his paws, ignoring the prickling of eyes on his pelt.
Ghoulmask! Ghoulmask! Ghoulmask! That was his name now, wasn’t it? Listening absently to his name being chanted by his clanmates, he felt a crushing loneliness that threatened to swallow him whole. Life would never be the same, would it?
Diamondheart looked at Valleystar with piercing jade eyes. They had discussed this possibility- of making her own kin a knight- yet Diamondheart had dismissed it as just another one of her ramblings. She wouldn't ruin the festivities with a stern talking to now, no. She would wait until later, in the leader's den. She gave Ghoulpaw- or, mask, now? an acknowledging nod. Valleystar was a distant mother, unlike Diamondheart who personally bombarded her kits with showers of attention. Hopefully, this could be easily sorted out, and everything will go back to normal.
Roaringsun straightened his spine. Was Valleystar mad? No- not about her son being a knight- but him mentoring his own brother. First of all, who's going to watch his kits? Blizzardglow, he presumed. He'll have to apologize later. Second, was she trying to give him Nightflash flashbacks? The ginger tom sighed as he lashed his patched tail around.
Frostpaw looked at her brother Quartzpaw. Both of them got to be trained by Knights? This was most definitely their mothers doing- a curse, she thought of it as.
From the Crowned to the Sovereign. Sleetpaw could have laughed, but he schooled his expression into a sly grin instead. He would look forward to the next one.
