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BEAR.
October 4th, 2016, 12:31 AM
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Zero
December 15th, 2016, 05:55 AM
(Just so that staff know, they will not be contacting StarClan, we're here to give North his full name. They will sleep but StarClan will not come to them in their dreams.)


Zerosight quietly, and almost sneakily, padded toward the StarCave, pausing just slightly at the top of the hill that would slowly slope down until they came upon the opening. He turned to make sure Northpaw was following, knowing that he as an apprentice had struggled with the journey. When he had been a full medicine cat the journey had been done easily, with very little thought put into it, and now it was becoming harder for him once again. Of course, Northpaw had been here before, and he was grown up now; the journey was probably fairly easy to him now.
Taking a deep breath it and out, to slow his heartbeat, he listened. It was eerily silent, the only sound being a slight breeze that rustled the branchs of the trees. No whispering... The medicine cat swallowed hard, his blind blue eyes worried. "No talking unless necessary from this point out, okay?" He meowed, what he usually meowed before they entered the cave. Zero always felt it better not to talk when in the sacred area, knowing they could talk once they left the cave. Of course, the tom was going to break that rule tonight, to do the one exception.

Hexict
December 15th, 2016, 09:26 AM
Zero to Hero

The dark apprentice flicked his tail as they entered the Starcave. He had mixed and conflicting emotions about what was to happen next. He was excited since this meant he was earning his full medicine cat name - yet he knew that Ratnight would punish them for doing such a thing. Especially right after he outlawed any belief in Starclan. Northpaw quivered at both the thought of earning his name and of him and his mentor being punished by their tyrannical leader.

The young tom gave a quick nod as he was told not to speak from this point onward. Zerosight... He silently thought, almost as if he was speaking to his mentor despite not actually talking as they made their way through the darkness towards the area where the ceremony would take place. He was debated on what to say to the black tom. He didn't want to seem ungrateful and point out that they would be swiftly punished if their leader - or rather any clan mate that was his follow - found out about this. In fact,he was grateful, very grateful. He had spent moons training with Zerosight and grew to care for the older tom, seeing him as sort of a father.

But he was afraid. He didn't want to get punished in fear of being killed - which was a natural fear - but he also didn't want Zerosight to be harmed either while doing this for him. We could just wait... wait until everything settles down back at camp, maybe than Ratnight will also realize what he's said and how crazy it is! But he had this terrible sinking feeling about all these new leaders and what they were doing.

But instead he gave a small smile to Zerosight. His whole time as a medicine cat apprentice, Starclan has been quite... silent. He never really came into contact with them despite the fact that every medicine cat has come into contact with their ancestors. Though he let his recent paranoia blame Bucknight and Blazingnight - the first leaders with those strange suffixes who became leader before he took the role as Zerosight's apprentice. But this might be his chances to do so.

Though of course it would be when Starclan was outlawed in the clans.

Thank you, Northpaw continued his silent conversation, his smile was genuine but a bit on the weak side due to the stress and worries he held for his clan as well as the others. Thank you so much for everything, he he added the last part, he didn't know why his voice seemed to break slightly. He blinked his autumn orbs and shook out his dark grey pelt.

Zero
December 15th, 2016, 04:55 PM
Zerosight silently padded down the cool tunnel, toward the center of the Starcave. He knew the way by heart, but was taking it slow, wanting to relish in the moment that he would likely not see again for a long time, or at least he assumed. Not unless some savior came out from nowhere to release them from the captive of their evil leaders, but that was a crazy notion.

The silence of his ancestors was eeiry, and he almost wanted to turn tail and run. The only sound that could be heard was their breathing, and the silent dripping noise of water from deep within the tunnel. The wind blew through from behind them, making a hollow whistling noise that raised the hair on the back of his neck. It had never been this silent before. However, he was able to continue onward, knowing that this was an important moment for both him and his apprentice.

They reached the main part of the starcave after a few moments of walking, and he went up to the crystal in the middle eagarly. The tom slowed to a halt beside in and sat, turning and 'looking' at Northpaw as he made his way to stand beside him. "Northpaw," He meowed after a moment, his voice echoing in the silence. "You are grown up now, and you deserve your full name. Believe it or not, you are not a little kit anymore and have come a long way from those many moons ago when we met. I couldn't have been more lucky of a mentor." His voice was heavy with emotion; a mix of happiness, excitement, and also a bit of sadness that this meant their time together was reaching the road to the end.

The tom cleared his throat, sitting up straighter. "I, Zerosight, medicine cat of ThunderClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice." He almost looked around in fear as if one of the evil leaders were watching, but he knew that he was safe here. "He has trained hard to understand the ways of a medicine cat, and with your help he will serve his Clan for many moons to come."

The tom continued, his voice ringing clear and loud in the cave. "Northpaw, do you promise to uphold the ways of a medicine cat, to stand apart from rivalry between Clan and Clan and to protect all cats equally, even at the cost of your life?"

Hexict
December 16th, 2016, 06:36 AM
Zero to Hero

As they made their way towards the center of the cave in silence, the younger tom also felt the eerie tone around them. He shifted his weight as he followed his mentor, trying not to seem too unsettled by the silence of the place. Like Zerosight, he had never been here in such silence. Though he did spend most of his time in the medicine den along with Zerosight, it wasn't always so quite. They usually spoke or had patients so the apprentice never really experienced such silence. It was a bit unnerving.

He blinked as they approached the center, and the younger tom had to hold himself back from bounding over to it like an excited kit. Instead, he shook his fur out and watched Zerosight carefully, not wanting to embarrass himself during this important time. As the medicine cat reached the center and turned towards Northpaw, the tabby neared him, autumn orbs wide with interest. This would be his first medicine cat naming ceremony that he's been a part of and he wasn't exactly sure what he was suppose to do so he tried his best to mimic the warrior and apprentice ceremonies.

Northpaw stood a bit straighter when his mentor's voice rang across the cave in the start of the ceremony. He felt a surge of his own pride for himself. The tom had feared he wouldn't be enough to succeed his mentor, but it gave him some encouragement as he was about to earn his full medicine cat name. He wished he could run over towards Surgestorm when this was over and show off his new name - whatever it may be - but he was reminded that he could not so at a time like this.

Does Starclan hear him? Will they visit us tonight and show their approval of me? The tom knew how silent Starclan had been towards them, and started to worry that perhaps they might not even bother to show to the naming of a medicine cat. Or maybe they would and claim they disprove of him. But their silence might also show their disapproval... if this happens, will Zerosight drop me as his apprentice? He did not wish to think that his mentor would quickly drop him in order to please Starclan. What am I saying? Of course he wouldn't! Northpaw forced himself to calm down.

Everything that was happening with their new leaders was making him so paranoid.

The charcoal apprentice listened carefully to the last part. This was part that he'd have to vow to. He noted that it was slightly different from the vow that new warriors and apprentices had to make, but he liked this one better anyway. of course, the last part was one of those parts where you never think of. When would he even have to risk his life to protect another cat? If there was a fight, it would be left to the warriors while medicine cats would be relatively safe and just healing cats. But he did agree with everything else. He was one of those cats that didn't entirely understand the borders and didn't stereotype the other clans. Plus, he enjoyed healing cats and making them feel better. It wasn't a difficult choice.

"I do," Northpaw's voice was so sure as he answered this, and he seemed to able to stand just a bit more taller as he mewed the simply yet binding words.

Zero
December 17th, 2016, 08:49 AM
It was quiet, but a tiny wave of whispers floated across Zerosight's ears, which instantly pleased the tom. At Northpaw's strong "I do," they spoke up again as if to voice their approval.

"Then by the powers of StarClan I give you your true name as a medicine cat. Northpaw, from this moment you will be known as Northpath." He paused and listened quietly for a moment, hoping Northpaw approved of his choice in name. It wasn't every day that he got to name a cat, but he figured that this name fit.

"StarClan honors your courage, determination, dedication, energy, honesty, intelligience, kindness, loyalty, patience... and wisdom," The medicine cat trailed off a bit, blushing as he realized he was rambling. "And we welcome you as a full medicine cat of ThunderClan."

Usually, the other medicine cats were with them when the name ceremony was done, and would begin to congratulate the tom, but unfortunately they were not. Instead, Zerosight spoke up. "Congragulations Northpaw..." He meowed, leaning forward to touch his nose to his apprentice's forehead. "I'm really proud of you."

Hexict
December 17th, 2016, 12:42 PM
Zero to Hero

The tom could hardly wait to hear what his new name was going to be. He honestly didn't know what would sound to good with his prefix, but was sure that whatever name Zerosight gave him, he would love nonetheless. He continued to shift his one his paws, though it was mostly in excitement rather than his fear of Ratnight.

His ears perked and he strained them in order to hear as he heard some faint whispers. Northpaw could see that Zerosight looked pleased by the whispers. Is that what Starclan sounds like when they approve? Though he couldn't be entirely sure he had even heard anything since it had been faint to his own ears.

But he quickly put that thought aside when his mentor continued to the naming part of the ceremony. His tail twitched when Zerosight informed him that he would now announce his new name - the name of a full medicine cat, though he would still be technically Zerosight's apprentice despite his knowledge, but he was fine with that and loved his mentor. He was glad that he'd still work under Zerosight and that he would be second that others would come to for medical attention. His mentor was much more experienced when it came to healing.

Northpath, the newly named tom looked clearly pleased by this name. He liked the way it sounded and how it rang on the cave when Zerosight announced it. He wished to thank his mentor for the name and the training, but he decided to hold that until he was finished with the ceremony. It would be rude for the younger tom to interrupt him, especially during such an important time in his own life.

Northpath blushed as he was complimented - similar to when anyone would compliment him. His chest felt warmed as he listened to Zerosight close the ceremony and watched him with kind autumn orbs. Though he doubted that he was all his mentor was saying he was, believing that he mentor saw him through rose colored glasses. AS Zerosight exclaimed that Thunderclan welcomed him as a full medicine cat now, he knew that it was over. The ceremony had been quick, but it was still one of the most important moments in his young life.

"Thanks you," he purred softly as Zerosight congratulated him. "For everything..." he added on the last part he had thought earlier. He licked his mentor's shoulder and waved his tail, continuing to not thin of Ratnight nor what was going on back at camp. Northpath was only in the moment.

Clover
December 23rd, 2016, 06:57 PM
Geckoleaf slowly entered the glittering cave, her paws unsure of the path she had not traveled for many moons. But memory served her well, and soon, she and Russetswirl were in the belly of the cavernous opening. A smile spread across the she-cat's face; many fond memories from younger days swirled through her mind. She remembered coming as a newly named apprentice, to be accepted by her ancestors, and then again to receive her full name. Looking back to assure he was following, she then looked back towards the cavern, and continued down to the stone, careful to avoid the various crystals poking out of the stone. Carefully, she crossed the flat clearing at the bottom, the ethereal light of cave giving it a strange glow. She paused for a moment, both to allow Russetswirl to catch u, and to simply enjoy being there. She had always felt peaceful and calm in the Starcave; it had always been obvious to the tabby molly that StarClans presence was here, and this was a sacred place. She moved a few steps forward, until she was in front of a large, dark crystal, with flecks of color underneath the deep varnish on top. She could see a slight depression where many cats before her had touched their nose to it. Turning to Russetswirl, she offered him a slight smile. "It's time," Geckoleaf whispered, softly, her breathy voice surprisingly loud in the stark silence of the cave. It one smooth motion, she pressed her nose to the stone, obviously expecting the warrior to follow. She felt her body slump, and her mind pulled into a dream.

Fel
December 23rd, 2016, 07:50 PM
Geckoleaf slowly entered the glittering cave, her paws unsure of the path she had not traveled for many moons. But memory served her well, and soon, she and Russetswirl were in the belly of the cavernous opening. A smile spread across the she-cat's face; many fond memories from younger days swirled through her mind. She remembered coming as a newly named apprentice, to be accepted by her ancestors, and then again to receive her full name. Looking back to assure he was following, she then looked back towards the cavern, and continued down to the stone, careful to avoid the various crystals poking out of the stone. Carefully, she crossed the flat clearing at the bottom, the ethereal light of cave giving it a strange glow. She paused for a moment, both to allow Russetswirl to catch u, and to simply enjoy being there. She had always felt peaceful and calm in the Starcave; it had always been obvious to the tabby molly that StarClans presence was here, and this was a sacred place. She moved a few steps forward, until she was in front of a large, dark crystal, with flecks of color underneath the deep varnish on top. She could see a slight depression where many cats before her had touched their nose to it. Turning to Russetswirl, she offered him a slight smile. "It's time," Geckoleaf whispered, softly, her breathy voice surprisingly loud in the stark silence of the cave. It one smooth motion, she pressed her nose to the stone, obviously expecting the warrior to follow. She felt her body slump, and her mind pulled into a dream.
He was absolutely nervous- who wouldn’t be, with all of this responsibility suddenly crashing down onto your shoulders at a time like this? Riverclan was just beginning to recover, and he had been thrust into a leading role, having to take charge of a clan that needed time for it’s wounds to heal. Starclan was still fresh in their minds from having been liberated by a new clan, one that would have to be received with diplomatic measures now that they were settling quite closer to their own home, and another war might mean the end of their world, as they knew it. Stepping into the Starcave behind Geckoleaf, his tail flicked back and forth between the narrow entrance, before lifting his gaze up towards the magnificent stone which stood in front of him. It was a beautiful crystal, which almost seemed to reflect the souls of their ancestors before even being able to slip into a state of dreaming, to wait for the starry cats who guided him to confirm that he was the leader of Riverclan, now- and that he couldn’t back down from a task that was this big. He had to do it, for his friends, family, and for the sake of his clan. “I’m ready.” He breathed quietly, stepping into the center of the cave and pressing his nose onto the gem carefully, closing his eyes. In almost an instant, he wasn’t in the cave anymore- opening his eyes, the world around him was strikingly familiar to that of his dream beforehand, when he’d been told to take care of his clan. Hello, Starclan.

spade
December 23rd, 2016, 07:51 PM
fenic!

Still as bubbly and energetic as she was during her short time in RiverClan, the fluffy Willowpaw bounded out of the shadows. Starts glittered in her fur and in her eyes, and a broad smile broke out as she spotted her former mentor. "Russetswirl!" she purred, almost shaking with excitement. Ever since her unfortunate drowning, she had watched her former mentor go through all of the trials and tribulations of the past few moons, hoping and praying that he would turn out okay. And now, here he was, the new leader of RiverClan. A purr rumbled deep in her chest as she stopped in front of the older tom, staring up at him with admiration shining in her eyes. When she had been chosen to deliver the first life to Russetswirl, a sense of honor and humbleness washed over her. Even though she hadn't trained with Russetswirl for too long before her unfortunate demise, she still thought of him as the best mentor and the best candidate to bring RiverClan back onto the path of StarClan.

Snapping back to the present, the young Starclan apprentice smiled softly as she began her duty. "We are all so proud to see how far you have come, and I am honored to present you with the life of mentorship," she began, happiness seeming to radiate from within ever fiber of her being. "May you use it well to train all the cats of your Clan, young and old." As she finished, Willowpaw stretched her neck forward to touch her nose to Russetswirls to formerly deliver the life. The transition of the life from inside of her to Russetswirl passed seamlessly through her, although she was well aware of the pain it would cause Russetswirl. He would indeed feel the heavy weight of training all types of cats - from those who were stubborn to those who were natural born warriors.

As the life ebbed into the new RiverClan leader, Willowpaw stepped back and gave one last smile to her former mentor. "Thank you so much for everything you have taught me. Always know that everything you have gone through, has not been in vein," she purred to him and dipped her head. The she-cat wanted to stay longer and comfort her mentor - she had watched him grieve over her drowned body when it was found by a RiverClan patrol, but she was glad that he could at least see that she was okay, and happy in StarClan. With a last wave of her tail and a sweet smile that was so genuinely Willowpaw, the fluffy she-cat disappeared back into the surrounding mist, among the eyes that circled around the new leader.

Fel
December 23rd, 2016, 08:24 PM
@fenic!

Still as bubbly and energetic as she was during her short time in RiverClan, the fluffy Willowpaw bounded out of the shadows. Starts glittered in her fur and in her eyes, and a broad smile broke out as she spotted her former mentor. "Russetswirl!" she purred, almost shaking with excitement. Ever since her unfortunate drowning, she had watched her former mentor go through all of the trials and tribulations of the past few moons, hoping and praying that he would turn out okay. And now, here he was, the new leader of RiverClan. A purr rumbled deep in her chest as she stopped in front of the older tom, staring up at him with admiration shining in her eyes. When she had been chosen to deliver the first life to Russetswirl, a sense of honor and humbleness washed over her. Even though she hadn't trained with Russetswirl for too long before her unfortunate demise, she still thought of him as the best mentor and the best candidate to bring RiverClan back onto the path of StarClan.

Snapping back to the present, the young Starclan apprentice smiled softly as she began her duty. "We are all so proud to see how far you have come, and I am honored to present you with the life of mentorship," she began, happiness seeming to radiate from within ever fiber of her being. "May you use it well to train all the cats of your Clan, young and old." As she finished, Willowpaw stretched her neck forward to touch her nose to Russetswirls to formerly deliver the life. The transition of the life from inside of her to Russetswirl passed seamlessly through her, although she was well aware of the pain it would cause Russetswirl. He would indeed feel the heavy weight of training all types of cats - from those who were stubborn to those who were natural born warriors.

As the life ebbed into the new RiverClan leader, Willowpaw stepped back and gave one last smile to her former mentor. "Thank you so much for everything you have taught me. Always know that everything you have gone through, has not been in vein," she purred to him and dipped her head. The she-cat wanted to stay longer and comfort her mentor - she had watched him grieve over her drowned body when it was found by a RiverClan patrol, but she was glad that he could at least see that she was okay, and happy in StarClan. With a last wave of her tail and a sweet smile that was so genuinely Willowpaw, the fluffy she-cat disappeared back into the surrounding mist, among the eyes that circled around the new leader.

Taking a deep breath as he looked around what he'd appeared into, and the stars around him, a familiar face came into view- one he hadn't seen for a while now. She wasn't a part of his family, but it always felt like she'd been, an apprentice of his who'd drowned in the river shortly after one of their training sessions. He'd known her as a kit, playing with his own first litter in the nursery while he helped out Shellfeather with the younger ones. "...Willowpaw." He breathed, beaming in joy as she stood there, one of the cat's he'd grieved over looking as happy as one who was still alive. I've missed you- but you're okay, right? Living among the stars here, with everyone else who's passed. He ws about to try and ask her something, but decided instead to keep his mouth shut- he didn't want to possibly interrupt the ceremony, or end up doing something wrong.

Letting the deceased apprentice touch her nose to his, the tom's eyes widened as a flash of energy burst into his body, like he could run and hunt for hours. At first, it was a refreshing feeling for the soon-to-be leader, but then memories of fighting alongside those you've trained, the way you needed to protect those you helped to learn, it sliced into him like a wound. Lurching over in a barrage of pain, different memories about training his apprentices came to mind- it was Speckledpaw, Willowpaw, Crowpaw, and finally Rainpaw- he'd given his all to train them, and he could feel every single session he'd ever hosted wracking his body, the pain of defending the life of those who had yet to learn what they needed to.

However, this didn't last as long as he thought it would- and after a few moments of excruciating pain, it ended up subsiding into a small murmur, which allowed him to open his eyes again, standing up straight in a slower manner, and letting out a deep breath as he watched Willowpaw step away, reaching out to the apprentice as she disappeared into the mist. "I'm sorry I let you die." He murmured to the molly, eyes filled with sympathy as he left. Gazing into the crowd of watching eyes, he wondered... who's next?

The Cannibal
December 23rd, 2016, 09:03 PM
Taking a deep breath as he looked around what he'd appeared into, and the stars around him, a familiar face came into view- one he hadn't seen for a while now. She wasn't a part of his family, but it always felt like she'd been, an apprentice of his who'd drowned in the river shortly after one of their training sessions. He'd known her as a kit, playing with his own first litter in the nursery while he helped out Shellfeather with the younger ones. "...Willowpaw." He breathed, beaming in joy as she stood there, one of the cat's he'd grieved over looking as happy as one who was still alive. I've missed you- but you're okay, right? Living among the stars here, with everyone else who's passed. He ws about to try and ask her something, but decided instead to keep his mouth shut- he didn't want to possibly interrupt the ceremony, or end up doing something wrong.

Letting the deceased apprentice touch her nose to his, the tom's eyes widened as a flash of energy burst into his body, like he could run and hunt for hours. At first, it was a refreshing feeling for the soon-to-be leader, but then memories of fighting alongside those you've trained, the way you needed to protect those you helped to learn, it sliced into him like a wound. Lurching over in a barrage of pain, different memories about training his apprentices came to mind- it was Speckledpaw, Willowpaw, Crowpaw, and finally Rainpaw- he'd given his all to train them, and he could feel every single session he'd ever hosted wracking his body, the pain of defending the life of those who had yet to learn what they needed to.

However, this didn't last as long as he thought it would- and after a few moments of excruciating pain, it ended up subsiding into a small murmur, which allowed him to open his eyes again, standing up straight in a slower manner, and letting out a deep breath as he watched Willowpaw step away, reaching out to the apprentice as she disappeared into the mist. "I'm sorry I let you die." He murmured to the molly, eyes filled with sympathy as he left. Gazing into the crowd of watching eyes, he wondered... who's next?

Stepping out of the shadows after Willowpaw had given her gift to the new leader was a cat that the tom very likely didn't know, though perhaps he had seen her at gatherings, a kind she-cat who was always seen around young cats, telling them stories and playing with them, a cat by the name of Daisyfrost. The brown tortoiseshell approached with a warm, comforting smile on her muzzle and her tail held high above her head. This cat had been killed during the fire that raged across Thunderclan, having been murdered by a dark forest worshiping apprentice when she was weak from smoke inhalation, trying to catch back up with the clan in their evacuation. But now she was restored to her youth, restored to an unscathed, uninjured cat who no longer hurt.
"Greetings Russetswirl." Meowed the she-cat in a voice so gentle it had the power to lull a kit to sleep in mere seconds, no matter how feisty the youngster may be.

"With this life I give you love. Use it well to care for your clan when they need it the most, use it to strengthen those that are lonely and most of all, let it guide your heart." When the she-cat finished, she slowly craned her head forward to touch her nose to him to transfer the second life unto him.

After it had been given, she would flash a loving grin and step back into the misty grounds of Starclan to make way for the next life.

Fel
December 23rd, 2016, 09:33 PM
Stepping out of the shadows after Willowpaw had given her gift to the new leader was a cat that the tom very likely didn't know, though perhaps he had seen her at gatherings, a kind she-cat who was always seen around young cats, telling them stories and playing with them, a cat by the name of Daisyfrost. The brown tortoiseshell approached with a warm, comforting smile on her muzzle and her tail held high above her head. This cat had been killed during the fire that raged across Thunderclan, having been murdered by a dark forest worshiping apprentice when she was weak from smoke inhalation, trying to catch back up with the clan in their evacuation. But now she was restored to her youth, restored to an unscathed, uninjured cat who no longer hurt.
"Greetings Russetswirl." Meowed the she-cat in a voice so gentle it had the power to lull a kit to sleep in mere seconds, no matter how feisty the youngster may be.

