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Clean, G11
ReaperSmile went by a different name, not so long ago. He was born into a clan called CavernClan, as GhostKit. He had two sisters, Roachkit and Bonekit, both not born a primal like he was. There was a rule in Cavernclan, one made and enforced out of fear. All mutated lions were to be killed. AuburnBeetle had rejected this, and fought to save his son, escaping to the Savannah where Ghostkit was raised. While his father struggled and starved, he allowed Ghostkit to grow, and grow he did. Soon Ghostpaw was big enough to take down large prey on his own, even as an apprentice.
This is where the problems began. Seeing a primals true abilities, and being raised in fear of them, AuburnBeetle had begun to shy away from his son. Ghostpaw tried to impress him, regain his affections, but nothing seemed to work. He didnt understand why. he was strong enough to overpower his father and any predator that might attack them, he could provide for the two, lions trembled in his wake. All things that seemed to drive AuburnBeetle farther from him. One day his father mentioned returning to Cavernclan, an idea that hurt the now adult GhostTalon. Cavernclan was cruel, and hated lions like him. Why would his father choose them over his own son? They fought, and GhostTalon mentioned the idea of forming their own clan, taking some territory for themselves. AuburnBeetle seemed to withdrawl even more.
The next morning his father was gone, and like a scared and lost little kid, GhostTalon followed what little trail he left. He had never been alone before, or so scared. He made the mistake of letting that fear grow into anger. When he reached Cavernclan, he prowled in the shadows for longer than he cared to admit, watching the lions all operate in their daily lives. They acted so normally, it was hard to believe they had such horrid ideals. It angered GhostTalon even more. He heard cats gossiping to one another about how his father had managed to rejoin, being that he finally killed his son after realizing his mistake.
That was possibly what hurt GhostTalon most, as he knew there was something deeper in his fathers lie. AuburnBeetle had truly wished he had killed him. Perhaps wished he’d never left Cavernclan to begin with. GhostTalon had entered the Cavernclan clearing planning to confront him in from of all his peers, to out him, to make him suffer the consequences of his actions. GhostTalon hadnt planned to shed any blood that day. But Cavernclan attacked, and AuburnBeetle did nothing. What else could GhostTalon have done? These cats wanted to kill him, were trying to kill him. He was just defending himself.
He’ll never forget how scared he was, how lowly he felt. And when he stared into his fathers angry gaze he felt like the monster Cavernclan accused him of being, the monster his father accused him of being. he tried one last time, begging AuburnBeetle to come with him, that he was sorry. When his father attacked, he was truly shaken. He was too scared to defend himself, so he ran. GhostTalon was alone now, for the first time. Truly alone.
He traveled pointlessly for months, stalking around the Savannah, only eating whatever carrion or small rodent came his way. He dwelled on his actions, on his fathers actions, for so long. He was only grounded when pounced on by an older lioness, who snuck up on him around a rocky outcropping. While at first GhostTalon thought it was another lion trying to kill him for what he was, the sight of cubs trembling in hiding sobered him, and he backed off.
The lioness was… uneasy, to say the least. And weakened by hunger, and age.GhostTalon had hardly spent time trying to talk to lions other than his father, so his attempts at conversation were…awkward. The lioness seemed to relax though, chalking him up to some stupid kid. She let GhostTalon stay with her, so long as he hunted for them all while she watched her cubs. It was something he took pleasure in doing, caring for someone again. She told him her name was CrowFur, and he, burdened by his sins and feeling disconnected from his father greatly, told her his name was ReaperSmile. They joked about the name for awhile, and the cubs eventually grew up and wandered off. The two stayed together though, in the same outland.
It had become home, and there, ReaperSmile began to heal. More lions passed through, some stayed, and in some of the harshest of places a home was made. He had begun learning more about himself, and others like him. He, like any other lion, wasnt born evil, or incapable of learning to be better.
Crowfur insisted that their little group would become a clan one day. ReaperSmile is still doubtful.
ReaperSmile’s Mentor: AuburnBeetle
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