Make me Proud

[Dofferz!]

So his son was the deputy now, huh?

Just because he was dead didn't mean that he did not keep up with the clan's affairs whether it be by listening to gossiping Starclanners or listening to gossiping members of the Dark Forest who therefore got their information from gossiping Starclanner or kits that were recruited to their side for Starclan knows what purpose. Scarpelt couldn't care too much about what was going on downstairs, but soon as he heard that his grand, old, wonderful son had been named the deputy of Ivyclan...? eh, he would have to confirm his own suspicions with the voice of the giant himself.

And that's where he was now, smirking as his son began to awake in his home. "Wolfclaw, my son. I hear you've some news to tell your father, eh?"

//christicat15  rushed, my apologies!

[christicat15]

When all hope begins to shatter
Know that I won't be afraid

Dofferz!

Wolfclaw

in a soft, moss nest, a massive tom lay, drifting slowly into a deep sleep which would, unknowingly, be haunted by the spirit of a cruel cat.

As Wolfclaw slipped into his dream, his terrifying yellow eyes blinked open, darting around the environment, observing his surroundings. It was a dark, nasty forest, obviously evil. Where was he? It was a dream, that he knew for sure, but where exactly? But, as the sound of a familiar, hated voice, he knew exactly where his mind had taken him. The Dark Forest.

A growl immediately rumbled in the massive warrior's throat, his eyes darting around, casting a glare everywhere they looked, searching for where his father's voice had come from. As the massive, black tom padded out of the darkness, Wolfclaw's claws unsheathed and, with anger, he immediately sprung at the male, pinning him to the ground. "What do you want?" he snarled, knowing he couldn't hurt his father here, in his dream. It wasn't real, after all. His sharp glare met the equally yellow and terrifying eyes of his father, who he was just as big as now, if not bigger.

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[Dofferz!]

Scarpelt wasn't surprised by the huge male's reaction, but merely allowed himself to be knocked backwards and pinned under giant paws. Claws pricked into his pelt, but instead of fighting back, the ebony male grinned, yellow eyes blazing bright. "Is only natural for a father to be proud. After all, not every cat's son becomes deputy." Scarpelt replied coolly, worming his way out from underneath Wolfclaw, tail flicking. The past warrior blinked before continuing with a raspy, sweet purr. "Is it too much to merely say congratulations?" He took a small step forwards, cocking his head lightly to the side in inquisition. 

[christicat15]

When all hope begins to shatter
Know that I won't be afraid

Dofferz!

Wolfclaw

the tom rolled his eyes at his father as he spoke, growling something incoherant under his breath. "You were never proud before, Scarpelt." he grumbled, his voice equally as cool, calling his father Scarpelt instead of, well, father. It was true, he didn't consider Scarpelt a father, at least not a good one. A lot of cats would say that a son would love his father no matter what, even if he did wrong. But Scarpelt's crimes were too extreme to ever be forgiven by the muscular deputy.

Stepping back and letting his father move from beneath him, Wolfclaw let out a huff, sitting down on his haunches, his tail swiping across the dusty, somewhat whispy ground of his dream. He nodded at the deceased warrior's words, "It is to me." he said, his voice almost a growl as his terrifying orange-yellow eyes meeting his father's equal eyes.

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[Dofferz!]

'You were never proud before, Scarpelt.' He was silent for a heartbeat, running his tongue over his lips. "How can you be so sure of that?" the dark warrior drawled, "I shouldn't see you as the one to look before leaping to conclusions. Besides, aren't you supposed to be the 'peace-maker' of the clan now? Apprentices coming to you arguing to see who pulls the fleas off of the elders? The mediator between warriors when they bring their problems to you? I'm sure Owlstar did not appoint you just so you can tear the throat of every warrior you have an issue with," he hesitated for a brief moment,looking at one of his paws--raised and claws extended--before giving it a lick and setting it back down on the ground. "Or every father scolding a kit."

"So why is it she found you to be 'perfect' for the position? Why didn't she choose Blackheart: a warrior so willing to make Ivyclan great again! Enforcing their borders and more than beyond loyal! Is it because she want's somebody willing to make a decision when it merely saves their own hide? Or was Owlstar so blinded by the inability of her mate to do anything other than snoozing in the sunlight that she chose the first cat she laid eyes on that was capable of catching its own prey?"

Scarpelt snorted, throwing one more questioning yet mocking gaze towards Wolfclaw.

[christicat15]

The large male watched his 'father' with a haunting, hateful gaze. His heart gripped with the anger he felt for his already dead sire, though he kept himself calm. No use killing a cat that was already dead. His eyes met those of Scarpelt as the male spoke. Wolfclaw's jaws opened in a yawn, revealing the imperessive long fangs he had. He had canine teeth that were longer than average, which was something Scarpelt couldn't say himself, as his were normal. Perhaps one of the reasons he was able to defeat his father with the killing blow so painfully. The male almost rolled his eyes at the male's words, narrowing his yellow gaze ever so slightly at the words they both knew were false. Scarpelt never felt proud of Wolfclaw. All he ever did was try and train him to be a killer, which he did. His tongue drew across his charcoal lips as his haunting eyes stared into his father's eyes, which were almost identical to his. He snarled as his father's next words. He knew he was referring to Scarpelt's merciless killings of his family members. "Is that what you think you did?" he snarled, claws still unsheathed, fur bristling slightly. "You murdered my mother. My brother... My sister." he growled, a fury stirring in his chest. His heart did grip for sadness though, at the thoughts of his family's death, save for one, and he didn't even know if she was alive. "Either way. I hold peace where it needs to be held." he spoke, calming himself. He stared at his father, "And I punish where I need to punish." he growled, tail lashing behind him. He listened to Scarpelt's words, a somewhat mocking inquiry on why Wolfclaw had been chosen to be deputy of IvyClan, even mentioning Blackheart, who Wolfclaw himself thought was a good warrior. He growled lightly at the last words of his father, especially at the insult towards Owlstar, his cousin, and he was tempted to say something to defend his cousin and leader's honor. After all, he was a bit over-protective of her, considering she was the only family he had. He shrugged his shoulders, "How am I supposed to know why I was chosen?" he said. "Owlstar had her own reasons." he added, tail lashing slightly.

When all hope begins to shatter, know that I won't be afraid. IvyClan Deputy Biography x Mentions: Scarpelt

credit to Laura of Adox