Hello, everyone. I'm Bonetooth, a warrior. I belong to the Sierra Travelers Clan, and my duty is patrolling through gang territories. Yes, it's dangerous, but it never ceases to excite me. Giving roundhouse kicks and etc. to these gang bullies is so addicting and it plows off any issues I had on any given day. My leader, Sunrise knew that this kind of work is difficult to manage with all gang borders in all of New York, but that's why I was given a apprentice; Ghostpaw.
Now, Ghostpaw may have a edgy temper at times, but he means well once he joins me on patrol missions. He has done remarkably, and I knew he's soon to receive his warrior name, for he had done many years with me, learning things every day, his experience growing.
For me, I learned that it was my turn only three months after Swiftfang left for her world. You heard me. Warriors go to many dimensional worlds, based on movies, shows, books, you name it. I was to go to the world of 'Gargoyles'. I have been a lover of the tv show ever since it first came on, and for some reason, I felt a very strong kinship with Macbeth, and somehow Luach, his son felt familiar to me like I knew him in a way. I had a combination of awe, respect, fear toward Demona. And for the Manhattan gargoyles, I had seemingly found a kindred spirit in Brooklyn, and a admiration of respect for Angela.
It was a late January day, the park snow-filled, the pond and lake frozen, and most animals hibernating, silent for the winter. I bundled into two layers, a heavy-cotton green coat, a soft fleeced white sweater, with a sleeved red shirt, blue jeans, brown moccasin boots, a hearty cotton blue-green beanie. My bicolored eyes sparkled, and my short black hair peeked out. Hidden with my shirt is my totem necklace which is a incredible-crafted gargoyle of wood, painted in silver and black, and alongside it, is a mini shield, which the background is light red, with two narrow stripes of dark blue, one on top, another on bottom. And finally, four jagged claw marks in silver, symbolizing the gargoyle mark, and on the top lining of the shield, rests a solid crown of golden-white, symbolizing Macbeth's royalty line. It was a designed drawing of mine, and I took it to the totem creators, and they did it wonderfully.
Ghostpaw had joined me on one final patrol mission I intended to do. He was bundled similarly like me, only with his footwear being black huntsman boots, and his beanie being a brownish-grey. Now, we were returning back to HQ, with Ghostpaw excited for his totem warrior ceremony after I had told him that I will inform Sunrise of his progress earlier today.
We zoomed back down by elevator, shedding our clothes in the newly mudroom next door after an warrior pointed out the exhausting mess of snow-melted water and dirt leaving on the floor, much to the warrior's frustration. We headed to the cafeteria, famished for lunch. I found Sunrise while Ghostpaw left to talk with some apprentices.
She gave me a curious look, and I gestured widely that the mission was a big deal. She raised both eyebrows at that in interest. I sat down, breakingly eating lunch and telling Sunrise of Ghostpaw's incredible progress in the mission. When I finished, Sunrise looked thoughtful, and seemed to have a lengthy brain rush, which I call for a idea train ride in the brain.
She shook her head, and smiled widely as she replied that she had gotten the perfect name for my soon- be ex apprentice. I gave it a thought, and approved it. Sunrise nodded, and told me that I should get changed and prepared for the trip to my world. I grinned at that, finished my lunch and left, heading to my room.