"With this life I give you love. Use it well to care for your clan when they need it the most, use it to strengthen those that are lonely and most of all, let it guide your heart." When the she-cat finished, she slowly craned her head forward to touch her nose to him to transfer the second life unto him.

After it had been given, she would flash a loving grin and step back into the misty grounds of Starclan to make way for the next life.

Willowpaw’s life was an emotional one, something he received from a cat that he’d known for quite a while, and a personal loss to him. He couldn’t recognize the second life-giver, however- she was a brown-and white cat, and her movements were swift and graceful, like a lilypad gliding across one of the river’s wider parts. Dipping his head towards Daisyfrost as she continued to introduce herself, almost surprised as she revealed that she knew his name- though he realized the cats of Starclan most likely knew the names of every cat they spoke to. His paws felt heavy as he passed forwards to receive his second life from the molly, knowing that his first one took a toll on his own body, but that eventually, it would wear off- leaving him to feel stronger than he was a few moments before, a new value being instilled into his head with every life given to the russet-colored tom. However, touching Daisyfrost’s nose gently, he didn't feel the pain that came with his first installment- rather, a warm and fuzzy feeling leaking into his heart, a feeling that told him to protect everyone in his clan, and to love them as if they were his own kin. Stepping away from the cat, he wore a smile on his maw instead of the melancholy expression when he was receiving life from Willowpaw. "Thank you."

lilith
December 23rd, 2016, 09:57 PM
Willowpaw’s life was an emotional one, something he received from a cat that he’d known for quite a while, and a personal loss to him. He couldn’t recognize the second life-giver, however- she was a brown-and white cat, and her movements were swift and graceful, like a lilypad gliding across one of the river’s wider parts. Dipping his head towards Daisyfrost as she continued to introduce herself, almost surprised as she revealed that she knew his name- though he realized the cats of Starclan most likely knew the names of every cat they spoke to. His paws felt heavy as he passed forwards to receive his second life from the molly, knowing that his first one took a toll on his own body, but that eventually, it would wear off- leaving him to feel stronger than he was a few moments before, a new value being instilled into his head with every life given to the russet-colored tom. However, touching Daisyfrost’s nose gently, he didn't feel the pain that came with his first installment- rather, a warm and fuzzy feeling leaking into his heart, a feeling that told him to protect everyone in his clan, and to love them as if they were his own kin. Stepping away from the cat, he wore a smile on his maw instead of the melancholy expression when he was receiving life from Willowpaw. "Thank you."

When it was her turn the mackerel molly took her step forward to give the new leader a life. Unlike the others her steps were more slowly and almost shyly. She had lost her life in the liberation that had swept through her home. She was trying her hardest to protect one of her kits from a supporter but neither made it . looking now she couldn't help but not recognize the cat never having the chance to run into the arrior during gatherings. Dipping her head she said softly " Hello Russetswirl" given the chance of being the third in one she manged to catch their name before it was her turn. Standing up rightly she gave the male a gentle look "With this life I give you risk taking, there will be times in which you have to do the unthinkable and it may never end in the way you wish for it to go. Use this life tolead your clan through those times. We know you'll do well" when she had completed that she drained her neck forward pressing her nose to the other.

Clover
December 23rd, 2016, 10:24 PM
After awaking in the dream with the tawny tom, Geckoleaf had hurriedly stepped off to the side, her semi-physical body hard to operate. She still had issues getting used to moving in the realm of StarClan; their bodies were something strange and different. Eyes focused on the leader, she smoothly sank into a sitting position, just a aloof from the ranks of starry warriors. The medicine cat swished her feathery tail over the soft dirt, and wrapped it around her paws, before she her focus back to Rowanswirl.
She watched as he received each life bravely, but she could see the Ben that wracked him underneath the surface. Being a medicine cat, she tried to heal others, to take their pain away and give them the best possible life. And to see someone suffering, without being able to do anything, hurt. But she knew it was for the best; the feline would come out of this stronger, and better than he would be otherwise.
Shifting her blue orbs towards the left, her gaze focused on the ranks of cats, who she assumed were mostly RiverClanners. She stared at them, wondering if any her ancestors were their to view the shift of power. She spied a cat, seated in the far back who shared a strange resemblance to her; light orange fur, with dark tabby stripes, the same blue eyes, and the peculiar thin white marking down the chest that she and her mother shared. She had always wished to meet them, but had no such luck. Now would be no different; as soon as Russetswirl was named Russetstar they would be placed back into the real realm.

Fel
December 23rd, 2016, 10:37 PM
When it was her turn the mackerel molly took her step forward to give the new leader a life. Unlike the others her steps were more slowly and almost shyly. She had lost her life in the liberation that had swept through her home. She was trying her hardest to protect one of her kits from a supporter but neither made it . looking now she couldn't help but not recognize the cat never having the chance to run into the arrior during gatherings. Dipping her head she said softly " Hello Russetswirl" given the chance of being the third in one she manged to catch their name before it was her turn. Standing up rightly she gave the male a gentle look "With this life I give you risk taking, there will be times in which you have to do the unthinkable and it may never end in the way you wish for it to go. Use this life tolead your clan through those times. We know you'll do well" when she had completed that she drained her neck forward pressing her nose to the other.
Hiddenvoice. Russetswirl recognized her name- she was one of the casualties of Thunderclan’s liberation, the battle he didn’t get a chance to participate in. The tom was too busy trying to heal up from the previous battles to take a part in the fight, though he could hear murmurs of sadness from the maws of many warriors about her when she’d passed, trying to protect somebody who meant a lot to her. As Daisyfrost disappeared, this new cat appeared to take her place- her mackerel tabby fur shining in the starlight. Dipping his head in respect to the warrior of Starclan, he noted that her life was one of risk-taking; was that what happened when she took a chance to try and protect that cat from the dark forest supporter, only for them both to end up dying and being sent to the afterlife? Some choices didn’t seem to always turn out correctly, but that was the point of being able to take risks. You had to be able to make choices in an instant, and risk your own life to protect those of your family, and as a leader- his own clan. Touching noses with Hiddenvoice, this life raged through him like a roaring fox, sparking a feeling of energy and the need to make desicions in an instant- it was impulse, the idea that he could be able to risk it all for the lives of those he served. It tore through him, and the pain was almost as terrible as what happened with his first life, but he was slightly more used to it, and tried his best to recover quickly from the waves of hurt. “I’ll make you proud.” He nodded to the Starclan she-cat as she stepped away, looking around himself for a second as he let out a sigh, almost out of breath after that life.

BEAR.
December 23rd, 2016, 10:38 PM
Since his death generations ago, Aconiteheart had only participated in one leader ceremony: Almondfall's, and in this occasion he saw no reason to change the advice he gave his friend. "Hello Russetswirl!" the spotted brown tom greeted as he stepped forward, taking the place of his companions that had already completed their life-giving duty. "You wouldn't know me, but I was one of SkyClan's first medicine cats. I figured, with all five clans united, it'd be nice to mix up leadership ceremonies! Our ancestors are the same after all, even when the living was separated."

"With this life I give you friendship, to savor every precious moment you have with them .. because you don't know how long they'll be around." He spoke from experience, watching countless friends he'd made over the course of both life and death vanish into nothing but a distant memory. Detaching his nose from Russetswirl's forehead when the life was transmitted, he returned to the ranks of the onlooking spirits.

Fel
December 23rd, 2016, 11:07 PM
Since his death generations ago, Aconiteheart had only participated in one leader ceremony: Almondfall's, and in this occasion he saw no reason to change the advice he gave his friend. "Hello Russetswirl!" the spotted brown tom greeted as he stepped forward, taking the place of his companions that had already completed their life-giving duty. "You wouldn't know me, but I was one of SkyClan's first medicine cats. I figured, with all five clans united, it'd be nice to mix up leadership ceremonies! Our ancestors are the same after all, even when the living was separated."

"With this life I give you friendship, to savor every precious moment you have with them .. because you don't know how long they'll be around." He spoke from experience, watching countless friends he'd made over the course of both life and death vanish into nothing but a distant memory. Detaching his nose from Russetswirl's forehead when the life was transmitted, he returned to the ranks of the onlooking spirits.

He didn’t recognize the fourth tom, as well- but he could understand that, as he introduced himself as an ancestor of Skyclan, the lost clan which had only just now joined their forest, assimilating into the forest besides their own clan territories- their leader went under the name Grousestar, and they freed every one of the four other clans from their occupation under cruel cats, one who supported the dark forest and the bloodshed it brought onto others. They were a brave group of cats, and he was inclined to pass that respect onto Aconiteheart as he introduced himself, dipping his head once again to the cat- he seemed to be older than most of the other cats who'd given him lives, at least in the time he'd been deceased- one of their first medicine cats. Looking over towards Geckoleaf for a brief moment, he gave his own medicine cat a quick smile, trying to assure her that he was doing alright- though the pain the lives gave to him didn't exactly help that notion.

As the Starclan cat touched his forehead, he realized that this life was a lot like the one of love, at first- but that last sentence was what sealed the deal for the thoughts which would come rushing in as the life was given- "Because you don't know how long they'll be around." Memories of Shellfeather, the mate who suddenly left him, disappearing out of nowhere; of his brother and sister, who'd betrayed his trust in them and did terrible things, both gone from the ranks of Riverclan. He thought of Crowpaw and Specklepaw, and Willowpaw as well- every single life that had been taken from him as soon as he placed his trust, in different ways. "...Thank you- for everything your clan has done for us." He uttered out, though his face was distraught- these thoughts, they hurt more than anything else, and it reminded him how truly fragile life was.

SuspiciousMindz
December 24th, 2016, 12:03 AM
Now it was the small tom's turn. In the ranks, he was fairly bright, a newer spirit, but all the same, not as new as the lives lost in the liberation battles. In life the black and white feline was taken in his early moons by an unknown illness. As much as his mother and father wanted him to live, no matter how many herbs were used, the young tom never got better. It seemed to be a delayed death. Even so, the young feline never went a day without a smile and never went a day without giving something to someone else or helping someone else. He was a good spirit taken too early from the world. With small strides, he padded up to Russetswirl after Aconiteheart joined back with the ranks. His black and white patched pelt was sparkling with the stars, his yellow hues bright with honor and joy.

"Hello Russetswirl, my name's Patchkit! I used to live in Windclan," he meowed cheerily, gazing up at the older tom. Although that cheeriness changed to something a bit more serious once he knew the words he was to use. "With this life, I give you generosity," while he was speaking, Patchkit rose up onto his hind legs to reach the older tom's head. "Use it to care for not only your clan mates, but the other clans and cats around you too; to give as much or help as much as you can and not to expect much in return," he tapped his nose to Russetswirl's forehead and once the life was given, he got back down on all four and took a last look at the tom. "Be wise when using it," he cautioned before turning and joining the Starclan ranks once more.

Fel
December 24th, 2016, 01:08 AM
Now it was the small tom's turn. In the ranks, he was fairly bright, a newer spirit, but all the same, not as new as the lives lost in the liberation battles. In life the black and white feline was taken in his early moons by an unknown illness. As much as his mother and father wanted him to live, no matter how many herbs were used, the young tom never got better. It seemed to be a delayed death. Even so, the young feline never went a day without a smile and never went a day without giving something to someone else or helping someone else. He was a good spirit taken too early from the world. With small strides, he padded up to Russetswirl after Aconiteheart joined back with the ranks. His black and white patched pelt was sparkling with the stars, his yellow hues bright with honor and joy.

"Hello Russetswirl, my name's Patchkit! I used to live in Windclan," he meowed cheerily, gazing up at the older tom. Although that cheeriness changed to something a bit more serious once he knew the words he was to use. "With this life, I give you generosity," while he was speaking, Patchkit rose up onto his hind legs to reach the older tom's head. "Use it to care for not only your clan mates, but the other clans and cats around you too; to give as much or help as much as you can and not to expect much in return," he tapped his nose to Russetswirl's forehead and once the life was given, he got back down on all four and took a last look at the tom. "Be wise when using it," he cautioned before turning and joining the Starclan ranks once more.

The next life he was supposed to be given was from a cat much smaller than he was- a young kit, apparently, who had lost his life earlier than he should have. A black-and white tom whose starry paws reminded him of the fact that there were no many cats that hadn’t lived to see their full potential yet, some who died without being able to speak a single word, to anybody. It was a terrifying thing, to know that so many kits resided up here in the realm of the dead, but at least it was comforting to know that they were in the paws of the stars, and that they didn’t reside in the shadowy trees of the dark forest, instead. Looking down towards his newest visitor, he smiled slightly at the young cat’s attempt to touch him on his forehead, lowering his body a touch so it could be a bit easier. The life of generosity- being thankful for what you have, and giving everything you can to your clanmates whenever the chance is presented. It was a feeling of fluttery happiness, like he was doing something to make others feel good about themselves. No pain came with this life, only the feeling of joy- of being generous, and giving up what you had to help others who were in need. It was why leaders were given nine lives- to use them in order to help their clanmates. You are given lives to sacrifice them, because being a leader means protecting your clan at all costs necessary. “Thank you, Patchkit.” He smiled- it was the same thing he’d said all throughout this ceremony, but for this one kit, it was filled with emotion, with happiness as he spoke. “Thank you.”

Empress Of Evil
December 24th, 2016, 03:29 AM
Crimsontiger watched as Patchkit walked back to join the others. She still remembered the day she joined the ranks of StarClan. It wasn't very long ago. The day she joined StarClan, she was still stricken by grief over her terrible mistake. But, she'd kept her head high and that's how she hoped to keep it. Taking a deep breath, Crimsontiger started to walk forward. "Greetings Russetswirl. I'm Crimsontiger though you wouldn't know me, I was part of ShadowClan", Crimsontiger said, giving the soon-to-be leader a warm smile. The black furred warrior dipped her head as a sign of respect. "With this life, I give you forgiveness. Use it to forgive those who do wrong or harm to you or your clan", Crimsontiger said. She reached forward to touch noses with the russet coloured warrior, she could feel the energy of the life rush through her and pass on to him. The meaning that came with this life meant a lot to her, she just hoped that Russetswirl would be able to use the life wisely. "Don't forget, there may be times where you need forgiveness to", Crimsontiger said. Then she gave one final dip of her head before walking back to take her place among the starry pelted ancestors.

Fel
December 24th, 2016, 04:27 PM
Crimsontiger watched as Patchkit walked back to join the others. She still remembered the day she joined the ranks of StarClan. It wasn't very long ago. The day she joined StarClan, she was still stricken by grief over her terrible mistake. But, she'd kept her head high and that's how she hoped to keep it. Taking a deep breath, Crimsontiger started to walk forward. "Greetings Russetswirl. I'm Crimsontiger though you wouldn't know me, I was part of ShadowClan", Crimsontiger said, giving the soon-to The black furred warrior dipped her head as a sign of respect. "With this life, I give you forgiveness. Use it to forgive those who do wrong or harm to you or your clan", Crimsontiger said. She reached forward to touch noses eith the russet coloured warrior, she could feel the energy of the life rush through her and pass on to him. The meaning that came with this life meant a lot to her, she just hoped that Russetswirl would be able to use the life wisely. "Don't forget, there may be times where you need forgiveness to", Crimsontiger said. Then she gave one final dip of her head before walking back to take her place among the starry pelted ancestors.

Though it was hard to see such a young kit in Starclan, it was also terrible to see young warriors- in fact, just seeing anybody in here reminds him that they had to die to end up in this starry place, and that their time in the living world had come to a close. His next visitor was young, but not a kit nor an apprentice- a Shadowclan cat, named Crimsontiger. He had received five of his nine lives now, and his sixth would be the one of forgiveness, something that resonated within himself as being an emotion he'd experienced countless times. Every single day his sister had made a mistake, or been terrible towards him, he forgave her for her actions, until he finally took a stand for himself and what he believed in. The idea of forgiving others was a mysterious thing, and something to be handled with care. Letting her touch his nose, he stepped back in a rush of a seemingly strange feeling, multiple waves of pain which came to a complete stop, mellowing out before they acted up again. It shows how to mellow out those who had wronged you, and to show them this life, one of forgiveness and gratitude. Fur bristling in uncomfort as the waves rushed through his body, they eventually ebbed so some sort of stop as he let out a sigh. "I'll use it well, I promise." You can count on me, Crimsontiger.

Ever
December 24th, 2016, 07:20 PM
Once the other cat had stepped back she knew it was her turn. It was with a heavy hard that she would present this life, she would present a life that ruined hers. If only she'd received what this new leader was, maybe she wouldn't be sitting in Starclan regretting many of her actions. The long-furred calico stepped forward, her body shimmering. Her olive eyes were kind and open, nothing like they were back when she'd spent her time with the living in Riverclan. It made her look younger in many ways. "Russetswirl, I will present you with a life of clear-mindedness. Use it to keep devastation and sorrow from taking control of your life. Live freely and judge as little as possible." She touched her nose to his forehead, then stepped back and paused for a moment. Her eyes were filled with a bittersweet feeling. It was her kits that had risen to the height of the evil era that reigned the forest, her fault for having blamed them at a young age of terribly things. It was her fault in her heart that it had happened at all. "You'll make a great leader, believe in yourself." She whispered softly, then the calico molly stepped back again, letting him take in her words, the life and move to his last.

Fel
December 24th, 2016, 10:10 PM
Once the other cat had stepped back she knew it was her turn. It was with a heavy hard that she would present this life, she would present a life that ruined hers. If only she'd received what this new leader was, maybe she wouldn't be sitting in Starclan regretting many of her actions. The long-furred calico stepped forward, her body shimmering. Her olive eyes were kind and open, nothing like they were back when she'd spent her time with the living in Riverclan. It made her look younger in many ways. "Russetswirl, I will present you with a life of clear-mindedness. Use it to keep devastation and sorrow from taking control of your life. Live freely and judge as little as possible." She touched her nose to his forehead, then stepped back and paused for a moment. Her eyes were filled with a bittersweet feeling. It was her kits that had risen to the height of the evil era that reigned the forest, her fault for having blamed them at a young age of terribly things. It was her fault in her heart that it had happened at all. "You'll make a great leader, believe in yourself." She whispered softly, then the calico molly stepped back again, letting him take in her words, the life and move to his last.

Finally, another cat he'd known, albeit it was only in passing, really. It was Wateredge, a Riverclan molly who'd died during the dark era. It was unknown, the cause of her death, but it was a tragedy. She had friends and family who must have missed her, though he didn't know the extent of care that her family gave towards her when she passed. Dipping his head in respect for the older Starclan cat, he could see some sort of distress in the warrior's gaze as she pulled away from him, his next life waiting a few seconds before it really started to kick into him. It was like he was frozen when it happened- trapped in a glass box, where he could see out into the crowds of his ancestors, but he was being seen as nothing but a breathing statue. The tom was trapped in a feeling of his own emotions, disillusioning himself. Taking in a few deep breaths, the life's meaning slowly began to sink into his mind, and it was as if he was raising a paw and cutting the glass to shreds, shattering the barrier put together by his emotions and his past thoughts. The ability to use a clear mind to his advantage, and not to distract himself with personal feelings- a life the leader really needed, after being forced to fight against his own sister in the liberation battles. Shreds of pain rippled across his paws, but it was less than the previous lives- more like the pain of reality, and the harshness of seeing through logic more than emotion- logos over pathos. "...You too." He stumbled over his words as he talked to the former Riverclan cat, still shaken by that latest life- it was meaningful, and it was harsh as well.

Hexict
December 25th, 2016, 06:21 AM
fenic!

After Wateredge has stepped back, a dark grey tabby then stepped up to take her place and give Russetswirl a life. He hadn't been in Starclan long and was nervous about giving a leader one of their lives. He had watched the other cats as they had offered the newer leader a life, but they had seemed to confident - like they deserved to give Russetswirl a life. But he had only been here for a short time and even then he didn't know their cat before him.

But nonetheless, he held his head high and watched Russetswirl with an - almost - unwavering autumn gaze. He had went over what he would say countless times since being informed that he would be giving a life to a new leader so he could to get it right. He didn't wish to mess anything up,not only to keep from embarrassing himself, but what if it also affected the life given?

"Russetswirl," Northpath's voice was hardly even shaking as he took a deep breath to continue. "I am Northpath of Thunderclan, though we have never officially met," the tabby introduced himself before continuing on to give him a life. Will he think it's strange that he doesn't know some of these cats that are giving him lives? The former medicine cat apprentice wondered. "With this life, I give yo the gift of Confidence."

"Use to this to make decision for the best of the clan. Sometimes making decisions can be hard and there may not seem like a right way, but you must be confident in yourself and stand by your decision, because that's when you'll know if it was the right call. Starclan can't hold your paw through you leadership - though we will try to assist when we are needed - so you can not expect us to just show up and solve something that you are having trouble with.That is all on you," Northpath offered a small smile. The younger tom knew what it was like to not have Starclan there but he hoped the same wouldn't happen to Russetswirl... or ever for that matter.

He gently placed his nose on Russetswirl's forehead, having to go on the tips of his paws and stretch out his next to do so. "But note: being confident if different than being cocky - cocky decisions will endanger both you and your clan," Northpath warned as he stepped back among the other stars.

Fel
December 25th, 2016, 11:34 AM
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After Wateredge has stepped back, a dark grey tabby then stepped up to take her place and give Russetswirl a life. He hadn't been in Starclan long and was nervous about giving a leader one of their lives. He had watched the other cats as they had offered the newer leader a life, but they had seemed to confident - like they deserved to give Russetswirl a life. But he had only been here for a short time and even then he didn't know their cat before him.

But nonetheless, he held his head high and watched Russetswirl with an - almost - unwavering autumn gaze. He had went over what he would say countless times since being informed that he would be giving a life to a new leader so he could to get it right. He didn't wish to mess anything up,not only to keep from embarrassing himself, but what if it also affected the life given?

"Russetswirl," Northpath's voice was hardly even shaking as he took a deep breath to continue. "I am Northpath of Thunderclan, though we have never officially met," the tabby introduced himself before continuing on to give him a life. Will he think it's strange that he doesn't know some of these cats that are giving him lives? The former medicine cat apprentice wondered. "With this life, I give yo the gift of Confidence."

"Use to this to make decision for the best of the clan. Sometimes making decisions can be hard and there may not seem like a right way, but you must be confident in yourself and stand by your decision, because that's when you'll know if it was the right call. Starclan can't hold your paw through you leadership - though we will try to assist when we are needed - so you can not expect us to just show up and solve something that you are having trouble with.That is all on you," Northpath offered a small smile. The younger tom knew what it was like to not have Starclan there but he hoped the same wouldn't happen to Russetswirl... or ever for that matter.

