Tourmalinecrow The name fit like a glove, the corvid, her bird, loud, crazy, hated. It was like a dream realized a part of her accepted she did not even know she had rejected. She relished in its glow, finally a warrior, having earned the respect she deserved. Just another step upon her path to queen. She was sure now, that the throne would be hers, if she had the strength to claw her way to it, and she did, undoubtedly she did. "Look at me now mother." she murmured to herself, as the ceremony continued bestowing her fellow warriors with their own names, their dopey grins and determined scowls, poor attempts at control. They would amount to nothing. But she, Tourmalinecrow, would have power over them all. We'll see who's smiling then, she thought ruefully, remembering with a twinge of hatred the taunting she had endured as a kit. Yes, they would see who was smiling then. The crazy crow of Urchinclans sea-side insanity, watched Marlinstar complete her speech and jump from her perch upon the spire of stone, her mismatched amber gaze lingering on that spot that promised absolute power. The throne that would one day be hers.
