Username: vympyre
Cat Name: Ghostwhisper
Gender: male
Rank: warrior
Clan: wasteclanAge: 15 moons
Prompt:When Wasteclan first came to the valley, Ghostwhisper was only an apprentice. The vast territory was new and exciting; you could feel the magic in the air, and with each new turn there seemed to be new secrets to uncover. Very quickly, the cats of Wasteclan became aware of some of the acute dangers. Many of the mineshafts in the east mountains were old and bound to collapse at any moment, the old twoleg farm was home to a few feral dogs... but most interesting to the young Ghostpaw was a large, dead oak that Wasteclan named "the ghost tree". The oracle sternly warned the clan not to approach it under any circumstances, and naturally, Ghostpaw was curious.
On a cool summer evening, he snuck away, not telling a single soul of his plans as he quickly traveled to the old tree. As he approached, the air seemed to grow colder, the sounds of crickets ceasing to an eerie silence as the dead oak and its twisting branches loomed ahead. Hesitantly, the apprentice approached, captivated by the knots in the tree that seemed to twist into a terrifying face. He stared so long that he didnt pay attention to his footing, and a sharp jolt of pain shot through him suddenly as his front paw slipped through a large crack in the rocky, dry ground. The tree's face seemed to twist into an evil grin as Ghostpaw sat, stuck and unable to free himself from the ridge.
The night seemed to go on forever, with Ghostpaw struggling aimlessly to escape. With each tug at his paw, a jolt of pain shot through him, causing him to cry. It wasnt until noon the following morning, when his mentor finally came to rescue him, after finding his place in the apprentice's den empty that morning.