He gently placed his nose on Russetswirl's forehead, having to go on the tips of his paws and stretch out his next to do so. "But note: being confident if different than being cocky - cocky decisions will endanger both you and your clan," Northpath warned as he stepped back among the other stars.

He'd heard of Northpath- well, at least when he was still an apprentice, really. It was at the last gathering the clans had had, that there was a new medicine cat's apprentice in Thunderclan. Apparently, since his appointment, the tom had also died- possibly in Thunderclan's very own liberation, the one fight he'd missed, since the tom seemed quite young to still have his full name with him. Dipping his head in respect for the former medicine cat, he couldn't believe how many cats resided here who didn't seem to deserve death- nobody here deserved it.

Letting himself pad just a bit closer towards Northpath, the warrior's body felt like a volcano as he was given his eighth life, erupting with the feeling of pride in both himself and his clan, the feeling that he'd be able to do anything, and that he believed in himself and others with all his heart. It was confidence, the ability to be happy about yourself in the choices you make, and having faith that they're the right thing to do. It's the feeling you get as you rush into battle, sure that you're about to win against whoever you're facing, that you'll be able to come out alive.

It reminded him of when he was younger, when he had faith in every single action he took, and when he brought confidence to the table during every patrol, every battle he fought in, tooth and claw. "I'll use it well." He told Nothpath as the tom began to step back, smiling with the same boost of confidence given by that life.

BEAR.
December 25th, 2016, 11:45 AM
Although his turn had passed, the sight of the former medicine cat apprentice roused an old curiosity in the faded spirit. "Who let him in here..?" Aconiteheart murmured, unapproving of the tom that blatantly and senselessly violated the code he swore to uphold. Giving a life to a leader was a privilege, not a right, and allowing one who couldn't have a lick of self control to guide the future leader seemed detrimental in the long run. "I didn't know we allowed those that redundantly broke the code to participate in a leader ceremony."

Zero
December 26th, 2016, 06:24 PM
(AH! I'm so sorry! I completely forgot T.T)

Royalwatcher stepped up last, moving forward to take Northpath's place in front of Russetswirl. He offered a small smile to the deceased ThunderClan medicine cat as he passed, almost as if to say that he did a fine job of giving the life.

The orange tabby then met Russetswirl's gaze steadily. "You don't know me, but I am Royalwatcher. I died a long time ago, in the beginning of the first evil era. I watched from here as the clans recovered from the first reign; it was a hard journey, but they made it, and, under your leadership, I know your clan will recover this time as well."

He cleared his throat, and then spoke the ancient words. "With this life I give you resilience. Use it to help your clan recover from these hard times, and any more that happen along your path." He leaned forward and touched his nose to the other tom's forehead before slowly stepping back and disappearing into the mist.

(I have no idea if I'm suppose to do the naming thing too since I'm last? I'm gonna leave it like this just in case you had other plans.)

Hexict
January 11th, 2017, 04:06 PM
Although his turn had passed, the sight of the former medicine cat apprentice roused an old curiosity in the faded spirit. "Who let him in here..?" Aconiteheart murmured, unapproving of the tom that blatantly and senselessly violated the code he swore to uphold. Giving a life to a leader was a privilege, not a right, and allowing one who couldn't have a lick of self control to guide the future leader seemed detrimental in the long run. "I didn't know we allowed those that redundantly broke the code to participate in a leader ceremony."

(you should probably alter/take down this post since North didn't break any rules ^w^)

NightWarrior4Life
January 13th, 2017, 12:17 PM
AcornFlame padded around the cave, trying to sleep so StarClan could reach him in his dreams. "Please StarClan, I don't think you quite understand...I was sent her...to learn more about my future!" Silence. Except for the dripping of water from the ceiling. "I need a prophecy...a guide, something!" Still nothing. He jumped in a puddle on anger, splattering it's silky clear surface all over the walls.

Jingle
January 15th, 2017, 10:31 PM
Halestorm entered the cave, her green eyes wandering the darkness that surrounded her. She took a deep breath, stepping further and further into the depths. The future ShadowClan leader finally arrived at the crystal that shone dimly in the faint light seeping in from the cracks of the cave.

Ocean waves splashed along the side of the crevasses dug into cave from what felt like forever of torment from salt water. She closed her eyes and sat down at the crystal, looking at it in awe. Halestorm could share this special moment with her warrior ancestors.

She bent down and touched her nose to the crystal, loosing all consciousness before awaking in a place she had only dreamed of. Halestorm looked around and saw nine cats stepping down from Silverpelt, her eyes wide.

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Fel
January 15th, 2017, 10:40 PM
Halestorm entered the cave, her green eyes wandering the darkness that surrounded her. She took a deep breath, stepping further and further into the depths. The future ShadowClan leader finally arrived at the crystal that shone dimly in the faint light seeping in from the cracks of the cave.

Ocean waves splashed along the side of the crevasses dug into cave from what felt like forever of torment from salt water. She closed her eyes and sat down at the crystal, looking at it in awe. Halestorm could share this special moment with her warrior ancestors.

She bent down and touched her nose to the crystal, loosing all consciousness before awaking in a place she had only dreamed of. Halestorm looked around and saw nine cats stepping down from Silverpelt, her eyes wide.

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Halestar.

There was about to become a new leader of Shadowclan, and Crimsonpaw was a bit overwhelmed with the thought that she'd be able to give a life. She was generally blunt and even rude towards others, but this was certainly something that she would be proud of- giving a leader one of their lives was an honor, really. Taking a deep breath, her dark russet pelt glittered with starlight as she stepped out into the landscape, looking towards the future leader with bright eyes. "Hello, Halestar- welcome to Starclan. My name is Crimsonpaw, and in my past life, I was known for being blunt and honest- to judge others harshly." She was making herself seem bad, but she didn't really care- the molly was happy that she'd be able to give a life, and didn't mind that it was of a trait some cats called flawed. "Of course, being too harsh and up-front is something which can be quite toxic, but the idea of judgement is a value that needs to stick with you through leadership- okay?"

Walking up to touch the deputy's nose quietly, she had to stand on her tip-toes in order to reach the tabby's face, grinning as she faced the leader. "With this, I give you the life of judgement. Use it with honor, and don't hesitate to rethink your stances on allies and enemies alike." And as soon as she gave the life, a rush of energy flew through her body- and it was over. Stepping down from her position, the apprentice took a step back before padding away, smiling towards the living cat as she took her place back in the sea of stars- awaiting the next life to be given.

Ludicrous Lunacy
January 15th, 2017, 10:47 PM
Halestorm entered the cave, her green eyes wandering the darkness that surrounded her. She took a deep breath, stepping further and further into the depths. The future ShadowClan leader finally arrived at the crystal that shone dimly in the faint light seeping in from the cracks of the cave.

Ocean waves splashed along the side of the crevasses dug into cave from what felt like forever of torment from salt water. She closed her eyes and sat down at the crystal, looking at it in awe. Halestorm could share this special moment with her warrior ancestors.

She bent down and touched her nose to the crystal, loosing all consciousness before awaking in a place she had only dreamed of. Halestorm looked around and saw nine cats stepping down from Silverpelt, her eyes wide.

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starfall S A G I E Stormiiix Empress Of Evil Pink Orca! Nighty fenic! # Hashtag Spirit
Jess stood among the ranks of StarClan cats, clearly both pleased and shocked to be standing there in front of the soon-to-be leader. Her fur and eyes glittered, and she smiled, though with faint sadness. This was the sister she had stolen from Squirrelleap--The sister she had stolen from Mousey. Her eyes watered and she blinked back tears. This isn't the time to be sentimental. "Sorry," she whispered inaudibly. She glanced at the others for confirmation that she could go forth and give her life. Seeing no obljection, she stepped forward.
"You must hate me. You'd be right to hate me," she murmered quietly to Halestorm.

Jingle
January 15th, 2017, 10:48 PM
Halestar.

There was about to become a new leader of Shadowclan, and Crimsonpaw was a bit overwhelmed with the thought that she'd be able to give a life. She was generally blunt and even rude towards others, but this was certainly something that she would be proud of- giving a leader one of their lives was an honor, really. Taking a deep breath, her dark russet pelt glittered with starlight as she stepped out into the landscape, looking towards the future leader with bright eyes. "Hello, Halestar- welcome to Starclan. My name is Crimsonpaw, and in my past life, I was known for being blunt and honest- to judge others harshly." She was making herself seem bad, but she didn't really care- the molly was happy that she'd be able to give a life, and didn't mind that it was of a trait some cats called flawed. "Of course, being too harsh and up-front is something which can be quite toxic, but the idea of judgement is a value that needs to stick with you through leadership- okay?"

Walking up to touch the deputy's nose quietly, she had to stand on her tip-toes in order to reach the tabby's face, grinning as she faced the leader. "With this, I give you the life of judgement. Use it with honor, and don't hesitate to rethink your stances on allies and enemies alike." And as soon as she gave the life, a rush of energy flew through her body- and it was over. Stepping down from her position, the apprentice took a step back before padding away, smiling towards the living cat as she took her place back in the sea of stars- awaiting the next life to be given.



Halestar took a small breath, letting the works sink in. She would keep those words in her heart forever, as she always tended to be very harsh with her words and with her judgements. She felt the life rush into her like a strong rush of wind, blowing her long fur back as she stood.

"Thank you, Crimsonpaw." she mewed faintly, looking at the apprentice with green eyes. "I will keep that with me forever."

Jingle
January 15th, 2017, 10:52 PM
Jess stood among the ranks of StarClan cats, clearly both pleased and shocked to be standing there in front of the soon-to-be leader. Her fur and eyes glittered, and she smiled, though with faint sadness. This was the sister she had stolen from Squirrelleap--The sister she had stolen from Mousey. Her eyes watered and she blinked back tears. This isn't the time to be sentimental. "Sorry," she whispered inaudibly. She glanced at the others for confirmation that she could step forward and give her life. Seeing no obljection, she stepped forward.
"You must hate me. You'd be right to hate me," she murmered quietly to Halestorm.

Halestar watched, green eyes wide as she saw Jess. She took a step back and watched the she-cat approach her, waiting for what she was going going to say- and what this life will mean to her. She knew this cat so well, and she bit her lip as she saw her once again.

Ludicrous Lunacy
January 15th, 2017, 11:03 PM
Halestar watched, green eyes wide as she saw Jess. She took a step back and watched the she-cat approach her, waiting for what she was going going to say- and what this life will mean to her. She knew this cat so well, and she bit her lip as she saw her once again.
"It's a pity I never before got to tell you, to show you, what made be steal your brother and sister. You will only ever know your brother in death becaue of my recklessness, but there was always a meaning..." She broke off, stretching her nose halfway towards Halestorm-- she wasnt about to spring forward and force a cat who had every right to mistrust her to accept her life. Jess closed her eyes briefly and meowed, "With this life, should you accept it, I give you compassion." And to the Dark Forest with my soul if she doesn't accept this, that'd be fun. "Oh, sorry, only eight lives!" "Use it forever, and keep it in your heart. It is the reason you have your sister back--the reason we do not allow kits to die. What I did was overkill, but..." She took a deep breath, and said, "Use it wisely when you have to chose for yourself and your Clan."

Jingle
January 15th, 2017, 11:52 PM
"It's a pity I never before got to tell you, to show you, what made be steal your brother and sister. You will only ever know your brother in death becaue of my recklessness, but there was always a meaning..." She broke off, stretching her nose halfway towards Halestorm-- she wasnt about to spring forward and force a cat who had every right to mistrust her to accept her life. Jess closed her eyes briefly and meowed, "With this life, should you accept it, I give you compassion." And to the Dark Forest with my soul if she doesn't accept this, that'd be fun. "Oh, sorry, only eight lives!" "Use it forever, and keep it in your heart. It is the reason you have your sister back--the reason we do not allow kits to die. What I did was overkill, but..." She took a deep breath, and said, "Use it wisely when you have to chose for yourself and your Clan."

The Maine Coon nodded, letting the life sink into her. She would be compassionate, she would show compassion in all she should. Her tail flicked as she accepted the life, closing her eyes for a moment before letting out a few works like velvet. "Thank you."

Sage
January 16th, 2017, 05:42 AM
The Maine Coon nodded, letting the life sink into her. She would be compassionate, she would show compassion in all she should. Her tail flicked as she accepted the life, closing her eyes for a moment before letting out a few works like velvet. "Thank you."
Clearsight approached Halestar calmly. She looked over Halestar slightly before staring into Halestar's eyes. "Hello, Halestar. I am Clearsight, though you wouldn't know me, I was once know for walking through life blindly, not thinking of the consequences." She meowed. "The gift of clear sight is one that should stick with you always- whether you are leader of ShadowClan or not."
She grew closer to Halestar until they were she was a mouse-length away. "With this life, I give you clear sight through life and whatever may follow." She touched her nose to Halestar's and pulled away a few moments later. She dipped her head to Halestar and turned away to go join the others in the territories of StarClan.

Jingle
January 16th, 2017, 09:40 AM
Clearsight approached Halestar calmly. She looked over Halestar slightly before staring into Halestar's eyes. "Hello, Halestar. I am Clearsight, though you wouldn't know me, I was once know for walking through life blindly, not thinking of the consequences." She meowed. "The gift of clear sight is one that should stick with you always- whether you are leader of ShadowClan or not."
She grew closer to Halestar until they were she was a mouse-length away. "With this life, I give you clear sight through life and whatever may follow." She touched her nose to Halestar's and pulled away a few moments later. She dipped her head to Halestar and turned away to go join the others in the territories of StarClan.

Halestar nodded and uttered a short thank you to Clearsight, she would use this throughout her whole time leading ShadowClan back to its former self. She hoped that it would become the clan that everyone in the forest would know would be strong and powerful. The upcoming leader shifted and took a deep breath, letting the new life sink it. It was an odd feeling, having all these cats give you something that few would ever get.

Starfall
January 16th, 2017, 10:53 AM
Halestar nodded and uttered a short thank you to Clearsight, she would use this throughout her whole time leading ShadowClan back to its former self. She hoped that it would become the clan that everyone in the forest would know would be strong and powerful. The upcoming leader shifted and took a deep breath, letting the new life sink it. It was an odd feeling, having all these cats give you something that few would ever get.
Ivymask padded twords the new leader, nothing but honor and respect gleamed in his blue hues, his paws tingled wit his excitement knowing that he was helping his clan, even in his after life "You may not remember me, we only crossed paths once or twice,but my name is Ivymask." he stated, a soft smile plastered on his face, he took one step closer to the molly so they were only a mouse length apart "Some consider the Truth an awful thing, hurting others in it wake, but it is more than that, as I am sure you will find out as you lead. The pain of Truth will only last a moment, but the wisdom and experience it gives you will last a life's time, use that experience to lead Shadowclan forward." he said gently, he lifted his head slightly to touch noses with the new leader, "With this life I give you Truth, never be dishonest with your clan, for the truth will always prevail." he said, pulling back a few moments later, he dipped his head and gave her one last smile before he turned to go join his comerads, joy blossomed in his heart, happy for the fact he was able to help his clan, that he was able to give it a little push forward, even if it was a little push, it meant the world to the Siamese.

Jingle
January 16th, 2017, 11:18 AM
Ivymask padded twords the new leader, nothing but honor and respect gleamed in his blue hues, his paws tingled wit his excitement knowing that he was helping his clan, even in his after life "You may not remember me, we only crossed paths once or twice,but my name is Ivymask." he stated, a soft smile plastered on his face, he took one step closer to the molly so they were only a mouse length apart "Some consider the Truth an awful thing, hurting others in it wake, but it is more than that, as I am sure you will find out as you lead. The pain of Truth will only last a moment, but the wisdom and experience it gives you will last a life's time, use that experience to lead Shadowclan forward." he said gently, he lifted his head slightly to touch noses with the new leader, "With this life I give you Truth, never be dishonest with your clan, for the truth will always prevail." he said, pulling back a few moments later, he dipped his head and gave her one last smile before he turned to go join his comerads, joy blossomed in his heart, happy for the fact he was able to help his clan, that he was able to give it a little push forward, even if it was a little push, it meant the world to the Siamese.


Halestar nodded and smiled faintly at the Siamese, her floofy tail flicking as she listened. 'Truth...' she thought to herself. 'I need to keep that with me and hold anyone accountable, including myself, to the truth.' She took a small breath and let the life sink into her. The new leader smiled faintly and looked at the remaining cats.

Mango
January 16th, 2017, 12:12 PM
Hollyflower stepped up a feeling of duty filling her chest," I am Hollyflower, you may not know me though. I give you a life of duty, use it wisely to guide your clanmates and help them know there duty in the clan." she placed her nose on Halestar's nose knowing she'd see her sisters death quietly she murmured," Keep an eye on my grandkid, Elmkit, he doesn't know where his duty lies."

Jingle
January 16th, 2017, 12:31 PM
Hollyflower stepped up a feeling of duty filling her chest," I am Hollyflower, you may not know me though. I give you a life of duty, use it wisely to guide your clanmates and help them know there duty in the clan." she placed her nose on Halestar's nose knowing she'd see her sisters death quietly she murmured," Keep an eye on my grandkid, Elmkit, he doesn't know where his duty lies."

Halestorm nodded and smiled faintly, "I will. Thank you." she mewed, green eyes watching the other cat as she let the life sink into her. She glanced at the other cats, waiting for one of them to step forward. The leader wanted this so badly, and she promised herself she would keep her duty strong until the day she must pass. Her tail stood still for a moment before flicking softly again and curling at the tip.

Spirit
January 16th, 2017, 12:46 PM
A quite small apprentice, perhaps even the smallest of the nine cats gathered, stood slightly behind the others. Her fur shined of the stars she had joined at nine moons, and yet she still looked like a tiny wolfcub. As she peered at the others, she guessed it was her turn to give a life. It was so odd to her. She had always thought she would live to become a great warrior and do lots of good for her clan. But instead, she had died in a bloody border skirmish.
And now, she was doing good for her clan anyway. Giving a life to a new leader was something she’d never thought she’d end up doing. A great honor. Something that made her feel slightly okay with having died for her clan the way she had.
Stepping forward, she walked to stand in front of the soon-to-be leader. The young cat still had her many markings of battle, the bite marks in her throat clearly visible even though she tried to keep her neck so that they did not show. It was simply impossible.
“Greetings. I am Wolfpaw, and as an apprentice of ShadowClan I was known for working the hardest and following the warrior code to my last breath.” She began, trying to look as confident as she could, when in truth she was nervous.
“With this life I give you the ability to live by the warrior code with no flaws. Use it well, and it might save many conflicts with the other clans, and unloyal clanmates”
She said, reaching up to touch noses with the maine coon, having to stretch her legs, and showing all her scars as she did so, to reach the nose of Halestorm. She silently begged to the higher authorities in StarClan that she would not look like a complete fool with her tiny size, trying to reach up to the much bigger cat.

Jingle
January 16th, 2017, 05:07 PM
A quite small apprentice, perhaps even the smallest of the nine cats gathered, stood slightly behind the others. Her fur shined of the stars she had joined at nine moons, and yet she still looked like a tiny wolfcub. As she peered at the others, she guessed it was her turn to give a life. It was so odd to her. She had always thought she would live to become a great warrior and do lots of good for her clan. But instead, she had died in a bloody border skirmish.
And now, she was doing good for her clan anyway. Giving a life to a new leader was something she’d never thought she’d end up doing. A great honor. Something that made her feel slightly okay with having died for her clan the way she had.
Stepping forward, she walked to stand in front of the soon-to-be leader. The young cat still had her many markings of battle, the bite marks in her throat clearly visible even though she tried to keep her neck so that they did not show. It was simply impossible.
“Greetings. I am Wolfpaw, and as an apprentice of ShadowClan I was known for working the hardest and following the warrior code to my last breath.” She began, trying to look as confident as she could, when in truth she was nervous.
“With this life I give you the ability to live by the warrior code with no flaws. Use it well, and it might save many conflicts with the other clans, and unloyal clanmates”
She said, reaching up to touch noses with the maine coon, having to stretch her legs, and showing all her scars as she did so, to reach the nose of Halestorm. She silently begged to the higher authorities in StarClan that she would not look like a complete fool with her tiny size, trying to reach up to the much bigger cat.

The new leader looked at the young apprentice, a small frown on her face. This apprentice had seen too much and was taken to StarClan far too early... Though the thoughts that made her pity the small cat were great, she brushed them away and gave a slight smile to Wolfpaw. "Thank you." She mewed gently, like a queen talking to her kits. Halestar leaned down and touched noses with the apprentice, feeling the life flow through her.

seasalt
January 16th, 2017, 05:36 PM
A cream pine brown, and mottled starry tabby watched the cats give their lives, while thinking about was about to happen. He was going to give the new leader a new life. Indeed, a very, exciting thing, in his extended life. Eyes warm, he nodded to Wolfpaw, before stepping up, chin held high, proud look in his optics, but a kind one, nonetheless. It's time... "Hello, Halestar..." Blizzardpaw mewed, bounding out of the shadows, like a Dark Forest cat, leaping out to kill.

But, his eyes show with a purpose, kindness, and a great amount of compassion. "I, am Blizzardpaw, a former ee supporter, from not so long ago, ambitious, and full of hate." The apprentice paused for a moment, before continuing, eyes filled with warmth. So nervous... "But, my honor to my clan, and realization, changed that, and I became a better cat in my last days. And, with this life, I give you honor, always sacrifice yourself for your family, and your clan, no matter the cost. Some sacrifices are harder than others, but always pull through." He touched noses with Halestar, before stepping back, sorrow filling in his voice as he gave him the life. Memories of his past self, went through his mind as he spoke again. "It was something I only had at the last moment.." Blizzardpaw mewed, quite calmly, sadness dripping from his mouth, before leaping back into the shadows quite swiftly, filled with energy, and success. Oh how far I've gone... The starry filled tom thought, he had already accepted his death, and he would stay in peace for eternity, for now.

Empress Of Evil
January 17th, 2017, 05:17 AM
(Just gonna post this now so i'm not late due to the lack of wifi I have)
Crimsontiger sat amongst the other seven cats beside her. She would be the one to give the last life. She waited patiently, her tail curled neatly around her paws. She had already given a life to another leader (Russetstar). This was going to be her second one. The former warrior had given RiverClan's leader the life of forgiveness, though this time, she had something different in mind. Crimsontiger watched as Blizzardpaw stepped back to join the ranks of StarClan cats again and then she stepped forward.

"Greetings Halestar", Crimsontiger said with a warm tone of voice, giving Halestar a small smile. "I don't know if you'd know me, but I was part of ShadowClan before my death in the liberation", Crimsontiger continued. The ShadowClan liberation was the thing that had killed her and her best friend at the young age of 13 moons. They had fallen at the paws of each other. Although, the she cat didn't blame Grousestar, she didn't blame Blazingnight, she blamed no one but herself. Still, the past was in the past, all she could do was hope her friend would forgive her. "Through your journey as a leader, you'll be faced with difficult decisions, problems, the truth, and many other bumps along the way. You'll need to have the strength to pull you and your clan through all these problems, you must stay strong even if sacrifices need to be made for your clan" , Crimsontiger said. She paused for a moment before continuing. "With this life, I give you strength. No matter how hard things may get, you must stay strong for your clan", The starry pelted cat said in a quiet voice. She reached forward and pressed her nose gently to Halestar's. "You'll make ShadowClan great again. I believe in you. We all do", she whispered into her ear before pulling back to join everyone else.

