Hornstab's Links
Grand-daughter. Good warrior. Never make way fer anyone. Push through. We're worthy of the utmost respect. Why? Cuz we demand it. Anyone who suggests y' settle fer less, just show em who's boss. ... She won't do that, but it's nice t' instill the sentiment.
Grandma! She raised me. She's a bit tough, but you can tell she cares about me and the rest of the family, if you pay close attention. She doesn't think she has much time left, but she's been saying that for quite a while. I'm... not ever going to be ready for that.
Embarrassed t' admit I raised this mess of a creature, but here we are. He's had his moments, don't worry. It's not all stink and awful teeth. Y'know them's your bones, Tumble. Yer not supposed to lose em. Pick em up and put em back in.
Adoptive grandmother, though I never had any adoptive parents, jus' a similar deal to Cactus where our parents didn't want us. She's real tough n scary, doesn't hunt me down when I'm slackin' like she used to no more. Gettin' old.
Great-granddaughter. This one's a good warrior. Rest of em were... ehh. Well, there was only one o me too, and now kid, there's only gonna be one of you. I'd like t' be confident that you're gonna make sure they all remember that.
Great-grandma. I heard she was the greatest back in the day. Nowadays she's still the greatest, but more in like an oldest sort of way. There's somethin real special about being the one to have seen the most sunsets.
Hm. Who's this one again? FlareClan deputy? Geez, you'd think a deputy ought to know enough t' not haveta go 'n ask little old ladies fer help in the next clan over. Lucky fer you, I'm not a little old lady. I'm a ripped old lady.
"Respect."
Hm. That boy's Tumble's blood relative. The parents didn't want the first one n' threw him out, but it seems they kept this one, least 'til he decided he wanted t' leave. Can't imagine why. That was a sample of my "dry humor."
"I wish she'd stop looking at me like that... it's intimidating, y'know? I'm trying, okay...?"
My last apprentice. They vanished... why're they back now? It's all just real creepy t' me. It's not StarClan, and it's certainly not natural. I never trained another appren'ice after I lost 'em. But as y' can see, apparently, they're livin'.
Who?
Great-granddaughter, namesake. The mantle's been taken up, in the sense that I am still holdin' the other end of it, so kid, y'better be ready fer when I drop it. Y'know, I used to be a bright-eyed young warrior m'self. Whatever happened...
Maternal great-grandmother, eponym.
Daughter. I had m' two kids as a favor t' a friend who wanted em. Sheeproot was the most regrettable part of that deal. Acted like a petulant child 'til the very end, which was senior warriorhood, fer the record, 'n there ain't nobody missin' her.
Mother.
Great-grandchild. Well. I certainly hope you n Lambcloud enjoyed spendin' yer whole life sleepin' the days away. I only do that now cuz I gotta. Now, that Ram kid, he knew how to live, least, in theory that is. Key point they all missed was t' keep breathin'.
Great-grandmother.