Omniprescent, in a sense. But he was only interested in the affairs of the Thunderlands. He heard cries of pain, of oppression, cries that were not meant to be those attributed to a Clan of tenacity and pride. He had left his own earthly form down here, and he gave up his morality for eternal peace. He had to loosen his earthly chain to achieve this, but still, his powers were bounded to his soul. His body lay underground somewhere, but his soul and conscious was immortal.
Some may not believe it. Some may think it was an accidental freak of nature. But for some, it may help foster hope, to think that this is proof that their deceased former leader is watching over them and blessing their cause.
There was a Sanguine Ruiner of ordinary rank about to offer a still-alive ThunderClanner as an offering to the Red God. Just as the blood of the Thunderlander was about to spill from the claws and knives of this tabby Sanguine Ruiner, a flash of lighting struck the Ruiner in pure daylight. The electricity stunned it and left him dead on the ground. The Thunderlander was able to get away free. To any who happened to see this, there was another flash, where the lightning appeared to form the figure of a German shepherd standing tall and proud. On the ground, there was a mark etched next to the Ruiner, the emblem of the Thunderlands, a lightning strike and an eagle.
Deutschland had always hated such barbarous and uncivilized practices. If he could prevent it and shake faith in the red god, he would have been pleased to do so.