Jingle
January 17th, 2017, 08:49 AM
A cream pine brown, and mottled starry tabby watched the cats give their lives, while thinking about was about to happen. He was going to give the new leader a new life. Indeed, a very, exciting thing, in his extended life. Eyes warm, he nodded to Wolfpaw, before stepping up, chin held high, proud look in his optics, but a kind one, nonetheless. It's time... "Hello, Halestar..." Blizzardpaw mewed, bounding out of the shadows, like a Dark Forest cat, leaping out to kill.

But, his eyes show with a purpose, kindness, and a great amount of compassion. "I, am Blizzardpaw, a former ee supporter, from not so long ago, ambitious, and full of hate." The apprentice paused for a moment, before continuing, eyes filled with warmth. So nervous... "But, my honor to my clan, and realization, changed that, and I became a better cat in my last days. And, with this life, I give you honor, always sacrifice yourself for your family, and your clan, no matter the cost. Some sacrifices are harder than others, but always pull through." He touched noses with Halestar, before stepping back, sorrow filling in his voice as he gave him the life. Memories of his past self, went through his mind as he spoke again. "It was something I only had at the last moment.." Blizzardpaw mewed, quite calmly, sadness dripping from his mouth, before leaping back into the shadows quite swiftly, filled with energy, and success. Oh how far I've gone... The starry filled tom thought, he had already accepted his death, and he would stay in peace for eternity, for now.

Halestorm nodded, looking at the former supporter of the evil cats and their ways. She shifted and nodded, "Yes, I'll keep that with me." she mewed softly, a small frown on her face. "Thank you, Blizzardpaw." The leader gave a small smile to the dead apprentice, he was born into a time where many stopped believing StarClan and all the beauty it did for the clans, she felt bad for the young apprentice. However, she would never forget him.

Jingle
January 17th, 2017, 08:52 AM
(Just gonna post this now so i'm not late due to the lack of wifi I have)
Crimsontiger sat amongst the other seven cats beside her. She would be the one to give the last life. She waited patiently, her tail curled neatly around her paws. She had already given a life to another leader (Russetstar). This was going to be her second one. The former warrior had given RiverClan's leader the life of forgiveness, though this time, she had something different in mind. Crimsontiger watched as Blizzardpaw stepped back to join the ranks of StarClan cats again and then she stepped forward.

"Greetings Halestar", Crimsontiger said with a warm tone of voice, giving Halestar a small smile. "I don't know if you'd know me, but I was part of ShadowClan before my death in the liberation", Crimsontiger continued. The ShadowClan liberation was the thing that had killed her and her best friend at the young age of 13 moons. They had fallen at the paws of each other. Although, the she cat didn't blame Grousestar, she didn't blame Blazingnight, she blamed no one but herself. Still, the past was in the past, all she could do was hope her friend would forgive her. "Through your journey as a leader, you'll be faced with difficult decisions, problems, the truth, and many other bumps along the way. You'll need to have the strength to pull you and your clan through all these problems, you must stay strong even if sacrifices need to be made for your clan" , Crimsontiger said. She paused for a moment before continuing. "With this life, I give you strength. No matter how hard things may get, you must stay strong for your clan", The starry pelted cat said in a quiet voice. She reached forward and pressed her nose gently to Halestar's. "You'll make ShadowClan great again. I believe in you. We all do", she whispered into her ear before pulling back to join everyone else.

Halestar listened to the wise words of the warrior standing before her and she nodded. Strength would be an important part of being a leader and being someone the whole clan could look up to. "Thank you." she mewed softly, green eyes focusing on the other cat. She blinked as the other cat leaned forward and whispered something to her. The new leader nodded and looked the other cat in the eye. "I will make it great again, thank you." she mewed softly, tail curling at the tip.

goddess of ducks
January 17th, 2017, 04:35 PM
A young, long furred gray tom cat stepped forwards, his pelt laced with stars. He was beaming kindly as he approached the soon to be new leader of his former Clan. He remembered in his time spent in Shadowclan when he would watch Halestorm as she led the clan in Timberstar's absence. He had always admired her courage and bravery, and was delighted to hear that he could deliver a life to her. She had always been like a role model to him, but here he was, giving a life to her, something he had never imagined he would do. As Graypaw reached her he smiled kindly at her. "Hello Halestar." He greeted kindly. "I'm not entirely sure you recognize me, but I was an apprentice in your Clan, not oo long ago. My name is Graypaw." He said, his voice growing serious and loosing its normal cheerful tone. The tom cat wanted to be friendly, but settled his eagerness, knowing this was a serious Clan ritual and it needed to be performed with accuracy. Graypaw took another step closer, his long starry gray fur almost close enough to touch hers. "With this life I give you a love for your kin." He stretched forwards, his nose bumping hers, probably a little too roughly because of his excitement, but he didn't care.

He could feel the nervous excitement the new leader held within her. He couldn't blame her for that. He was just glad that he could give her something he never experience before. With his mother in one clan and father in another who hated him, he had felt he never truly belonged to either of them. He had never really felt their love for him and his brothers, and he wanted to make sure no cat felt that way again. "May you have a love so strong and deep that it emanates from you. May you love your family and friends with a love so strong it's like a forest fire that cannot be contained. And may your love be also for your Clan, love them like your family, and protect them in the same way. They follow you and desire your love, may you have enough love to share with them." He meowed firmly. He stepped back, still beaming at the cat before him. Never in a million years had he dreamt that he would give a life to a leader, much less as an apprentice. "Good luck, Halestar." He purred with pride before he stepped back wards into the ranks of the others.

Reverie
January 17th, 2017, 04:38 PM
Arrowchaser padded up to the leader, "I'm Arrowchaser, you may have heard stories about me." She meowed, before touching her nose to the head of the leader. "I give you the life of courage, like I once had, be sure to use it wisely."

BEAR.
January 17th, 2017, 09:06 PM
Arrowchaser padded up to the leader, "I'm Arrowchaser, you may have heard stories about me." She meowed, before touching her nose to the head of the leader. "I give you the life of courage, like I once had, be sure to use it wisely."

[hi,

this is a closed roleplay, and seeing as you were not chosen from the applications, we ask you don't intrude.]

Jingle
January 17th, 2017, 09:38 PM
A young, long furred gray tom cat stepped forwards, his pelt laced with stars. He was beaming kindly as he approached the soon to be new leader of his former Clan. He remembered in his time spent in Shadowclan when he would watch Halestorm as she led the clan in Timberstar's absence. He had always admired her courage and bravery, and was delighted to hear that he could deliver a life to her. She had always been like a role model to him, but here he was, giving a life to her, something he had never imagined he would do. As Graypaw reached her he smiled kindly at her. "Hello Halestar." He greeted kindly. "I'm not entirely sure you recognize me, but I was an apprentice in your Clan, not oo long ago. My name is Graypaw." He said, his voice growing serious and loosing its normal cheerful tone. The tom cat wanted to be friendly, but settled his eagerness, knowing this was a serious Clan ritual and it needed to be performed with accuracy. Graypaw took another step closer, his long starry gray fur almost close enough to touch hers. "With this life I give you a love for your kin." He stretched forwards, his nose bumping hers, probably a little too roughly because of his excitement, but he didn't care.

He could feel the nervous excitement the new leader held within her. He couldn't blame her for that. He was just glad that he could give her something he never experience before. With his mother in one clan and father in another who hated him, he had felt he never truly belonged to either of them. He had never really felt their love for him and his brothers, and he wanted to make sure no cat felt that way again. "May you have a love so strong and deep that it emanates from you. May you love your family and friends with a love so strong it's like a forest fire that cannot be contained. And may your love be also for your Clan, love them like your family, and protect them in the same way. They follow you and desire your love, may you have enough love to share with them." He meowed firmly. He stepped back, still beaming at the cat before him. Never in a million years had he dreamt that he would give a life to a leader, much less as an apprentice. "Good luck, Halestar." He purred with pride before he stepped back wards into the ranks of the others.


The new leader smiled warmly at the young cat, looking down at him. She remembered this apprentice and how he would do all he could- even though his parents were from different clans. He was a great apprentice, and she felt bad that he had to leave the world so soon. Halestar felt the last life soak into her pelt as she looked down at Greypaw, "Thank you. I will remember that." she mewed softly.

And with saying that- the leader woke up in the Star Cave, standing up and shaking her pelt gently to remove the dust that had fallen from the stony overhand above her. She was now officially leader of ShadowClan and she would lead it to success.

Clover
January 18th, 2017, 05:29 PM
@Cloudy
With a limb bound tightly to her body by cobwebs and moss, Geckoleaf had a hard time navigating the steep slopes of the edges of the cave, down a winding path worn down by many seasons of medicine cats, leaders, deputies, and apprentices, all come for the same reason; to meet their ancestors in sleep, for many reasons. But this time it was not for a leader, or a deputy, come to receive guidance or lives. It was instead for a medicine cat apprentice to be accepted and initiated as a healer by the warriors of old, a point of pride in the lives of all medicine cats. Geckoleaf descended the declivity carefully, her paws treading the fine dirt with a sort of cautious nature that foretold of the strange treachery these slopes offered, as a fall would damage her limb beyond repair. The soft light that seemed to emanate from the pale, white crystals that dotted the gave illuminated her face with a strange light, washing her deep flame-colored fur a light peach. Her eyes glowed with an ethereal light, as she approached the Moonstone on light paws, despite her disability. She swiveled her head around to look at Arcticpaw, as she paused in front of the large clear-cut stone, her blue eyes light with joy as she surveyed the ghostly apprentice behind her. Tail twitching with anticipation of what was about to happen, she quietly asked; "Are you ready?" It was not a long phrase, or anything special, but it was still significant. She was asking Arcticpaw so much more than just if he was ready to be seen by StarClan, but if he was ready to give up being a warrior. Ready to give up kits and mate, ready to always be stuck in a den treating others, and laboring intensively to memorize herbs and treatments and illnesses. It was much to give up, but he still had much to gain. To be able to bring a cat back from near death, to see life be gained, and yet still see others pass to StarClan. To be able to commune with other in a way not including war and fighting, but healing and treating. She was proud of him and knew he was ready. Arcticpaw was to be, without a doubt, the next medicine cat of RiverClan

Brunch
January 18th, 2017, 06:16 PM
@Cloudy
With a limb bound tightly to her body by cobwebs and moss, Geckoleaf had a hard time navigating the steep slopes of the edges of the cave, down a winding path worn down by many seasons of medicine cats, leaders, deputies, and apprentices, all come for the same reason; to meet their ancestors in sleep, for many reasons. But this time it was not for a leader, or a deputy, come to receive guidance or lives. It was instead for a medicine cat apprentice to be accepted and initiated as a healer by the warriors of old, a point of pride in the lives of all medicine cats. Geckoleaf descended the declivity carefully, her paws treading the fine dirt with a sort of cautious nature that foretold of the strange treachery these slopes offered, as a fall would damage her limb beyond repair. The soft light that seemed to emanate from the pale, white crystals that dotted the gave illuminated her face with a strange light, washing her deep flame-colored fur a light peach. Her eyes glowed with an ethereal light, as she approached the Moonstone on light paws, despite her disability. She swiveled her head around to look at Arcticpaw, as she paused in front of the large clear-cut stone, her blue eyes light with joy as she surveyed the ghostly apprentice behind her. Tail twitching with anticipation of what was about to happen, she quietly asked; "Are you ready?" It was not a long phrase, or anything special, but it was still significant. She was asking Arcticpaw so much more than just if he was ready to be seen by StarClan, but if he was ready to give up being a warrior. Ready to give up kits and mate, ready to always be stuck in a den treating others, and laboring intensively to memorize herbs and treatments and illnesses. It was much to give up, but he still had much to gain. To be able to bring a cat back from near death, to see life be gained, and yet still see others pass to StarClan. To be able to commune with other in a way not including war and fighting, but healing and treating. She was proud of him and knew he was ready. Arcticpaw was to be, without a doubt, the next medicine cat of RiverClan
Though it was not as treacherous for Arcticpaw as he walked down, he still yielded almost every second. Though anticipation curled in a deep knot in his chest, the small white tom carefully strode down the soft slope. Arcticpaw tried to rush down the hill into the depths of the cave every now and then, but ultimately stumbled to a hault, knowing that he had to wait for his mentor to follow.
As they approached a soft light, Arcticpaw stood in awe next to the pool; the cave was nothing like he had pictured. The tom had expected it to be dark, and less eery; he had thought it wouldn't have the glow and sparkle of the dancing lights in the crystals. It still felt fantisysing to be in the cave, though, as if he were in a dream.
Arcticpaw's tri-colored tail flicked gently as he gazed sideways at Geckoleaf; the cave with its irredesent glow made the she-cat look different, and he guessed that he looked the same in the strange light.
The gray walls seemingly stared at Arcticpaw with interest as he settled in a low crouch where his mentor stood, squinting at the pool; it was quite different from the raging river, it almost seemed like glass.
Arcticpaw was knocked from his state of staring at the pool as Geckoleaf questioned him. It seemed quite odd to Arcticpaw why the she-cat had asked him the for longed question when they had reached the pool; the trek that they had made up there was difficult, especially for the gimp Geckoleaf. Arcticpaw could only guess what would have happened had he said no as he nodded quietly to Geckoleaf.

Clover
January 18th, 2017, 06:42 PM
Though it was not as treacherous for Arcticpaw as he walked down, he still yielded almost every second. Though anticipation curled in a deep knot in his chest, the small white tom carefully strode down the soft slope. Arcticpaw tried to rush down the hill into the depths of the cave every now and then, but ultimately stumbled to a hault, knowing that he had to wait for his mentor to follow.
As they approached a soft light, Arcticpaw stood in awe next to the pool; the cave was nothing like he had pictured. The tom had expected it to be dark, and less eery; he had thought it wouldn't have the glow and sparkle of the dancing lights in the crystals. It still felt fantisysing to be in the cave, though, as if he were in a dream.
Arcticpaw's tri-colored tail flicked gently as he gazed sideways at Geckoleaf; the cave with its irredesent glow made the she-cat look different, and he guessed that he looked the same in the strange light.
The gray walls seemingly stared at Arcticpaw with interest as he settled in a low crouch where his mentor stood, squinting at the pool; it was quite different from the raging river, it almost seemed like glass.
Arcticpaw was knocked from his state of staring at the pool as Geckoleaf questioned him. It seemed quite odd to Arcticpaw why the she-cat had asked him the for longed question when they had reached the pool; the trek that they had made up there was difficult, especially for the gimp Geckoleaf. Arcticpaw could only guess what would have happened had he said no as he nodded quietly to Geckoleaf.
Looking down at him with pride, a small smile flitted across her muzzle, and there it stayed. Eyes glittering with excitement and anticipation, she raised her chin and took a moment to remember the ceremony, the words that would officially pronounce Arcticpaw her apprentice, her legacy, the one to follow in her stead and heal warriors and kits alike for moons to come. Looking down at him, she swished her tail to signal they were beginning. "Arcticpaw, I have chosen you to be my predecessor and to learn the ways of the medicine cat. This is an honor unique to healing, and one you would not find anywhere else." She paused for a moment, and drew in a deep breath of the damp, cold air. "Arcticpaw, is it your wish to enter the mysteries of StarClan as an apprentice? [it is]. Then come forward." Drawing herself up to her full, yet still short height, she looked towards the pool of water with a calm, composed gaze, a level removed from her excitement of earlier. "Warriors of StarClan, I present you with this apprentice. He has chosen to pursue the path of a medicine cat. Grant Arcticpaw wisdom and insight, so that he may understand your ways and heal his clan with skill and grace." She turned to Arcticpaw and smiled again. "If you would, to the Moonstone. Your about to have your first dream,"she mewed softly, her voice gentle and encouraging.

Brunch
January 18th, 2017, 06:55 PM
Looking down at him with pride, a small smile flitted across her muzzle, and there it stayed. Eyes glittering with excitement and anticipation, she raised her chin and took a moment to remember the ceremony, the words that would officially pronounce Arcticpaw her apprentice, her legacy, the one to follow in her stead and heal warriors and kits alike for moons to come. Looking down at him, she swished her tail to signal they were beginning. "Arcticpaw, I have chosen you to be my predecessor and to learn the ways of the medicine cat. This is an honor unique to healing, and one you would not find anywhere else." She paused for a moment, and drew in a deep breath of the damp, cold air. "Arcticpaw, is it your wish to enter the mysteries of StarClan as an apprentice? [it is]. Then come forward." Drawing herself up to her full, yet still short height, she looked towards the pool of water with a calm, composed gaze, a level removed from her excitement of earlier. "Warriors of StarClan, I present you with this apprentice. He has chosen to pursue the path of a medicine cat. Grant Arcticpaw wisdom and insight, so that he may understand your ways and heal his clan with skill and grace." She turned to Arcticpaw and smiled again. "If you would, to the Moonstone. Your about to have your first dream,"she mewed softly, her voice gentle and encouraging.
The words Geckoleaf spoke seemed forgieng to Arcticpaw; out of all of the ceremonies he had witnessed, none had had words so intricately woven together. It was hard for his mind to wrap around what the sentences meant, everything was going so quickly it seemed as though it were a blur. Arcticpaw stepped forward, his eyes interested in the moon stone standing in front of him; it illuminated the cave more than any if the other small cristalites that dotted the ground. Though he said nothing as he advanced, his eyes bright blue eyes gave Geckoleaf a worried glance before he crouched down before it, pelt almost pressed to the dirt floor. Arcticpaw crammed his neck to touch his nose to the moon stone. As he did so, a cold, jutting feeling struck through him; StarClan was approaching him.

Clover
January 18th, 2017, 10:28 PM
The words Geckoleaf spoke seemed forgiving to Arcticpaw; out of all of the ceremonies he had witnessed, none had had words so intricately woven together. It was hard for his mind to wrap around what the sentences meant, everything was going so quickly it seemed as though it were a blur. Arcticpaw stepped forward, his eyes interested in the moonstone standing in front of him; it illuminated the cave more than any if the other small crystallites that dotted the ground. Though he said nothing as he advanced, his eyes bright blue eyes gave Geckoleaf a worried glance before he crouched down before it, pelt almost pressed to the dirt floor. Arcticpaw crammed his neck to touch his nose to the moonstone. As he did so, a cold, jutting feeling struck through him; StarClan was approaching him.
Geckoleaf smiled as he came forward and touch the moon stone, his body slumping as he fell into sleep. Following suit, she pressed her petite pink nose to the large stone, feeling a small dip where many cats had touched it. The chilly feeling spread through her body, and she felt herself being pulled into a dream. She relaxed and hoped that Arcticpaw would do so too. It was a hard feeling to get used to, ceasing control to beings higher than you, to simply trust them with your mind and body. Of course, he would eventually realize they meant him no harm and all the best. StarClan never wanted to hurt warriors or high ranks alike. As she awoke from the dream, her ghostlike body stood of its own accord, and her pale blue eyes of the dream opened to a small group of cats standing in front of her. To her side, Arcticpaw was there, and she wondered if he was dazed and bewildered, as she was. Looking around the throng of starry warriors, her whiskers flicked with surprise, and she straightened up. Her father was there, towards the back, looking at her and her new apprentice. She had never seen most of her deceased family members in dreams; her mother had never cared much for her kits, and she had only seen her father once before he drowned in the river. She could see so much of herself in him; the deep blue eyes, orange tabby fur and light markings. The way he held himself tall, with a quiet yet strong presence. She smiled at him but forced herself not to cry. This was for Arcticpaw, not her. Geckoleaf tried to bite back the tears, but a few drops fell from her cheeks, like crystal starlight as they glimmered in the strange glow of StarClan. Ears flattening, she looked away, back towards her apprentice.

Brunch
January 20th, 2017, 10:46 AM
Geckoleaf smiled as he came forward and touch the moon stone, his body slumping as he fell into sleep. Following suit, she pressed her petite pink nose to the large stone, feeling a small dip where many cats had touched it. The chilly feeling spread through her body, and she felt herself being pulled into a dream. She relaxed and hoped that Arcticpaw would do so too. It was a hard feeling to get used to, ceasing control to beings higher than you, to simply trust them with your mind and body. Of course, he would eventually realize they meant him no harm and all the best. StarClan never wanted to hurt warriors or high ranks alike. As she awoke from the dream, her ghostlike body stood of its own accord, and her pale blue eyes of the dream opened to a small group of cats standing in front of her. To her side, Arcticpaw was there, and she wondered if he was dazed and bewildered, as she was. Looking around the throng of starry warriors, her whiskers flicked with surprise, and she straightened up. Her father was there, towards the back, looking at her and her new apprentice. She had never seen most of her deceased family members in dreams; her mother had never cared much for her kits, and she had only seen her father once before he drowned in the river. She could see so much of herself in him; the deep blue eyes, orange tabby fur and light markings. The way he held himself tall, with a quiet yet strong presence. She smiled at him but forced herself not to cry. This was for Arcticpaw, not her. Geckoleaf tried to bite back the tears, but a few drops fell from her cheeks, like crystal starlight as they glimmered in the strange glow of StarClan. Ears flattening, she looked away, back towards her apprentice.
The dream was strange, but it still felt as though Arcticpaw was safe. For a moment, the tom thought that it wasn't a dream, since the territory was almost exact to what he had seen of it. Arcticpaw glanced over at Geckoleaf with a slight glimmer in his eyes, the tom knew that if he was caught up in the dream, he was meant to be a medicine cat. Arcticpaw's eyes wandered silently through the territory, finally realized that there were many cats standing before him, staring at with such intensity, it made the young apprentice blush under his white fur. His ring tail twitched as he glanced back at Geckoleaf, "What's going to happen?" he whispered quietly.
Most of the cats who were in the sea of starry warriors, Arcticpaw didn't know; some of them seemed so ancient that he guessed they died long before he had been born. Arcticpaw searched the group again, trying to find a cat who he may have known. The small tom was about to give up when he finally found a starry she-cat, who looked as though she was made of the night sky, more so than the others. Her emerald eyes blinked at Arcticpaw with such love that the tom almost cried; the cat was his grandmother, Nightpelt.
The apprentice bit back his tears as he glanced back at Geckoleaf again, awaiting his answer.

