All of them, colors of black and grey, staring at him, with unrelenting eyes.
He himself, waited. He sat there, staring up at the ledge. Waiting for his leader to say it.
He sat there, a mixture of patiently, and impatiently, and unknowingly. Previous events still played in his head, as he watched. All he could hear was the sounds of the fighting, in his head. The sounds of the screams. The pounding feeling of pain and the feeling of warm blood dripping down his face, snaking down as it cooled. The sounds...it was all he could manage.
For during most of it he couldn't see, anymore.
Anything he could see now, he clung to. He wouldn't let anything happen to his other eye.
"Greywhisker," the larger yellow cat started. "It has come to my attention that your name is no longer suited to you." He began, looming over the entire group. Everyone there. "It is my duty to bestow upon you a new name, more befitting to your appearance." He almost seemed to sneer at the sight of his warrior's face. Greywhisker held back a frown, holding back any signs of weakness in front of his clan. "Come here." He beckoned with his paw. Greywhisker stood up, and strode with as much pride as he possibly could, wincing in pain every time he stepped on his injured foot. He nearly slipped, but cobbled his way back up onto the rock.
Cornstalk took a good look at him, staring at every spot on his body. Looking him up and down, side to side, angle to angle. Then, he looked at his face, and held back a wince. "Truly, a sight to behold.." he muttered. Nobody else heard that. He closed his eyes, and reopened them with a sigh.
"Spirits of StarClan, you know every cat by name. I ask you now to take away the name from the cat you see before you, for it no longer stands for what he is. By my authority as Clan leader, and with the approval of our warrior ancestors, I give this cat a new name."
He stared, nameless, waiting for the new name his leader would give him. He hoped it wouldn't be anything too bad..
"From this moment on you will be known as Brokenface." He stated, an eerie chill in his voice.
WHAT?! Greywhisker looked mortified. He stared in shock, a mortified expression on his face. He wanted to object, but didn't know how. "What?!" Some cats in the audience cried out. "But-" he felt his throat tighten. "But sir-" He tried to protest. "NO. The decision is mine, and it has been made. From now on you are known as Brokenface!"
He stared, his tail swishing in anger. "You are all dismissed." He said, watching his clan depart back to their respective dens.
Brokenface stood up, turning towards the warriors den. "Ah!" He turned to look at Cornstalk. "You, scratched-face, are going to the apprentices den tonight," he stated with a cold bark. "You aren't bringing anymore shame to my people for a while." He stared at him imperatively, waiting him for to obey his order. Dejectedly, his tail drooping, he walked towards the apprentices den. "O-Of course, sir..." he whimpered.