Clover
January 20th, 2017, 01:07 PM
The dream was strange, but it still felt as though Arcticpaw was safe. For a moment, the tom thought that it wasn't a dream since the territory was almost exact to what he had seen of it. Arcticpaw glanced over at Geckoleaf with a slight glimmer in his eyes, the tom knew that if he was caught up in the dream, he was meant to be a medicine cat. Arcticpaw's eyes wandered silently through the territory, finally realized that there were many cats standing before him, staring at with such intensity, it made the young apprentice blush under his white fur. His ringtail twitched as he glanced back at Geckoleaf, "What's going to happen?" he whispered quietly.
Most of the cats who were in the sea of starry warriors, Arcticpaw didn't know; some of them seemed so ancient that he guessed they died long before he had been born. Arcticpaw searched the group again, trying to find a cat who he may have known. The small tom was about to give up when he finally found a starry she-cat, who looked as though she was made of the night sky, more so than the others. Her emerald eyes blinked at Arcticpaw with such love that the tom almost cried; the cat was his grandmother, Nightpelt.
The apprentice bit back his tears as he glanced back at Geckoleaf again, awaiting his answer.
Clearing the salty tears from her own eyes, she managed a watery smile to Arcticpaw. "Maybe something, maybe nothing. This is really just for you to experience a dream. Go ahead and talk to whomever you want. They're all here for you," she mewed softly in response, gently nudging Arcticpaw's flank with her nose, urging him towards the small cluster of cats gathered in front of him. Seeing his expression, she realized her apprentice had his eyes locked on one cat. Following his gaze, the medicine cat saw the dark black she-cat with the green eyes he seemed so keen on. Though she had no idea who it was, she assumed it was someone important to the tom. "Go see her. If she means something to you, then act upon it," she whispered quietly, nuzzling the tuft of fur behind his ear before she pushed him forward, with no force but a gentle assurance that he'd be alright. Watching him for a moment longer, Geckoleaf shifted her gaze towards the crowd, searching for her father. But she didn't see any flash of bright orange, or a glint of sea blue. He was gone, but she could still feel the warmth of his love around her, the pride for what she had become. Sighing, the medicine cat sat on the soft dirt, and waited for Arcticpaw.

SuspiciousMindz
January 23rd, 2017, 05:08 PM
Blazingstorm stared, his golden hues taking in the gaping mouth of the cave and he allowed his fur to prickle along his spine as he awaited the medicine cat to speak or tell him what to do. The cave opened to blackness that appeared almost threatening to those who didn't know what lay beyond... like he, himself. The deputy looked towards Surgestorm, blinking. "So what am I supposed to do when we go inside? Do you know what to expect? What if Starclan doesn't accept me?" the questions flowed from his mouth as his widened hues rested on Surgestorm. Quickly the ginger tom shook his head and lifted his paws off the ground and shifted, almost like he were running in place. "I'm sorry, I'm nervous," he spoke realizing how unprepared and anxious he seemed. Blazingstorm happened to be one to voice things when he got scared or anxious and this was one of those moments. He was questioning Dapplestar's choice of deputy, would he really be able to live up to her pawsteps and lead Windclan already? The weight of leadership weighed down on his shoulders. He wasn't even 30 moons old yet, would his clan even take him seriously? Of course they would, he had their support before all this, now he just needed Starclan's approval to make everything official. Suddenly something dawned on him. He paused in place and stared at the cave once more, would he see his long lost friend and mentor?
Zero to Hero

Zero
January 25th, 2017, 05:36 PM
Blazingstorm stared, his golden hues taking in the gaping mouth of the cave and he allowed his fur to prickle along his spine as he awaited the medicine cat to speak or tell him what to do. The cave opened to blackness that appeared almost threatening to those who didn't know what lay beyond... like he, himself. The deputy looked towards Surgestorm, blinking. "So what am I supposed to do when we go inside? Do you know what to expect? What if Starclan doesn't accept me?" the questions flowed from his mouth as his widened hues rested on Surgestorm. Quickly the ginger tom shook his head and lifted his paws off the ground and shifted, almost like he were running in place. "I'm sorry, I'm nervous," he spoke realizing how unprepared and anxious he seemed. Blazingstorm happened to be one to voice things when he got scared or anxious and this was one of those moments. He was questioning Dapplestar's choice of deputy, would he really be able to live up to her pawsteps and lead Windclan already? The weight of leadership weighed down on his shoulders. He wasn't even 30 moons old yet, would his clan even take him seriously? Of course they would, he had their support before all this, now he just needed Starclan's approval to make everything official. Suddenly something dawned on him. He paused in place and stared at the cave once more, would he see his long lost friend and mentor?
Zero to Hero

Surgestorm padded up the slope to stand beside Blazingstorm at the opening of the tunnel that led into the StarCave, blinking as he took in the sight of the sacrid area for the first time in moons. He felt a bit of apprehension, as if he would still get in trouble for venturing out to this religious site. It's alright, it's over. He had to keep reminding himself that the evil era had ended, and that this was the start of something that was normal. At that thought, he turned his pale yellow gaze to look at WindClan's deputy, his soon-to-be leader, just as the other tom voiced his questions. "It's going to be alright," He meowed at first, offering a smile in the other cat's direction. The medicine cat could understand how the deputy felt, having felt just as nervous as a new medicine cat apprentice when he ventured into the StarCave for the first time. "It's a quick walk through a tunnel before we get to the Mooncyrstal. It'll probably be completely dark as we walk, so just follow the wall. You aren't claustrophobic, I hope?" He chuckled halfheartedly at that. "Once we're inside, you just touch your nose to the crystal, and you'll be pulled into a dream." The tom looked toward the gaping mouth of the cave once again, grinning. "And don't worry. You're ready, Blazingstorm. StarClan will approve of you."

SuspiciousMindz
January 25th, 2017, 05:44 PM
Surgestorm padded up the slope to stand beside Blazingstorm at the opening of the tunnel that led into the StarCave, blinking as he took in the sight of the sacrid area for the first time in moons. He felt a bit of apprehension, as if he would still get in trouble for venturing out to this religious site. It's alright, it's over. He had to keep reminding himself that the evil era had ended, and that this was the start of something that was normal. At that thought, he turned his pale yellow gaze to look at WindClan's deputy, his soon-to-be leader, just as the other tom voiced his questions. "It's going to be alright," He meowed at first, offering a smile in the other cat's direction. The medicine cat could understand how the deputy felt, having felt just as nervous as a new medicine cat apprentice when he ventured into the StarCave for the first time. "It's a quick walk through a tunnel before we get to the Mooncyrstal. It'll probably be completely dark as we walk, so just follow the wall. You aren't claustrophobic, I hope?" He chuckled halfheartedly at that. "Once we're inside, you just touch your nose to the crystal, and you'll be pulled into a dream." The tom looked toward the gaping mouth of the cave once again, grinning. "And don't worry. You're ready, Blazingstorm. StarClan will approve of you."
Blazingstorm stopped his nervous tick and looked towards the medicine cat. He could trust Surgestorm, after all he'd done this before and he was the clans medicine cat. How could Blazingstorm not? Nodding a little towards him, he gave a small smile at what he assumed to be an attempt at a small joke. "Alright," he spoke, nodding once more and looking at the mouth of the cave. His golden hues widened at the thought of walking through a tunnel. Soon, he'd understand the eerie stillness of air and the scent of damp stone, something Windclan cats had little to no experience with out on the moors. "Lead the way," Blazingstorm spoke, gesturing for the stormy colored tom to lead him. With his nerves mostly calm and his fur flat, and with the assumption Surgestorm had already started into the mouth of the cave, Blazingstorm followed. His whiskers touched the cave walls as he followed the tunnel, sticking close to Surgestorm's tail tip.

Zero
January 25th, 2017, 05:59 PM
Blazingstorm stopped his nervous tick and looked towards the medicine cat. He could trust Surgestorm, after all he'd done this before and he was the clans medicine cat. How could Blazingstorm not? Nodding a little towards him, he gave a small smile at what he assumed to be an attempt at a small joke. "Alright," he spoke, nodding once more and looking at the mouth of the cave. His golden hues widened at the thought of walking through a tunnel. Soon, he'd understand the eerie stillness of air and the scent of damp stone, something Windclan cats had little to no experience with out on the moors. "Lead the way," Blazingstorm spoke, gesturing for the stormy colored tom to lead him. With his nerves mostly calm and his fur flat, and with the assumption Surgestorm had already started into the mouth of the cave, Blazingstorm followed. His whiskers touched the cave walls as he followed the tunnel, sticking close to Surgestorm's tail tip.
Surgestorm's smile broke out into a wide grin when Blazingstorm responded well to his pep talk, assuming it had done the trick at giving the deputy some confidence. He gave his dark pelt a quick shake and then followed the other cat's command to take the lead toward and through the tunnel. The medicine cat was familiar with the damp, earthy smell of this cave, even if he was a WindClan cat; the StarCave was basically his second home afterall. However, he walked slowly, knowing that it would be difficult for Blazingstorm to move quickly through complete darkness without feeling as if he was going to run into something. He heading silently toward the echoing dripping noise that came from deeper within the tunnel, letting his fur brush softly against the right wall of the cave.
However, he sped up a bit when the tunnel began to widen into the cave that held the moon crystal, becoming a bit antsy with excitement. The medicine cat could barely wait to see his warrior ancestors once again. The large crystal clear stone glowed softly in the middle of the large cavern, lighting up his yellow orbs. However, he turned away to look at his companion, wanting to see his reaction.

SuspiciousMindz
January 25th, 2017, 06:06 PM
Surgestorm's smile broke out into a wide grin when Blazingstorm responded well to his pep talk, assuming it had done the trick at giving the deputy some confidence. He gave his dark pelt a quick shake and then followed the other cat's command to take the lead toward and through the tunnel. The medicine cat was familiar with the damp, earthy smell of this cave, even if he was a WindClan cat; the StarCave was basically his second home afterall. However, he walked slowly, knowing that it would be difficult for Blazingstorm to move quickly through complete darkness without feeling as if he was going to run into something. He heading silently toward the echoing dripping noise that came from deeper within the tunnel, letting his fur brush softly against the right wall of the cave.
However, he sped up a bit when the tunnel began to widen into the cave that held the moon crystal, becoming a bit antsy with excitement. The medicine cat could barely wait to see his warrior ancestors once again. The large crystal clear stone glowed softly in the middle of the large cavern, lighting up his yellow orbs. However, he turned away to look at his companion, wanting to see his reaction.
Blazingstorm felt fear prickle through his pelt as he walked through the utter darkness. His breaths came short until he thought he was going to turn and flee. No! You're better than this, it's just a cave, he scolded himself and continued following. The earthy smells were unfamiliar and the stillness in the air made him feel uncomfortable, but he kept pushing, knowing that Surgestorm was confident in what he was doing. Finally, however, the tunnel widened and Surgestorms shadowy figure moved for his golden hues to rest on a glowing object. "Is that it?" he gasped. Even though his voice was low, in the cave it seemed to be like he were talking. Taken aback by the glowing crystal, his gaze couldn't seem to tear away from it. Blazingstorm had never seen such a thing before, how lucky the medicine cats were to see this so often. Suddenly the fear that had threatened to make him turn around and flee was gone as the Starcrystal seemed comforting. Must be the ancestors around it, he thought to himself, finally able to tear his gaze away to look almost excitedly at Surgestorm. Although he was still a little lost on what to do and hope his -- what he assumed -- friend would tell him when it was time to touch his nose to it or if that moment needed to be now.

Assuming Surgestorm gave him the okay, the deputy stepped forward and gently place his nose to the Mooncrystal. Almost immediately, Blazingstorm was swept into a world of darkness and when his golden hues finally opened, he was peering around at a starry territory. He blinked in awe and the stars above him seemed to swirl downwards until he could see outlines of cats, some fainter than others, standing around him. Blazingstorm wanted to move, but his paws seemed stuck to the ground and when he tried to say anything, he seemed at a loss for words. The ginger tom simply awaited something to happen now.

zinfranny
January 27th, 2017, 11:35 PM
An eruption of numbing wind split through Gyrewind. The feline shot into consciousness, and for one single heartbeat, his body was nothing but engulfed by the bellow of the storm. But it stopped. In the blink of an eye, the wind had been killed to all but a soothing breeze, licking his face with comforting coolness. His eyes were wider then a pair of silver moons, jaw agape with a face ridden by terror. The cat had exploded onto his feet from when he was once sleeping. His coiled spine relaxed as the tongue of the breeze sunk in, as if brushing away the impetuous gale. He felt it on his fur that had been blasted to one direction. It was soothing as it climbed over the rolling hills. Gyrewind blinked, making an uneasy sound as he swallowed down his fear.
What... What is this?
Gyrewind was faced against verdant hills that stretched far and above his head. The faces of the great masses were swept by stars- brilliant specks and a climbing fog that carried a grey-blue haze that made an ominous radiance. His lungs were filled with such pure, crisp air that his breaths were forced shallow. Gyrewind blinked in awe, but at the same time, he didn't want to miss what his eyes saw. His paws creaked, but he turned around. Magnificent oak trees stared down at him, forming a forest that had been behind him the whole time. Among the trunks was the same dazzling, white glow, bathing the bark and the brush. Behind them, he was sure he saw an unnatural shimmer. Curiosity drew him to enter the oak trees. Rearing around the trunks revealed a vast lake. The waves that slapped upon the shore a ways from his paws were nothing of what he had ever seen in his life. The water was pristine- divine. The shimmer upon its surface flushed his face with its light, and he looked to the sky. To his amazement, a strip of stars drifted what seemed like just above the oak trees. The luminosity was purple, green, blue. Gyrewind could hardly process the glory, the brilliancy. His jaw was hanging with a twinge of a bewildered smile. He... He surely was walking among the divine.

wren
January 27th, 2017, 11:48 PM
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Empress Of Evil
January 28th, 2017, 05:04 AM
Blazingstorm felt fear prickle through his pelt as he walked through the utter darkness. His breaths came short until he thought he was going to turn and flee. No! You're better than this, it's just a cave, he scolded himself and continued following. The earthy smells were unfamiliar and the stillness in the air made him feel uncomfortable, but he kept pushing, knowing that Surgestorm was confident in what he was doing. Finally, however, the tunnel widened and Surgestorms shadowy figure moved for his golden hues to rest on a glowing object. "Is that it?" he gasped. Even though his voice was low, in the cave it seemed to be like he were talking. Taken aback by the glowing crystal, his gaze couldn't seem to tear away from it. Blazingstorm had never seen such a thing before, how lucky the medicine cats were to see this so often. Suddenly the fear that had threatened to make him turn around and flee was gone as the Starcrystal seemed comforting. Must be the ancestors around it, he thought to himself, finally able to tear his gaze away to look almost excitedly at Surgestorm. Although he was still a little lost on what to do and hope his -- what he assumed -- friend would tell him when it was time to touch his nose to it or if that moment needed to be now.

Assuming Surgestorm gave him the okay, the deputy stepped forward and gently place his nose to the Mooncrystal. Almost immediately, Blazingstorm was swept into a world of darkness and when his golden hues finally opened, he was peering around at a starry territory. He blinked in awe and the stars above him seemed to swirl downwards until he could see outlines of cats, some fainter than others, standing around him. Blazingstorm wanted to move, but his paws seemed stuck to the ground and when he tried to say anything, he seemed at a loss for words. The ginger tom simply awaited something to happen now.

Crimsontiger stood behind a tree, concealed by the mist. Another one had comes to recieve their lives. 4 new leaders, all so recent, she thought. It was quite sad that the clans had lost 4 leaders in such recent time, not exactly including RiverClan. Ah well, i'm sure they will all do great for their clan. Stepping forward, the young warrior revealed herself from the mist. "Greetings Blazingstorm", she said, dipping her head in a respective greeting. This was the 3 life she would give to a cat, and the fourth was to be given soon as well.

She glanced around her, seeing the figures of the other cats who would give him his other lives. Although, she doubted Blazingstorm could see them. "I am Crimsontiger. A former ShadowClan warrior", she introduced, giving the tom a small but warm smile. Not wanting to waste another moment, Crimsontiger continued. "With this life, I give you respect. Respect, the ones near you, old or new. Respect leads to trust, loyalty and friendship. There may be a time where you'll need the loyalty of your clan to help you. No matter who the cat, and what they've done", Crimsontiger said. The warrior reached forward to tap her nose to his, afterwards drawing back slowly. "You'll do good for WindClan, just believe....", she whispered before padding back slowly, her black pelt slowly fading into the mist, as the next cat stepped forward.

monfang
January 28th, 2017, 09:52 AM
Blazingstorm felt fear prickle through his pelt as he walked through the utter darkness. His breaths came short until he thought he was going to turn and flee. No! You're better than this, it's just a cave, he scolded himself and continued following. The earthy smells were unfamiliar and the stillness in the air made him feel uncomfortable, but he kept pushing, knowing that Surgestorm was confident in what he was doing. Finally, however, the tunnel widened and Surgestorms shadowy figure moved for his golden hues to rest on a glowing object. "Is that it?" he gasped. Even though his voice was low, in the cave it seemed to be like he were talking. Taken aback by the glowing crystal, his gaze couldn't seem to tear away from it. Blazingstorm had never seen such a thing before, how lucky the medicine cats were to see this so often. Suddenly the fear that had threatened to make him turn around and flee was gone as the Starcrystal seemed comforting. Must be the ancestors around it, he thought to himself, finally able to tear his gaze away to look almost excitedly at Surgestorm. Although he was still a little lost on what to do and hope his -- what he assumed -- friend would tell him when it was time to touch his nose to it or if that moment needed to be now.

Assuming Surgestorm gave him the okay, the deputy stepped forward and gently place his nose to the Mooncrystal. Almost immediately, Blazingstorm was swept into a world of darkness and when his golden hues finally opened, he was peering around at a starry territory. He blinked in awe and the stars above him seemed to swirl downwards until he could see outlines of cats, some fainter than others, standing around him. Blazingstorm wanted to move, but his paws seemed stuck to the ground and when he tried to say anything, he seemed at a loss for words. The ginger tom simply awaited something to happen now.
Moonfang appeared and smiled, looking at the deputy. She had watched him, and she was happy to be here to give him his life. Her once black pelt was filled with stars, giving her a star-sky look. Her orange eyes shone with an old loving wisdom. With a rise of her head, and padded forward. "I am Moonfang. Former warrior of ShadowClan." she purred and her orange eyes beamed. "With this life, I give you wisdom. Use it to know the difference between right and wrong, so that you may make the right choices, sacrifices, and plans for your clan." she purred, and touched her nose to his, then looked back at him. She couldn't help but to purr, looking at the once deputy, so young, and he was becoming a leader. Something most could only dream of. She felt good in this tom, and truly believed he would be the greatest for his clan. "We will be here to guide you all of the way. Never look away from us, for it could lead to you downfall." she said, and stepped back, a calm smile on her maw. "You'll do fine, Blazing."

Zero
January 28th, 2017, 09:53 AM
Blazingstorm felt fear prickle through his pelt as he walked through the utter darkness. His breaths came short until he thought he was going to turn and flee. No! You're better than this, it's just a cave, he scolded himself and continued following. The earthy smells were unfamiliar and the stillness in the air made him feel uncomfortable, but he kept pushing, knowing that Surgestorm was confident in what he was doing. Finally, however, the tunnel widened and Surgestorms shadowy figure moved for his golden hues to rest on a glowing object. "Is that it?" he gasped. Even though his voice was low, in the cave it seemed to be like he were talking. Taken aback by the glowing crystal, his gaze couldn't seem to tear away from it. Blazingstorm had never seen such a thing before, how lucky the medicine cats were to see this so often. Suddenly the fear that had threatened to make him turn around and flee was gone as the Starcrystal seemed comforting. Must be the ancestors around it, he thought to himself, finally able to tear his gaze away to look almost excitedly at Surgestorm. Although he was still a little lost on what to do and hope his -- what he assumed -- friend would tell him when it was time to touch his nose to it or if that moment needed to be now.

Assuming Surgestorm gave him the okay, the deputy stepped forward and gently place his nose to the Mooncrystal. Almost immediately, Blazingstorm was swept into a world of darkness and when his golden hues finally opened, he was peering around at a starry territory. He blinked in awe and the stars above him seemed to swirl downwards until he could see outlines of cats, some fainter than others, standing around him. Blazingstorm wanted to move, but his paws seemed stuck to the ground and when he tried to say anything, he seemed at a loss for words. The ginger tom simply awaited something to happen now.

(Sorry, writers block)
The medicine cat smiled at the other tom's reaction, nodding eagarly. "Yup, that's it," He responded, turning to admire the glowing crystal once more.
Surgestorm nodded as the deputy stepped forward and touched his nose to the stone, waiting for a moment before joining him. He jumped a bit from the cold of the stone against his nose, but quickly got used to it and relaxed once more. The tom lowered himself to lay down, and closed his eyes, sinking into the darkness. There was a moment of weightlessness, a moment where he hung between worlds, and then his paws touched solid ground once more. When he opened his eyes, he was surrounded by stars.
The medicine cat stood close by as the sacrid ceremony began, interested since this was his first time actually seeing the ceremony and not just hearing about it.

SuspiciousMindz
January 28th, 2017, 11:29 AM
Crimsontiger stood behind a tree, concealed by the mist. Another one had comes to recieve their lives. 4 new leaders, all so recent, she thought. It was quite sad that the clans had lost 4 leaders in such recent time, not exactly including RiverClan. Ah well, i'm sure they will all do great for their clan. Stepping forward, the young warrior revealed herself from the mist. "Greetings Blazingstorm", she said, dipping her head in a respective greeting. This was the 3 life she would give to a cat, and the fourth was to be given soon as well.

She glanced around her, seeing the figures of the other cats who would give him his other lives. Although, she doubted Blazingstorm could see them. "I am Crimsontiger. A former ShadowClan warrior", she introduced, giving the tom a small but warm smile. Not wanting to waste another moment, Crimsontiger continued. "With this life, I give you respect. Respect, the ones near you, old or new. Respect leads to trust, loyalty and friendship. There may be a time where you'll need the loyalty of your clan to help you. No matter who the cat, and what they've done", Crimsontiger said. "You'll do good for WindClan, just believe....", she whispered before padding back slowly, her black pelt slowly fading into the mist, as the next cat stepped forward.

Moonfang appeared and smiled, looking at the deputy. She had watched him, and she was happy to be here to give him his life. Her once black pelt was filled with stars, giving her a star-sky look. Her orange eyes shone with an old loving wisdom. With a rise of her head, and padded forward. "I am Moonfang. Former warrior of ShadowClan." she purred and her orange eyes beamed. "With this life, I give you wisdom. Use it to know the difference between right and wrong, so that you may make the right choices, sacrifices, and plans for your clan." she purred, and touched her nose to his, then looked back at him. She couldn't help but to purr, looking at the once deputy, so young, and he was becoming a leader. Something most could only dream of. She felt good in this tom, and truly believed he would be the greatest for his clan. "We will be here to guide you all of the way. Never look away from us, for it could lead to you downfall." she said, and stepped back, a calm smile on her maw. "You'll do fine, Blazing."

Blazingstorm was first greeted by a very bright warrior. He assumed this meant she was newer to Starclan, however he still didn't recognize her from the past. As his golden hues watched the starry cat appear, he was soon listening to the life she was giving him. The tap to the forehead with her nose sent a calm wave washing over him. Blazingstorm could picture his elders and the other leaders soon followed by his clan mates whom have shown him nothing but respect. When the calming wave dissipated, he opened his hues to see the she-cat walking away.

Blazingstorm casted a glance towards Surgestorm, wondering if he'd witnessed anything like this before. His gaze gave nothing away but the awe he felt. The ginger deputy wasn't aware that were a few lives he'd receive that wouldn't be as pleasant as the one Crimsontiger gave him.

Next a black and white she-cat appeared. Her orange gaze locked with his golden and he awaited another surge of energy. As Moonfang spoke, he awaited her nose to tap his forehead, however when it did this surge of energy was different from the last. Something he wasn't expecting. Suddenly Blazingstorm could picture all the best places in the moors. He felt as though he knew what choices to make and with confidence. It was almost as if he could feel Starclan's wisdom wrapping around his head, showing him the way. The life's energy didn't last too long however and when his eyes opened again, he was watching Moonfang walk away.

~Breadsticks~
January 28th, 2017, 11:40 AM
Suspiciousmindz
A short tabby Starclan warrior padded toward the ginger tom, a small smile on her face, "Hello Blazingstorm, I am Alderberry, former warrior of Windclan." She stopped just in front of him and purred, "Make us proud young one." Her paws swirled with stars as she took another step forward, her tail flicking behind her as her eyes twinkled with joy. "With this life I give you courage, use it to stand up for your clan and give them the courage they need in a strong leader." She pressed her nose against his forehead before stepping back and padding back to the other Starclan cats around her.

SuspiciousMindz
January 28th, 2017, 11:58 AM
Suspiciousmindz
A short tabby Starclan warrior padded toward the ginger tom, a small smile on her face, "Hello Blazingstorm, I am Alderberry, former warrior of Windclan." She stopped just in front of him and purred, "Make us proud young one." Her paws swirled with stars as she took another step forward, her tail flicking behind her as her eyes twinkled with joy. "With this life I give you courage, use it to stand up for your clan and give them the courage they need in a strong leader." She pressed her nose against his forehead before stepping back and padding back to the other Starclan cats around her.
Blazingstorm felt power behind this surge of energy. As the former Windclan warrior pulled away, the energy from the life she gave him still lingered. He didn't feel fear for that moment of time, everything was clear and his urge to defend and provide were heightened in this moment. His golden hues remained shut for a moment longer, opening to gaze at the tabby he never knew. As the energy faded, so did she. 3 lives down, he thought to himself. However, out of all the lives so far, the power behind this last one was his favorite. He enjoyed the feelings it gave him and the tingling sensation that did linger.
Blazingstorm awaited another Starclan cat to appear, wondering if there would be anyone he knew. His gaze drifted around the star filled clearing. This was something he'd never forget, that was for certain.

seasalt
January 28th, 2017, 12:06 PM
Blazingstorm felt power behind this surge of energy. As the former Windclan warrior pulled away, the energy from the life she gave him still lingered. He didn't feel fear for that moment of time, everything was clear and his urge to defend and provide were heightened in this moment. His golden hues remained shut for a moment longer, opening to gaze at the tabby he never knew. As the energy faded, so did she. 3 lives down, he thought to himself. However, out of all the lives so far, the power behind this last one was his favorite. He enjoyed the feelings it gave him and the tingling sensation that did linger.
Blazingstorm awaited another Starclan cat to appear, wondering if there would be anyone he knew. His gaze drifted around the star filled clearing. This was something he'd never forget, that was for certain.


So much had happened in the years, two evil eras, and he had been in only one of them, killed, defying the evil leader that had once stood their. Mousetracker thought about his life before death, it had been so long ago, and he missed it so much, his family, his friends, they still lived on, without him. Now, coming back to the present, the old Starclan Cat gave a nod to himself, waiting to be next. This was it, a new leader, a new legacy for him to watch, forever following in the land of time. He would try to guide this generation, and this time, stop evil eras from beginning again, if he could. Mousetracker slinked out of the crowded mist, toward the new leader, his rusty storm gray pelt shining with starlight, amber hues filled with warmth, and elegant calmness. He hoped, their would not be a third evil era, he hoped with all his heart.
"Hello Blazingstorm, I...am Mousetracker, a former Windclan Cat, killed in the fire during the second evil era." The tall, rough furred tom introduced himself smoothly and quickly, his long, thin winding tail low to the ground, slinking with a great confidence, optics bright. "And...With this life, I give you forgiveness..always give another chance not just to others, but to yourself. Forgiving yourself is a great gift you make upon yourself, never forget that, Blazingstorm." The tall tom cat spoke, amber eyes bright with meaning, head dipped in respect, before lifting his head to touch the leaders head, and give him the life, eyes burning brightly, like a flame. He knew the pain, and trials the young tom went through, which was why he gave this life to him, to remember, forgiveness is an important factor of life. He also knew, this life would hurt, but, that was a tough disadvantage of this. Backing away, the tom flicked his tail in a friendly goodbye, and, with a nod, slinked slowly into the mist behind him, tail trailing right behind him, disappearing into the mist beyond.

Fel
January 28th, 2017, 12:23 PM
An eruption of numbing wind split through Gyrewind. The feline shot into consciousness, and for one single heartbeat, his body was nothing but engulfed by the bellow of the storm. But it stopped. In the blink of an eye, the wind had been killed to all but a soothing breeze, licking his face with comforting coolness. His eyes were wider then a pair of silver moons, jaw agape with a face ridden by terror. The cat had exploded onto his feet from when he was once sleeping. His coiled spine relaxed as the tongue of the breeze sunk in, as if brushing away the impetuous gale. He felt it on his fur that had been blasted to one direction. It was soothing as it climbed over the rolling hills. Gyrewind blinked, making an uneasy sound as he swallowed down his fear.
What... What is this?
Gyrewind was faced against verdant hills that stretched far and above his head. The faces of the great masses were swept by stars- brilliant specks and a climbing fog that carried a grey-blue haze that made an ominous radiance. His lungs were filled with such pure, crisp air that his breaths were forced shallow. Gyrewind blinked in awe, but at the same time, he didn't want to miss what his eyes saw. His paws creaked, but he turned around. Magnificent oak trees stared down at him, forming a forest that had been behind him the whole time. Among the trunks was the same dazzling, white glow, bathing the bark and the brush. Behind them, he was sure he saw an unnatural shimmer. Curiosity drew him to enter the oak trees. Rearing around the trunks revealed a vast lake. The waves that slapped upon the shore a ways from his paws were nothing of what he had ever seen in his life. The water was pristine- divine. The shimmer upon its surface flushed his face with its light, and he looked to the sky. To his amazement, a strip of stars drifted what seemed like just above the oak trees. The luminosity was purple, green, blue. Gyrewind could hardly process the glory, the brilliancy. His jaw was hanging with a twinge of a bewildered smile. He... He surely was walking among the divine.

It had taken a bit of time for her to get used to walking in Starclan. Indeed, Twitefall's pelt glittered with stars now- it was what happened after you'd made enemies. She was killed after her kits had been born, and it wasn't something not to be expected, despite her having been a queen at the time. She was a supporter of Ratnight, and his rather cruel ways- it was for survival, though she'd started to feel guilty about it after being sent up here- this place was for good cats. I... I shouldn't be here, y'know? She'd taken it upon herself to try an understand that fact- but maybe it was clear that the cats up here had forgiven her. It was a fate far easier than that of life in the dark forest, and so she was glad about it. Besides, there was something more important to worry about today- giving Gyrewind his nine lives, and ensuring that Thunderclan goes on. It's my clan- I can't let it end with Ashstar's death. Looking around, the tom had appeared right on time- and it looked like she would have to greet him. Stepping out of the forest which shone bright with starlight, Twitefall looked into Gyrewind's eyes as she walked over towards the deputy- "Welcome to Starclan- are you ready to get your nine lives?"

SuspiciousMindz
January 28th, 2017, 12:39 PM
So much had happened in the years, two evil eras, and he had been in only one of them, killed, defying the evil leader that had once stood their. Mousetracker thought about his life before death, it had been so long ago, and he missed it so much, his family, his friends, they still lived on, without him. Now, coming back to the present, the old Starclan Cat gave a nod to himself, waiting to be next. This was it, a new leader, a new legacy for him to watch, forever following in the land of time. He would try to guide this generation, and this time, stop evil eras from beginning again, if he could. Mousetracker slinked out of the crowded mist, toward the new leader, his rusty storm gray pelt shining with starlight, amber hues filled with warmth, and elegant calmness. He hoped, their would not be a third evil era, he hoped with all his heart.
"Hello Blazingstorm, I...am Mousetracker, a former Windclan Cat, killed in the fire during the second evil era." The tall, rough furred tom introduced himself smoothly and quickly, his long, thin winding tail low to the ground, slinking with a great confidence, optics bright. "And...With this life, I give you forgiveness..always give another chance not just to others, but to yourself. Forgiving yourself is a great gift you make upon yourself, never forget that, Blazingstorm." The tall tom cat spoke, amber eyes bright with meaning, head dipped in respect, before lifting his head to touch the leaders head, and give him the life, eyes burning brightly, like a flame. He knew the pain, and trials the young tom went through, which was why he gave this life to him, to remember, forgiveness is an important factor of life. He also knew, this life would hurt, but, that was a tough disadvantage of this. Backing away, the tom flicked his tail in a friendly goodbye, and, with a nod, slinked slowly into the mist behind him, tail trailing right behind him, disappearing into the mist beyond.
As Mousetracker introduced himself, part of him felt bad for the feline. Another soul lost the Evil Era, he began to wonder just how many there were in Starclan due to this. Many by the looks of it. Blazingstorm listened to Mousetracker's words, his golden hues seemed to gaze in something unknown, there was a meaning behind this life. He was ready for something calming again, but this life was unexpected. Blazingstorm was almost brought to the ground as he witnessed a scenario he never wanted to relive. This led to present day, he was standing proudly gazing at his clan mates. It was wonderful for the moment, but the powerful jaws snapped again which led him to a few familiar faces in which he thought he could never forgive. Wincing at the energy, Blazingstorm managed to stay on his paws and as he opened his hues once more, he was rigid. Mousetracker was already gone. I don't want to go through that again, he spoke silently, hoping that no other life would be something like that.

wren
January 28th, 2017, 06:54 PM
Sandpaw. Where are uuu?!?! Thunder can't just be thinking strange thoughts the whole time XD. Was that interrupting or was that post placed correctly? )


A large Tom sat in the corner of the cavern. His pelt shone like the others, millions of small stars twinkling within him. His golden eyes the same as if he lived again. He watched the deputy with a catious glance. Rarely was it that an outsider made his way up the ranks, not to leader most of all. He was skeptical about him. Curling his lip over his teeth he gently swallowed down his worry. Curling his large bushy tail around his paws providing little to no comfort in giving this life. He planned on going last, it wasn't a bad thing to wish him luck and give him a little talk? Was it? The stormy coloured Tom released a heavy sigh scanning the array of starry cats assembled to give lives to the new thunderclan leader.
Some he had seen around. The two Shadowclan cats. Others where clanmates he knew in his life. He then rested his gaze back on the Tom cantered within the small cavernous cave. The loss of the previous leader was a hard hit. For all the cats lost in the EE. They strived to see the day a new leader came to uphold starclans rules. Though he was already long gone by that point he had watched in horror as clan mates ripped each other to shreds. He had wished he been down there. To have been there and fought alongside his descendants.
Fortunetly for him he wasn't needed. Slatestorm Stormrunner and Sorreltree had made it out alive. His three daughters. As his mind drifted the lives where continually given. He then caught the tail end of the last one and nodded slightly as if he had been listening the whole time and agreed.

Hexict
January 28th, 2017, 07:48 PM
Suspiciousmindz

A dark grey tabby stood back and watched as everyone gave the new Windclan leader lives. Even though this was the second life he'd give to a leader, Northpath still felt extremely nervous. He feared that he would say the wrong thing - though he had the same fear when during Russetstar's ceremony, and he hadn't messed up. Or at least he hadn't thought he had. He shook out his star cover pelt before moving towards the orange tom.

The young tom stepped forward and approached Blazingstorm as Mousetracker retreated among the stars in the same manner as the others had done after finishing with giving the flame colored tom a life. He never knew Blazingstorm. The medicine cat assistant had died during the Thunderclan liberation battle, so he wasn't around for the announcement of the new deputy for Windclan. He wondered if Blazingstorm feared being leader. It wasn't too long after he became deputy that he was now receiving his nine lives. I don't think i could have ever succeeded Zerosight, he thought.

"Blazingstorm, we never met though in Starclan I have heard of you," he began, steadying himself though he still could feel the butterflies. "And with this life, I give you Determination. Use it when you feel lost, make sure to keep pushing yourself forward - if not for yourself, than for those who can't continue anymore," he stretched out his neck in order to touch his nose to the new leader's forehead. Northpath struggled with this during Rusststar's ceremony as well. "I'm sure you will use this life in the future, you seem to be a string cat," he flicked his tabby tail towards Blazingstorm's chest, pointing out his heart.

After doing so, Northpath turned and padded back towards the other Starclan cats, and awaited to watch the ceremony officially come to a close. He let his autumn gaze watch Blazingstorm. He knew that the lives must hurt the leaders and wished that it wasn't so. Even thought some time had passe since his death, he still had his medicine cat instincts and hated seeing others in pain, especially being the cause of such pain. But he knew that this must happen for Blazingstorm to receive these lives, and the pain should be quick.

SuspiciousMindz
January 28th, 2017, 11:44 PM
Suspiciousmindz

A dark grey tabby stood back and watched as everyone gave the new Windclan leader lives. Even though this was the second life he'd give to a leader, Northpath still felt extremely nervous. He feared that he would say the wrong thing - though he had the same fear when during Russetstar's ceremony, and he hadn't messed up. Or at least he hadn't thought he had. He shook out his star cover pelt before moving towards the orange tom.

The young tom stepped forward and approached Blazingstorm as Mousetracker retreated among the stars in the same manner as the others had done after finishing with giving the flame colored tom a life. He never knew Blazingstorm. The medicine cat assistant had died during the Thunderclan liberation battle, so he wasn't around for the announcement of the new deputy for Windclan. He wondered if Blazingstorm feared being leader. It wasn't too long after he became deputy that he was now receiving his nine lives. I don't think i could have ever succeeded Zerosight, he thought.

"Blazingstorm, we never met though in Starclan I have heard of you," he began, steadying himself though he still could feel the butterflies. "And with this life, I give you Determination. Use it when you feel lost, make sure to keep pushing yourself forward - if not for yourself, than for those who can't continue anymore," he stretched out his neck in order to touch his nose to the new leader's forehead. Northpath struggled with this during Rusststar's ceremony as well. "I'm sure you will use this life in the future, you seem to be a strong cat," he flicked his tabby tail towards Blazingstorm's chest, pointing out his heart.

After doing so, Northpath turned and padded back towards the other Starclan cats, and awaited to watch the ceremony officially come to a close. He let his autumn gaze watch Blazingstorm. He knew that the lives must hurt the leaders and wished that it wasn't so. Even thought some time had passe since his death, he still had his medicine cat instincts and hated seeing others in pain, especially being the cause of such pain. But he knew that this must happen for Blazingstorm to receive these lives, and the pain should be quick.
Blazingstorm recognized this feline. Only by name. He knew Northpath was Zerosight's apprentice, but they had associated due to the clan rivalries. The ginger tom-cat blinked a greeting and braced himself for something painful. Although this rush of energy was similar to the first. Blazingstorm felt the sudden urge to defend and provide for his clan mates. He could feel the desperation for survival, and not just that, but to thrive. It started out powerful, but the life quickly faded into something painful. The determination to keep pushing even when things go horribly wrong and cats lose lives to each other. Blazingstorm suddenly understood what Dapplestar must've felt when the Evil Era occurred. Once he was sure the life was given, he let out a small gasp, releasing the breath he hadn't known he was holding. He blinked open his eyes to gaze around the clearing. Four lives to go, he tried to encourage himself. Blazingstorm didn't realize that by receiving these lives, he was suddenly feeling weak and the weight of leadership was really beginning to weigh down on his shoulders. Although like he always did, the ginger warrior straightened himself up and stood proud and tall, facing the Starclan warriors, ready for his next life.

doghouse
January 29th, 2017, 03:36 AM
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They stood by, watching as each cat, in turn, and they were almost unaware that it was their turn, and looked somewhat embarrassed at first, but quickly, they shook off their embarrassment and cast a quick look around, waiting until Northpath had moved away, then Ravenpaw stepped forwards, their head lowered slightly once. As they approached Blazingstorm, and as they got a bit closer, Ravenpaw wondered if they'd seen this cat before, during their time alive, but highly doubted it. The only time they had ever been in WindClan was when the battles were taking place. Ravenpaw was uncertain exactly what to do, but they knew the words, just not how to say them, and that made them nervous. They didn't want to mess up, as the black apprentice, with their silver points tended to mess up with a lot of things. Stepping closer they raised their head so they were nearly eye level with the ginger tom, their pale yellow eyes bright as they waited a few heartbeats. The young apprentice, hardly six moons when they'd died. When Hannibal and Onyx had killed them, or more, Hannibal had killed them. Onyx had merely sat aack and watched. But Ravenpaw was proud to have died in the service of SkyClan, not the other Clans. “Hello, Blazingstar.” they said in a friendly but serious tone, careful not to stumble over their words, as they sometimes did. “I am Ravenpaw. I was an apprentice of SkyClan.” they added, closing their eyes for a moment and then looking back at Blazingstorm, preparing to give him the life. “With this life, I give you humor. Use it to find amusement to break tension and give laughter to those who need it.” they meowed quietly, reaching their head forwards to touch it with Blazingstorm's, closing their eyes as they did, unwilling to see whether or not the life caused the WindClan deputy any pain. They didn't want to cause anybody pain, but Ravenpaw knew things how things were meant to be. The pain was the wayway it simply was supposed to go. Quietly, Ravenpaw stepped backwards, backing away from the ginger tom in order to let the next cat take their place, assuming that he wasn't the last. They'd last track of how many of them had already given Blazingstorm a life.

Zero
January 29th, 2017, 12:44 PM
Suspiciousmindz

A dark grey tabby stood back and watched as everyone gave the new Windclan leader lives. Even though this was the second life he'd give to a leader, Northpath still felt extremely nervous. He feared that he would say the wrong thing - though he had the same fear when during Russetstar's ceremony, and he hadn't messed up. Or at least he hadn't thought he had. He shook out his star cover pelt before moving towards the orange tom.

The young tom stepped forward and approached Blazingstorm as Mousetracker retreated among the stars in the same manner as the others had done after finishing with giving the flame colored tom a life. He never knew Blazingstorm. The medicine cat assistant had died during the Thunderclan liberation battle, so he wasn't around for the announcement of the new deputy for Windclan. He wondered if Blazingstorm feared being leader. It wasn't too long after he became deputy that he was now receiving his nine lives. I don't think i could have ever succeeded Zerosight, he thought.

"Blazingstorm, we never met though in Starclan I have heard of you," he began, steadying himself though he still could feel the butterflies. "And with this life, I give you Determination. Use it when you feel lost, make sure to keep pushing yourself forward - if not for yourself, than for those who can't continue anymore," he stretched out his neck in order to touch his nose to the new leader's forehead. Northpath struggled with this during Rusststar's ceremony as well. "I'm sure you will use this life in the future, you seem to be a string cat," he flicked his tabby tail towards Blazingstorm's chest, pointing out his heart.

After doing so, Northpath turned and padded back towards the other Starclan cats, and awaited to watch the ceremony officially come to a close. He let his autumn gaze watch Blazingstorm. He knew that the lives must hurt the leaders and wished that it wasn't so. Even thought some time had passe since his death, he still had his medicine cat instincts and hated seeing others in pain, especially being the cause of such pain. But he knew that this must happen for Blazingstorm to receive these lives, and the pain should be quick.

Surgestorm watched curiously as each StarClan cat came forward and gave a life to Blazingstorm, not expecting to recognize very many of the people. However, he was surprised when he spotted a familar tabby pelt step forward. His pale yellow eyes widened, first with surprise, and then confusion, and then with dread, all in the matter of a few seconds. "N-Northpath?" He gasped, quickly covering his mouth with his tail when he realized he had spoken out loud. Thankfully, he was standing back far enough that nobody had really heard him.
The black tom's head spun for the next few moments, trying to figure out what had happen. That's why Zerosight wasn't at the gathering... He hadn't yet heard of the ThunderClan medicine cat's death, and now he suddenly knew. His heart ached for Northpath, and for Zerosight; he had to blink away tears that threatened to fill his eyes.

Hexict
January 29th, 2017, 06:07 PM
Zero to Hero

Though he had not really looked at his friend before, Northpath's pelt pricked as he felt someone watching him. He turned his head and stiffened as he noticed Surgestorm. He should've known that the Windclan medicine cat would have accompanied Blazingstorm for this event, but since the usually playful tom was silently observing from the back, Northpath hadn't noticed him. But he should've looked for the black tom nonetheless.

His pelt prickled as his gaze met Surgestorm's. He wished that he could run right up to his friend, to be able to talk to him once again like he use to. But he knew he couldn't. They were in the middle of Blazingstorm's ceremony, and such an action would be inappropriate. But he still wished he could.

At first, the younger tom wondered what was going on with Surgestorm's expression, he saw the conflicting emotions that were changing quickly. Northpath suddenly looked down as he realized what was going on in his fellow medicine cat's head. That's right, he doesn't know... he wasn't there when I died, and Zerosight didn't make a show at the gathering. The dark tabby hadn't taken his attention off his former mentor when he joined Starclan.

It broke his heart to see Zerosight so shattered in the wake of his apprentice's murder. He knew that the cat he looked up to as a father was struggling. Northpath wished that he would choose another apprentice, someone lively who could lift his spirits - yet at the same time, he knew that he would be jealous when he was replaced. But still... he'd rather be replaced if it meant Zerosight was happy once more.

zinfranny
January 29th, 2017, 09:28 PM
It had taken a bit of time for her to get used to walking in Starclan. Indeed, Twitefall's pelt glittered with stars now- it was what happened after you'd made enemies. She was killed after her kits had been born, and it wasn't something not to be expected, despite her having been a queen at the time. She was a supporter of Ratnight, and his rather cruel ways- it was for survival, though she'd started to feel guilty about it after being sent up here- this place was for good cats. I... I shouldn't be here, y'know? She'd taken it upon herself to try an understand that fact- but maybe it was clear that the cats up here had forgiven her. It was a fate far easier than that of life in the dark forest, and so she was glad about it. Besides, there was something more important to worry about today- giving Gyrewind his nine lives, and ensuring that Thunderclan goes on. It's my clan- I can't let it end with Ashstar's death. Looking around, the tom had appeared right on time- and it looked like she would have to greet him. Stepping out of the forest which shone bright with starlight, Twitefall looked into Gyrewind's eyes as she walked over towards the deputy- "Welcome to Starclan- are you ready to get your nine lives?"

A modulated voice touched his ears, which caused Gyrewind to cluck his head towards the sound, turning towards it. The star-bathed she-cat struck his eyes, and made his silvery pools shine with her presence. Her words inspirited a flutter in his chest, and he wasn't sure if his rapid heartbeat could be heard or not. For a moment, the tall feline awed at the StarClan cat's beatitude, and even her faint familiarity.
"Yes, ma'am," Gyrewind dipped his head and crouched slightly with honor, and however hard he tried, his mew was ever so tremulous in the face of the transcendental feline.

SuspiciousMindz
January 29th, 2017, 10:35 PM
Suspiciousmindz

They stood by, watching as each cat, in turn, and they were almost unaware that it was their turn, and looked somewhat embarrassed at first, but quickly, they shook off their embarrassment and cast a quick look around, waiting until Northpath had moved away, then Ravenpaw stepped forwards, their head lowered slightly once. As they approached Blazingstorm, and as they got a bit closer, Ravenpaw wondered if they'd seen this cat before, during their time alive, but highly doubted it. The only time they had ever been in WindClan was when the battles were taking place. Ravenpaw was uncertain exactly what to do, but they knew the words, just not how to say them, and that made them nervous. They didn't want to mess up, as the black apprentice, with their silver points tended to mess up with a lot of things. Stepping closer they raised their head so they were nearly eye level with the ginger tom, their pale yellow eyes bright as they waited a few heartbeats. The young apprentice, hardly six moons when they'd died. When Hannibal and Onyx had killed them, or more, Hannibal had killed them. Onyx had merely sat aack and watched. But Ravenpaw was proud to have died in the service of SkyClan, not the other Clans. “Hello, Blazingstar.” they said in a friendly but serious tone, careful not to stumble over their words, as they sometimes did. “I am Ravenpaw. I was an apprentice of SkyClan.” they added, closing their eyes for a moment and then looking back at Blazingstorm, preparing to give him the life. “With this life, I give you humor. Use it to find amusement to break tension and give laughter to those who need it.” they meowed quietly, reaching their head forwards to touch it with Blazingstorm's, closing their eyes as they did, unwilling to see whether or not the life caused the WindClan deputy any pain. They didn't want to cause anybody pain, but Ravenpaw knew things how things were meant to be. The pain was the wayway it simply was supposed to go. Quietly, Ravenpaw stepped backwards, backing away from the ginger tom in order to let the next cat take their place, assuming that he wasn't the last. They'd last track of how many of them had already given Blazingstorm a life.
Blazingstorm had heard of the two felines that had slaughtered the feline that stood before him. It made his fur stand on end to realize that this cat was one of their victims. Of course since Skyclan settled so close to the dark felines' group, there were bound to be more as time continued on. Blazingstorm's hues filled with sympathy, but quickly shut as Ravenpaw began to give him this life. Thankfully for the ginger warrior, this life was painless. It made him feel tingly and warm. He saw happy felines and a peaceful clan. Oh how he wished in leaf bare his clan could be peaceful with the others, but tensions seemed to always rise. Blazingstorm opened his hues as the apprentice started to pad away. The energy was quick and he actually became nervous as to the next life he'd receive. There was no way he was going to get away with two painless lives in a row. The ginger warrior gazed around at the ranks, only recognizing the familiar cats of clan mates he once knew and those who had given him a life.

Fel
January 30th, 2017, 02:08 AM
@Inglewood Binks

Nodding her head formally, Twitefall took a step forward so she could stand in front of the tom, though her short stature led the molly to be a bit smaller than he was. "I don't believe we met, but we lived around the same time- my name is Twitefall, and I was a warrior of Thunderclan. I supported the era of darkness which cost many their lives, and it might have cost my own honor as well." She sighed, gaze fixated on Gyrewind's eyes with a newfound confidence as she began to admit what she'd done. "I did something which seems irredeemable- but I've learned from my mistakes, and the cats here have, well... forgiven me." She grinned, gesturing to the starry-furred cats who were scattered around the forest. "Cats who seem like the cruelest of killers can turn around and make amends if you give them the chance, so I give you the life of forgiveness, the ability to pardon others for their crimes and give them a second chance." With this sentence, she reached up to touch the deputy's nose, transferring his first life and then stepping down, dipping her head and uttering out a last sentence before walking away-

"Make sure you forgive others before they die for it."


--


@Suspiciousmindz

When Ravenpaw turned away, a new cat stepped up to greet Blazingstorm- a dark gray dappled molly, with a rather extroverted look to her. Sliding into her own place, her movements were somewhat casual and graceful at the same time, creating a rhythm that the she-cat had based her entire life after. "I've been waiting to meet you, y'know." She grinned, her blue eyes sparkling in delight as she looked towards the golden tabby with pride. "I believe we might have quite a few mutual friends- what can I say? I'm social. My name is Galeslip, and I believe I died- how many moons ago? Let's call it six. Oh, I was in love- and it was beautiful. A tom I'd meet on the Riverclan border every day- unfortunately, I don't think Singenight liked it enough to keep me alive. He took me hostage with a few allies, killed me on a corner of the territory and left me. All my friends were devastated, I'm sure." She huffed, a tone of disgust lining her words as she talked about the former Windclan leader. "Ah- the lives! My backstory can wait- I've got a four-hour presentation on myself if you've got the time to dream it up, hmm?" She grinned, eyes lighting up in amusement as she touched her nose to Blazingstorm's. "My life is for seeing beyond borders, and recognizing the beauty in the cats who take the opportunity- sometimes, you have to look beyond rigid borders for help. Value the other clans' help as much as your own, and the cats born of their lineage. Got it?" It was obvious that this cat was quite conceited, but she was a good friend when and where it mattered- her humor pulled you out of a hard place, and she didn't hesitate to defend. Giving a dip of her head as she stepped back, she turned her back on the deputy slowly, smiling one last time as she walked away. You'll do good as a leader. Relax.

SuspiciousMindz
January 30th, 2017, 02:39 AM
@Suspiciousmindz

When Ravenpaw turned away, a new cat stepped up to greet Blazingstorm- a dark gray dappled molly, with a rather extroverted look to her. Sliding into her own place, her movements were somewhat casual and graceful at the same time, creating a rhythm that the she-cat had based her entire life after. "I've been waiting to meet you, y'know." She grinned, her blue eyes sparkling in delight as she looked towards the golden tabby with pride. "I believe we might have quite a few mutual friends- what can I say? I'm social. My name is Galeslip, and I believe I died- how many moons ago? Let's call it six. Oh, I was in love- and it was beautiful. A tom I'd meet on the Riverclan border every day- unfortunately, I don't think Singenight liked it enough to keep me alive. He took me hostage with a few allies, killed me on a corner of the territory and left me. All my friends were devastated, I'm sure." She huffed, a tone of disgust lining her words as she talked about the former Windclan leader. "Ah- the lives! My backstory can wait- I've got a four-hour presentation on myself if you've got the time to dream it up, hmm?" She grinned, eyes lighting up in amusement as she touched her nose to Blazingstorm's. "My life is for seeing beyond borders, and recognizing the beauty in the cats who take the opportunity- sometimes, you have to look beyond rigid borders for help. Value the other clans' help as much as your own, and the cats born of their lineage. Got it?" It was obvious that this cat was quite conceited, but she was a good friend when and where it mattered- her humor pulled you out of a hard place, and she didn't hesitate to defend. Giving a dip of her head as she stepped back, she turned her back on the deputy slowly, smiling one last time as she walked away. You'll do good as a leader. Relax.




Blazingstorm quietly awaited the next cat to arrive, although when she did, he was not expecting quite the story. He hadn't spoken for the entirety of the ceremony, however, he mustered up enough breath to say a name that would affect them both. "Galespring..." he murmured, his hues widening when he realized who this feline was and how he recognized the name. However, he was not aware of the history this she-cat had. His hues merely narrowed a little. "Strange they let a code breaker give a life," he replied, but braced himself for the life he was going to receive nonetheless. The thought that a former clan mate with a history of breaking the code about relationships between clans was giving him a life based on that was shocking. He didn't want to be too disrespectful, but he couldn't help but think a little negatively about the entire situation. Blazingstorm didn't know the entire truth, but enough to make him question things. As a strange, new wave of energy rushed into his figure, he gasped a little. It wasn't what he expected in the least bit. Blazingstorm saw cats from other clans and how peacefully they lived within their own camps. They were just like Windclan and no matter how much Blazingstorm wanted to deny it, they were cats living for the same purposes of them. The vision he got was indescribable, similar to how he could describe Galeslip. When his golden hues opened after a somewhat painful -- more so exhausting -- life, he was watching Galeslip walk away. He was curious about her, but perhaps it was better he told Galespring about who he saw and ask her what she did from there.

Duskflight Lonestar23
[just you two left]

Ludicrous Lunacy
January 30th, 2017, 08:59 AM
[[ Inglewood Binks ]]
Sandpaw stood slightly farther back from the other cats, sniffling slightly. She watched through one eye, paw over the one that had begun to fade back into blank emptiness, as it always seemed to when she was upset. Be happy, now, you get to give life. The apprentice blinked hard but, unfortanutly for herself, nothing happened--she wasn't exactly sure about the soon-to-be leader and couldn't hear or see what was being said.

zinfranny
January 30th, 2017, 12:27 PM
@Inglewood Binks

Nodding her head formally, Twitefall took a step forward so she could stand in front of the tom, though her short stature led the molly to be a bit smaller than he was. "I don't believe we met, but we lived around the same time- my name is Twitefall, and I was a warrior of Thunderclan. I supported the era of darkness which cost many their lives, and it might have cost my own honor as well." She sighed, gaze fixated on Gyrewind's eyes with a newfound confidence as she began to admit what she'd done. "I did something which seems irredeemable- but I've learned from my mistakes, and the cats here have, well... forgiven me." She grinned, gesturing to the starry-furred cats who were scattered around the forest. "Cats who seem like the cruelest of killers can turn around and make amends if you give them the chance, so I give you the life of forgiveness, the ability to pardon others for their crimes and give them a second chance." With this sentence, she reached up to touch the deputy's nose, transferring his first life and then stepping down, dipping her head and uttering out a last sentence before walking away-

"Make sure you forgive others before they die for it."


Gyrewind's silvery eyes reflected heed and even distress as Twitefall spoke. As he stared down at her, he pictured the feline with no stars in her being, a feline he couldn't see through and one he once lived with. It hit him, the flash of ordeal of what the members of StarClan had witnessed. Would he have to go through such immense trials while he called himself a Clan cat?
Gyrewind bent his head towards Twitefall, his eyes closing gently. He felt the soft press of her nose on his, but was ripped from what he thought would be serene. White fire swelled, directly from the touch and engulfing his body with a pain that made his tingling limbs feel decamped. His muscles rippled as if to wrench free of Twitefall's touch, but to no avail, panic flooding his mind. Suddenly it died. The fire fled his body with the StarClan cat's touch. To his disbelief, all that was simply a single moment. He opened his eyes when he realized they had not been opened at all during the affliction. Gyrewind's mouth was slightly agape as he breathed heavily, mostly from confusion and shock. As he picked up his head once again, and Twitefall gave her last message, he realized the emergence of a new medium in his body. He stared at the warrior that had granted him with new power. Suddenly, Gyrewind felt the need to absorb everything she was giving him, everything she said as he watched her step back into the newly formed assembly of star-painted feline. At the sight of the cats, his breath went shallow but he could feel a flutter of thrill emerging.

Random Melody
January 30th, 2017, 01:13 PM
( Inglewood Binks )
Fernpaw was among the cats, watching Gyrewind with proud green eyes. A smile twitched on her lips as she padded fforward, nodding to Twitefall as she stepped up and took her place. She raised her head, the golden she-cat's ears pricking up as she smiled at the soon to be leader, dipping her head. "Greetings," She spoke softly, her tail flicking. Her pelt shone like stars, and her green eyes glittered. "I am Fernpaw, former ThunderClan apprentice. I was killed in the fire that destroyed most of our Clan," She paused slightly, before raising up. "Honor meeting you," She murmured, before pressing her nose to Gyrewind's gently.

"With this life, I give you Bravery," Her voice was laced with wisdom, the wisdom of a StarClan cat though she was merely an apprenice, at death at least. "Use it when you make choices, or fight battles for your Clan. Use it to protect them, become the leader they so badly need." She drew back, and smiled, searching his eyes. "Though, remember; Being brave doesnt mean you dont get scared, merely that you have the courage to face what you are afraid of." She mewed, dipping her head, before stepping back to stand with the others.

Fel
January 30th, 2017, 05:27 PM
Blazingstorm quietly awaited the next cat to arrive, although when she did, he was not expecting quite the story. He hadn't spoken for the entirety of the ceremony, however, he mustered up enough breath to say a name that would affect them both. "Galespring..." he murmured, his hues widening when he realized who this feline was and how he recognized the name. However, he was not aware of the history this she-cat had. His hues merely narrowed a little. "Strange they let a code breaker give a life," he replied, but braced himself for the life he was going to receive nonetheless. The thought that a former clan mate with a history of breaking the code about relationships between clans was giving him a life based on that was shocking. He didn't want to be too disrespectful, but he couldn't help but think a little negatively about the entire situation. Blazingstorm didn't know the entire truth, but enough to make him question things. As a strange, new wave of energy rushed into his figure, he gasped a little. It wasn't what he expected in the least bit. Blazingstorm saw cats from other clans and how peacefully they lived within their own camps. They were just like Windclan and no matter how much Blazingstorm wanted to deny it, they were cats living for the same purposes of them. The vision he got was indescribable, similar to how he could describe Galeslip. When his golden hues opened after a somewhat painful -- more so exhausting -- life, he was watching Galeslip walk away. He was curious about her, but perhaps it was better he told Galespring about who he saw and ask her what she did from there.

[...you asked for this roast]
"You know, I don't know when they let a cat who basically let his his own mentor die become leader either, huh? But I guess Starclan works in mysterious ways." Galeslip huffed, her face obviously shocked at the fact that he'd disrespect somebody who was giving him a life. He's got a lot of guts- but that's good when it comes to being a leader. He'll be fine, that's what I know. Through her sharp tongue and chatty attitude, being up here had made her just the slightest bit wiser than before- and though she'd made a mistake in the past, she could at least admit that respecting the other clans and asking them for help in a time of need was a necessity. Vanishing into the crowds, the dark gray tabby had... faith in this cat.

zinfranny
January 30th, 2017, 05:47 PM
( Inglewood Binks )
Fernpaw was among the cats, watching Gyrewind with proud green eyes. A smile twitched on her lips as she padded fforward, nodding to Twitefall as she stepped up and took her place. She raised her head, the golden she-cat's ears pricking up as she smiled at the soon to be leader, dipping her head. "Greetings," She spoke softly, her tail flicking. Her pelt shone like stars, and her green eyes glittered. "I am Fernpaw, former ThunderClan apprentice. I was killed in the fire that destroyed most of our Clan," She paused slightly, before raising up. "Honor meeting you," She murmured, before pressing her nose to Gyrewind's gently.

"With this life, I give you Bravery," Her voice was laced with wisdom, the wisdom of a StarClan cat though she was merely an apprenice, at death at least. "Use it when you make choices, or fight battles for your Clan. Use it to protect them, become the leader they so badly need." She drew back, and smiled, searching his eyes. "Though, remember; Being brave doesnt mean you dont get scared, merely that you have the courage to face what you are afraid of." She mewed, dipping her head, before stepping back to stand with the others.

A pang hit Gyrewind as he watched the ever so young apprentice as she emerged from the group in the mist. His brow curled with distress, and he had to fight to refrain from appearing too sympathetic as he stared down at her. To his surprise, her eyes flashed of a warrior's wisdom. It caused him to wonder what really happened during the death of such young cats.
When the time came, Gyrewind bent his head low to meet the apprentice's nose. Note his flexed muscles. And yet again, a fire erupted at touch. This time, it was a blazing sensation, stifling his muscles with the intensity. It took all of his power to not stagger over, a scowl riddling his face and baring his teeth. Through the flurry, he heard her voice announcing the life; Bravery. One of his squeezed eye pried open to see her face right in his snout, while his shoulder gave a jerk when the pain broke his shield. He wasn't sure if he could stand it any longer- how long did it take! At once, she pulled away from his nose. The burning erased in his body, leaving behind another new feeling he wasn't sure how to react to. He opened both eyes to watch her walk away, relocating his slouched shoulders in a hurry as if he may look unauthorized. Was every life going to be so agonizing? And why?

Brunch
January 31st, 2017, 09:25 AM
Clearing the salty tears from her own eyes, she managed a watery smile to Arcticpaw. "Maybe something, maybe nothing. This is really just for you to experience a dream. Go ahead and talk to whomever you want. They're all here for you," she mewed softly in response, gently nudging Arcticpaw's flank with her nose, urging him towards the small cluster of cats gathered in front of him. Seeing his expression, she realized her apprentice had his eyes locked on one cat. Following his gaze, the medicine cat saw the dark black she-cat with the green eyes he seemed so keen on. Though she had no idea who it was, she assumed it was someone important to the tom. "Go see her. If she means something to you, then act upon it," she whispered quietly, nuzzling the tuft of fur behind his ear before she pushed him forward, with no force but a gentle assurance that he'd be alright. Watching him for a moment longer, Geckoleaf shifted her gaze towards the crowd, searching for her father. But she didn't see any flash of bright orange, or a glint of sea blue. He was gone, but she could still feel the warmth of his love around her, the pride for what she had become. Sighing, the medicine cat sat on the soft dirt, and waited for Arcticpaw.
Shaking his head gently at Geckoleaf, Arcticpaw sighed slightly, "I'll meet her one day," he meowed quietly, his ears flicking towards his grandmother. Though he tried not to show it on his face, Arcticpaw was tempted to go and meet her, the she-cat who had been the best mother to his mother and uncle. Arcticpaw knew that he had to retrain himself, though as the dream started to fade from Arcticpaw, the many StarClan warriros slowly started to dissipate into nothingness, and the cave which he had fallen asleep in only moments ago had reformed before him. Happy that he got to meett his ancestors, Arcticpaw turned towards the form of Geckoleaf, which he couldn't make out against the musty darkness of the cave.

Clover
February 1st, 2017, 02:41 PM
Shaking his head gently at Geckoleaf, Arcticpaw sighed slightly, "I'll meet her one day," he meowed quietly, his ears flicking towards his grandmother. Though he tried not to show it on his face, Arcticpaw was tempted to go and meet her, the she-cat who had been the best mother to his mother and uncle. Arcticpaw knew that he had to restrain himself, though as the dream started to fade from Arcticpaw, the many StarClan warriors slowly started to dissipate into nothingness, and the cave which he had fallen asleep in only moments ago had reformed before him. Happy that he got to meet his ancestors, Arcticpaw turned towards the form of Geckoleaf, which he couldn't make out against the musty darkness of the cave.

Geckoleaf let out a slight sigh as the dream slipped away, the heavenly vision of their StarClan warriors gently fading to black. It was always disappointing to leave their world, of peace and rest. But she had also seen an air of sadness in the cats. Even though they had plentiful prey, warm shelter, company, and happiness, it still wasn't living. They'd never again be physical, feel the solidity of real dirt and the slip of water over fur. But at the very least, they'd still be able to watch family and friends live and grow and thrive. Awaking in the cave again, she slowly opened her eyes, the darkness filtering in. Standing, she looked towards her apprentice, and a small smile crossed her muzzle, as she was glad to be back in her own body. "I hope you enjoyed that. Get used to it, at the very least- you'll be taking quite a few more trips," she mewed, her voice even now low and quiet, in respect for their ancestors that were most certainly watching. Ready to leave, she limped her way to the entrance, and left.

Brunch
February 1st, 2017, 04:48 PM
Geckoleaf let out a slight sigh as the dream slipped away, the heavenly vision of their StarClan warriors gently fading to black. It was always disappointing to leave their world, of peace and rest. But she had also seen an air of sadness in the cats. Even though they had plentiful prey, warm shelter, company, and happiness, it still wasn't living. They'd never again be physical, feel the solidity of real dirt and the slip of water over fur. But at the very least, they'd still be able to watch family and friends live and grow and thrive. Awaking in the cave again, she slowly opened her eyes, the darkness filtering in. Standing, she looked towards her apprentice, and a small smile crossed her muzzle, as she was glad to be back in her own body. "I hope you enjoyed that. Get used to it, at the very least- you'll be taking quite a few more trips," she mewed, her voice even now low and quiet, in respect for their ancestors that were most certainly watching. Ready to leave, she limped her way to the entrance, and left.
Arcticpaw smiled softly at his mentor as he slipped beside her, stabling her against himself as she limped up the incline of the StarCave. Though Arcticpaw knew he would never get used to the feeling of being sucked into nothingness, he was still anxious for the next visit to the strange cave. Before his paws reached the surface, the tom stole one last glance of the flickering cave, storing it in his mind for next time. Before he scrambled to feel the soft ground beneath his paws, he smiled at large stone, "I'll see you again..." Arcticpaw whispered into nothingness, his soft tone dripping with something of sadness, and that of joy. As the tom looked at the star woven sky, he could have sworn he saw Nightpelt in Silverpelt, her beautiful emerald gaze soothing him.

Clover
February 1st, 2017, 05:00 PM
Arcticpaw smiled softly at his mentor as he slipped beside her, stabling her against himself as she limped up the incline of the StarCave. Though Arcticpaw knew he would never get used to the feeling of being sucked into nothingness, he was still anxious for the next visit to the strange cave. Before his paws reached the surface, the tom stole one last glance of the flickering cave, storing it in his mind for next time. Before he scrambled to feel the soft ground beneath his paws, he smiled at the large stone, "I'll see you again..." Arcticpaw whispered into nothingness, his soft tone dripping with something of sadness, and that of joy. As the tom looked at the star woven sky, he could have sworn he saw Nightpelt in Silverpelt, her beautiful emerald gaze soothing him.

She listened to his whispered words, but said nothing, knowing that this experience was something for him, not her. But it still made Geckoleaf a bit nostalgic from the past; she had uttered near that same phrase when she first received the title of medicine cat apprentice. But that was in the past, and the past was where it would remain. She waited for the moment it took him to cement the cave in his mind, some of her weight pressed again his body, though only enough so that she could walk without pain. And she stayed silent still as they left the cave, and the cool night air, mixed with frigid hints of winter, blew across them. Then the long, arduous walk began, and they made their way home.

lone
February 2nd, 2017, 05:20 PM
Blazingstorm quietly awaited the next cat to arrive, although when she did, he was not expecting quite the story. He hadn't spoken for the entirety of the ceremony, however, he mustered up enough breath to say a name that would affect them both. "Galespring..." he murmured, his hues widening when he realized who this feline was and how he recognized the name. However, he was not aware of the history this she-cat had. His hues merely narrowed a little. "Strange they let a code breaker give a life," he replied, but braced himself for the life he was going to receive nonetheless. The thought that a former clan mate with a history of breaking the code about relationships between clans was giving him a life based on that was shocking. He didn't want to be too disrespectful, but he couldn't help but think a little negatively about the entire situation. Blazingstorm didn't know the entire truth, but enough to make him question things. As a strange, new wave of energy rushed into his figure, he gasped a little. It wasn't what he expected in the least bit. Blazingstorm saw cats from other clans and how peacefully they lived within their own camps. They were just like Windclan and no matter how much Blazingstorm wanted to deny it, they were cats living for the same purposes of them. The vision he got was indescribable, similar to how he could describe Galeslip. When his golden hues opened after a somewhat painful -- more so exhausting -- life, he was watching Galeslip walk away. He was curious about her, but perhaps it was better he told Galespring about who he saw and ask her what she did from there.

@Duskflight (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=49) @Lonestar23 (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=42)

[just you two left]
Snowstorm approached the soon-to-be leader, her hues shining with excitement. In all honesty, she was nervous- she was worried that she might mess it up, but hopefully everything would go alright. "Greetings, Blazingstorm. My name is Snowstorm- I used to be a former warrior of WindClan. It is an honor and pleasure to meet you." She lowered her head and pressed her nose to his. "With this life, I give you love. Use it wisely, for love- true love- is not something to be given freely." She mewed, before straightening back up and glancing at the Deputy. He looked young- not more then 40 moons. She had been a young warrior when she had died, as well. She hoped that he would be able to lead WindClan in a way that would fix the divided Clan. The Clan was meant to stand together, not be divided over things. She thought with a pang of sadness. Part of her was glad that she was no longer alive to have to live through this. Part of her was sad- she wished that the disaster had never occurred, but perhaps some good was coming from it. Before she walked away, she glanced back at him. "Oh- and Blazingstorm? Sometimes the ones you love the most are right there in front of you. Be careful not to make the mistake of losing them." She mewed, with a soft smile before she padded away. I did it. I didn't mess up. She thought, breathing a sigh of relief as she walked away from the soon to be leader. He would do well. She could feel it.

SuspiciousMindz
February 2nd, 2017, 06:14 PM
Snowstorm approached the soon-to-be leader, her hues shining with excitement. In all honesty, she was nervous- she was worried that she might mess it up, but hopefully everything would go alright. "Greetings, Blazingstorm. My name is Snowstorm- I used to be a former warrior of WindClan. It is an honor and pleasure to meet you." She lowered her head and pressed her nose to his. "With this life, I give you love. Use it wisely, for love- true love- is not something to be given freely." She mewed, before straightening back up and glancing at the Deputy. He looked young- not more then 40 moons. She had been a young warrior when she had died, as well. She hoped that he would be able to lead WindClan in a way that would fix the divided Clan. The Clan was meant to stand together, not be divided over things. She thought with a pang of sadness. Part of her was glad that she was no longer alive to have to live through this. Part of her was sad- she wished that the disaster had never occurred, but perhaps some good was coming from it. Before she walked away, she glanced back at him. "Oh- and Blazingstorm? Sometimes the ones you love the most are right there in front of you. Be careful not to make the mistake of losing them." She mewed, with a soft smile before she padded away. I did it. I didn't mess up. She thought, breathing a sigh of relief as she walked away from the soon to be leader. He would do well. She could feel it.
The ginger tom-cat blinked as another warrior -- one he wasn't familiar with -- walked up to him. Another Windclan cat. Blazingstorm nodded a little and bowed his head a bit to accepted the life. He was expecting something calm and enjoyable, but he was in a world of hurt as soon as the life began to be transferred. He could feel the love a queen has for their kits, although something strange occurred, he could see three kits clear as day in particular. One a ginger she-cat while the other two were tortoiseshell kits. He didn't know why he could see them so vividly, but he didn't have time to question it as the pain grew intense and almost brought the deputy to the ground. He was trembling by the time it was actually over and Blazingstorm was huffing to catch his breath. His golden hues looked upwards to see her turn around one last time as she spoke. What was she talking about? Sagewhisker? But he didn't have time for a mate, why bother telling him this now? It was too late to saver their relationship anyway.

The Cannibal
February 3rd, 2017, 10:28 PM
The ginger tom-cat blinked as another warrior -- one he wasn't familiar with -- walked up to him. Another Windclan cat. Blazingstorm nodded a little and bowed his head a bit to accepted the life. He was expecting something calm and enjoyable, but he was in a world of hurt as soon as the life began to be transferred. He could feel the love a queen has for their kits, although something strange occurred, he could see three kits clear as day in particular. One a ginger she-cat while the other two were tortoiseshell kits. He didn't know why he could see them so vividly, but he didn't have time to question it as the pain grew intense and almost brought the deputy to the ground. He was trembling by the time it was actually over and Blazingstorm was huffing to catch his breath. His golden hues looked upwards to see her turn around one last time as she spoke. What was she talking about? Sagewhisker? But he didn't have time for a mate, why bother telling him this now? It was too late to saver their relationship anyway.
After Snowstorm gave Blazingstorm his life, there was only one life left to receive and one last cat to give it and it's a cat that Blazingstorm would instantly recognize. With the most content and gentle of smiles, the golden toms previous mentor came padding forward with a quiet yet steady purr. Who was more suited to give Blazingstorm his final life than Cobraspirit, the cat who sacrificed his life in order to save his apprentice's,
"Greetings Blazingstorm. Goodness has it been a long time, and you've grown so much." A look of sad happiness crossed the starry toms face as he looked upon his old apprentice, preparing to receive his 9th and final life, and he couldn't have been more proud of him.
"This is your 9th life Blazingstorm, and with it, I give you the life of unbridled compassion. Use it well to save those who need your saving, to guide your every action so that those you love shall not suffer and to ease the misfortune and pain of your clanmates."
There was a pause as the old cat sighed before leaning forward to touch his nose gently to Blazingstorm's, likely for the last time, allowing the burning, warm energy of the life to flow into the golden tom before pulling his head back.
"I hail you by your new name, Blazingstar. Your old life is no more. You have now received the nine lives of a leader, and StarClan grants you the guardianship of WindClan. Defend it well; care for young and old; honor your ancestors and the traditions of the warrior code; live each life with pride and dignity... Good luck Blazingstar."

SuspiciousMindz
February 3rd, 2017, 11:18 PM
After Snowstorm gave Blazingstorm his life, there was only one life left to receive and one last cat to give it and it's a cat that Blazingstorm would instantly recognize. With the most content and gentle of smiles, the golden toms previous mentor came padding forward with a quiet yet steady purr. Who was more suited to give Blazingstorm his final life than Cobraspirit, the cat who sacrificed his life in order to save his apprentice's,
"Greetings Blazingstorm. Goodness has it been a long time, and you've grown so much." A look of sad happiness crossed the starry toms face as he looked upon his old apprentice, preparing to receive his 9th and final life, and he couldn't have been more proud of him.
"This is your 9th life Blazingstorm, and with it, I give you the life of unbridled compassion. Use it well to save those who need your saving, to guide your every action so that those you love shall not suffer and to ease the misfortune and pain of your clanmates."
There was a pause as the old cat sighed before leaning forward to touch his nose gently to Blazingstorm's, likely for the last time, allowing the burning, warm energy of the life to flow into the golden tom before pulling his head back.
"I hail you by your new name, Blazingstar. Your old life is no more. You have now received the nine lives of a leader, and StarClan grants you the guardianship of WindClan. Defend it well; care for young and old; honor your ancestors and the traditions of the warrior code; live each life with pride and dignity... Good luck Blazingstar."
As Snowstorm padded away and settled back into the ranks, an achingly familiar ebony pelt with an alabaster star on his chest appeared. His golden hues still appeared with the same happiness he had in life, although he could see the sadness that lingered in his gaze as well. Blazingstorm's chest tightened with grief and he took a small breath inwards and held it, unable to control the emotions that welled in his chest. Cobraspirit. "I- I'm so sorry," he managed to muster out, his voice so small it was like he was saying his final good-byes. Blazingstorm bent his head to receive the life, enjoying the soft touch from his former mentor more than anything. As the life's energy poured into him, his legs almost buckled again as the intensity to protect his clan mates coursed all through his body. Was this how his mentor had felt the moment he jumped onto that Thunderpath? As the life's energy ebbed away, he was left staring blankly at Cobraspirit, his hues were teary, but he vowed to not let the tom-cat see him grieve. Hearing the ebony feline say he was proud made Blazingstorm happier and more at rest. This was the moment he wanted. This was the moment he knew he made it up to his former mentor and fatherly figure. "Thank you... for everything," the ginger tabby spoke, so much meaning behind his words. Blazingstar stood with pride, his hues gleaming, although not wavering from Cobraspirit. He was given his new name and his new responsibilities. His mind was put to rest now and he felt ready to show Starclan he wouldn't let them down.
He was Windclan's leader now.

Queenie
February 7th, 2017, 10:19 AM
:love85:A pang hit Gyrewind as he watched the ever so young apprentice as she emerged from the group in the mist. His brow curled with distress, and he had to fight to refrain from appearing too sympathetic as he stared down at her. To his surprise, her eyes flashed of a warrior's wisdom. It caused him to wonder what really happened during the death of such young cats.
When the time came, Gyrewind bent his head low to meet the apprentice's nose. Note his flexed muscles. And yet again, a fire erupted at touch. This time, it was a blazing sensation, stifling his muscles with the intensity. It took all of his power to not stagger over, a scowl riddling his face and baring his teeth. Through the flurry, he heard her voice announcing the life; Bravery. One of his squeezed eye pried open to see her face right in his snout, while his shoulder gave a jerk when the pain broke his shield. He wasn't sure if he could stand it any longer- how long did it take! At once, she pulled away from his nose. The burning erased in his body, leaving behind another new feeling he wasn't sure how to react to. He opened both eyes to watch her walk away, relocating his slouched shoulders in a hurry as if he may look unauthorized. Was every life going to be so agonizing? And why?

Rockcrash took a deep breath. The dark gray tom was oddly nervous for the gift he was about to give. The Starclan cat could easily fight off any cat, but public speaking - especially something this important made him nervous. Despite his fears Rockcrash took a large step forward and opened his maw to speak. "Greetings Gyrewind, you have come a along way." His deep voice hesitated as he did his best to remember his life. "I am Rockcrash former warrior of Thunderclan. I died in a battle long ago." Rockcrash stepped closer, "I give you the life of strength. Use this to fight for your clan in the bloodiest of battles, and lead your clan through the toughest of times." The large tom gently set his nose upon Gyrewind hoping he had done his part right.

zinfranny
February 8th, 2017, 08:21 PM
:love85:

Rockcrash took a deep breath. The dark gray tom was oddly nervous for the gift he was about to give. The Starclan cat could easily fight off any cat, but public speaking - especially something this important made him nervous. Despite his fears Rockcrash took a large step forward and opened his maw to speak. "Greetings Gyrewind, you have come a along way." His deep voice hesitated as he did his best to remember his life. "I am Rockcrash former warrior of Thunderclan. I died in a battle long ago." Rockcrash stepped closer, "I give you the life of strength. Use this to fight for your clan in the bloodiest of battles, and lead your clan through the toughest of times." The large tom gently set his nose upon Gyrewind hoping he had done his part right.

Gyrewind's attention flashed towards the advancing StarClan cat, its grey fur laced with stars. The tall cat straightened himself, holding his chest forward as the feline introduced himself and of course, the life. He felt a need to inspire a worthy figure in front of the Clans' ancestors, a worry as some of the warriors may scarcely accept his outlandish presence. When the warrior mentioned "you have come a log way," Gyrewind felt relief in his chest, admiration towards the humble feline, and a smile prying at his pursed lips.
When he stepped closer, Gyrewind's muscles tensed at once. He prepared himself for the unknown that this life may cost him. And as his nose pressed Rockcrash's, Gyrewind was stunned as much as he would be by pain. Emptiness, until a burst of sparks erupted in his very muscles, but snuffed out immediately. Following after that, two more of the same sensations in random order as if he were receiving blows from an invisible opponent. This time, Gyrewind could feel the cat's nose pull away from his. He opened his eyes and watched Rockcrash turn back, wondering over the fluttery feeling in his arms and legs, that almost felt like his muscles were trying to expand.

spade
February 13th, 2017, 07:09 PM
Inglewood Binks

Watching from the ranks of the starry furred ancestors was Ambermoon. The soft and quite feline had primarily just observed during her time in StarClan, never really feeling completely at home with the deceased cats since there was always the one distinction between her and them: Clan blood ran through their veins, and housecat through hers. However during her time on earth, Ambermoon and her late son, Acepaw, had been accepted into ThunderClan, and had both trained hard to become proud members of the strong group of cats. Although her time was rather short lived, she'd built a phenomenal relationship with both the deputy and former leader Ashstar; the one thing the dark ginger tabby was good at doing.

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, the feline dipped her head as Rockcrash return to his spot amongst them before rising to her paws and padding swiftly down to stand before Gyrewind. Her amber eyes glowed like the moon that floated above them, and stars danced in her bountiful tabby fur. "Gyrewind," she began, approval lining each word that left her lips. He was one of the few warriors who had left a strong first impression on her when first joining ThunderClan. His eagerness to serve his Clan, his level-headedness when making decision, his ability to see past borders and treat each cat equally. A smile crossed the she-cat's face as she straightened up, keeping her gaze locked on the new leaders. "With this life, I give you acceptance. May you use it to look past borders and flaws of those who wish to find a new home within ThunderClan, just as you did me and my son." The she-cat paused, searching the tom's eyes to see if he at all remembered her. She sincerely hoped he knew how grateful she was that Gyrewind had offered her and her son a safe haven in ThunderClan during their short time there. Without further hesitation, she reached up to press her nose against his forehead, letting the life flow through her and into Gyrewind.

Once the transfer was complete, the ginger tabby stepped back and smiled, dipping her head to the new leader of ThunderClan before turning around and disappearing amongst the ranks once more. She took her previous place and turned around, casting her starry gaze on the now empty clearing where Gyrewind stood. Patiently, she waited for the next face to appear, to give the tom another life.

spade
February 13th, 2017, 07:26 PM
Inglewood Binks

Watching from the ranks of the starry furred ancestors was Ambermoon. The soft and quite feline had primarily just observed during her time in StarClan, never really feeling completely at home with the deceased cats since there was always the one distinction between her and them: Clan blood ran through their veins, and housecat through hers. However during her time on earth, Ambermoon and her late son, Acepaw, had been accepted into ThunderClan, and had both trained hard to become proud members of the strong group of cats. Although her time was rather short lived, she'd built a phenomenal relationship with both the deputy and former leader Ashstar; the one thing the dark ginger tabby was good at doing.

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, the feline dipped her head as Rockcrash return to his spot amongst them before rising to her paws and padding swiftly down to stand before Gyrewind. Her amber eyes glowed like the moon that floated above them, and stars danced in her bountiful tabby fur. "Gyrewind," she began, approval lining each word that left her lips. He was one of the few warriors who had left a strong first impression on her when first joining ThunderClan. His eagerness to serve his Clan, his level-headedness when making decision, his ability to see past borders and treat each cat equally. A smile crossed the she-cat's face as she straightened up, keeping her gaze locked on the new leaders. "With this life, I give you acceptance. May you use it to look past borders and flaws of those who wish to find a new home within ThunderClan, just as you did me and my son." The she-cat paused, searching the tom's eyes to see if he at all remembered her. She sincerely hoped he knew how grateful she was that Gyrewind had offered her and her son a safe haven in ThunderClan during their short time there. Without further hesitation, she reached up to press her nose against his forehead, letting the life flow through her and into Gyrewind.

Once the transfer was complete, the ginger tabby stepped back and smiled, dipping her head to the new leader of ThunderClan before turning around and disappearing amongst the ranks once more. She took her previous place and turned around, casting her starry gaze on the now empty clearing where Gyrewind stood. Patiently, she waited for the next face to appear, to give the tom another life.

zinfranny
February 16th, 2017, 02:27 PM
Inglewood Binks

Watching from the ranks of the starry furred ancestors was Ambermoon. The soft and quite feline had primarily just observed during her time in StarClan, never really feeling completely at home with the deceased cats since there was always the one distinction between her and them: Clan blood ran through their veins, and housecat through hers. However during her time on earth, Ambermoon and her late son, Acepaw, had been accepted into ThunderClan, and had both trained hard to become proud members of the strong group of cats. Although her time was rather short lived, she'd built a phenomenal relationship with both the deputy and former leader Ashstar; the one thing the dark ginger tabby was good at doing.

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, the feline dipped her head as Rockcrash return to his spot amongst them before rising to her paws and padding swiftly down to stand before Gyrewind. Her amber eyes glowed like the moon that floated above them, and stars danced in her bountiful tabby fur. "Gyrewind," she began, approval lining each word that left her lips. He was one of the few warriors who had left a strong first impression on her when first joining ThunderClan. His eagerness to serve his Clan, his level-headedness when making decision, his ability to see past borders and treat each cat equally. A smile crossed the she-cat's face as she straightened up, keeping her gaze locked on the new leaders. "With this life, I give you acceptance. May you use it to look past borders and flaws of those who wish to find a new home within ThunderClan, just as you did me and my son." The she-cat paused, searching the tom's eyes to see if he at all remembered her. She sincerely hoped he knew how grateful she was that Gyrewind had offered her and her son a safe haven in ThunderClan during their short time there. Without further hesitation, she reached up to press her nose against his forehead, letting the life flow through her and into Gyrewind.

Once the transfer was complete, the ginger tabby stepped back and smiled, dipping her head to the new leader of ThunderClan before turning around and disappearing amongst the ranks once more. She took her previous place and turned around, casting her starry gaze on the now empty clearing where Gyrewind stood. Patiently, she waited for the next face to appear, to give the tom another life.

His silvery gaze was drawn towards the approaching feline. What struck Gyrewind was the bountiful wash of warmth upon her amber eyes when they shone on him. Not mere warmth, but a short-lived, and meaningful life was in the depths.
Ambermoon.
No, Gyrewind was not to forget. She and Acepaw, newcomers stepping into ThunderClan moons ago like what he once was. Like the dawn, Ambermoon re-entered his eyes from a lost liaison.
When her familiar voice spoke, Gyrewind listened differently. Like they were good friends, rather then another cat's ancestor. His eyes were huge and images of his thoughts, and a smile quirked his lips when she spoke his next life. Gyrewind reached for her touch with trust.
Acceptance. It swelled in his heart, like flowers to bloom in the sun with an array of vibrant colours. The life reached past pain, and gave Gyrewind the feeling of what the forest does come spring. When the life among the trees emerged again, when the plants surfaced and the fauna ran through. It made him feel exactly like flowers. Flowers to remind him of his touch on Ambermoon's life when she came to ThunderClan, and now her touch on his.
He raised his head peacefully when Ambermoon drew away. Gyrewind could still feel the flowers in his heart, and he imagined himself with the petals on his fur. Who knew such a short-lived relationship could come back in such a manner.

Empress Of Evil
February 16th, 2017, 11:25 PM
Inglewood Binks

Crimsontiger watched Gyrewind with a blank face. This was the 4th life she would be giving, despite only having been in StarClan for a few moons. She couldn't quite agree and say that was such a good thing, but at least things would be restarted for the clans with youth. The black she-cat watched as gave Gyrewind a life of acceptance. The tips of her lips curled up, forming a smile of approval. A smart life to give, that was for sure. Crimsontiger respectively dipped her head to Ambermoon before stepping out from the ranks, ready to give a life.

"Greetings Gyrewind", Crimsontiger said, giving him a small but warm smile. "I am Crimsontiger. A former warrior of ShadowClan", the young warrior said. When she thought about it, it saddened her to know she had had her whole life ahead of her yet she'd died at such a young age. She tried her best not to think about it though. "With this life, I give you trust. Trust those you already have and use it to choose who else you trust carefully. Some will deserve your trust, while others won't. Be careful", Crimsontiger said before moving forward to press her nose to the tom's. She felt the life rushing through her, eagerly transferring to him. Crimsontiger may not have been in ThunderClan, but she did still hope that Gyrewind would help ThunderClan thrive through all it's problems. After a few moments, she dipped her head to Gyrewind before stepping back to hide herself amongst all the other starry pelts.

zinfranny
February 17th, 2017, 09:47 PM
Empress Of Evil

Gyrewind looked at the ranks of StarClan and watched a frosty black feline come forth. He observed her actions, and how she kept a stoic mien but cracked through whatever warmth she may give him in a smile. He thought it was peculiar, a ShadowClan cat giving him a life. But he was one to talk.
The tall feline bent over to receive the life of trust. This time, and what nearly shocked him the most, his closed eyes erupted into sight of something he wasn't present to. A blinding white engulfed him, but in the distance of this nothing was ever so faint outlines of tall trees. Gyrewind nearly missed it, but a faint feline figure streaked out of the whiteness, with it, black smoke crawling from its path and all over his vision. Gyrewind felt alarmed as the blackness grew, and it brought a piercing hot wind to ruffle his fur and send him staggering, if only this wasn't just an vision. Upon the release of Crimsontiger's touch, everything vanished and Gyrewind found himself standing perfectly clear of a hazy, fake forest or blazing wind.
This made the tom's eyes a bit wider then casual. He watched her black, star-laced figure step back into the mist, but she left him wondering. He felt like he wasn't going to forget Crimsontiger's words of trust, and definitely not the fake but authentic-feeling vision.

wren
March 2nd, 2017, 01:22 AM
@Inglewood Binks

Wide yellow eyes graced the new leaders pelt at least several times before finally settling on him. Roaringthunder one of thunderclan's most loyal warriors, now walked with starclan. The grief stricken warrior following the death of his mate, had given the kit that had survived the birth to his trusted friend leopardspark before dyeing. Nobody could tell you why he was dead, not even he could recite his death before choking and refusing to go on. Though the one thing they did know of his death, was it wasn't suicidal. Which seemed odd because that seemed as if the only option to loveless toms awaiting his mate.

As his mind drifted off into distant memories I soft words were expressed before his head flciked back up, His grey pelt fading into a mist and being linned with stars he previously gazed at. Twinkling every second or so. As crimsontiger passed by him he expressed a small smile to the respected warrior before taking a stand. He noticed that he was the final warrior to give him this life, to send him back into the world to endure pain warriros and leaders alike suffered before him. He pursed his lips. He was not clan born. Like himself. A rebellious soul who was tamed by the enchanting clan life he sought. his eyebrows tightly knit together, finally Roaringthunder rose to his paws, carrying his bulky form with each graceful stride. He approached the Tom his chest puffed out and his eyes meeting his, locking into his. Unpacking the emotions that was expressed through his glassy optics.

He cleared his throat and stepped up to him. Standing only a mouse tail length away from him. "Gyrewind. I am Roaringthunder" he paused, gaze drifting to the toms paws then back ups to his eyes. A life of kindness. Of mercy. Of respect and love. he thought opening his jaws once again to continue, "with this pleasure bestowed over me I'm glad to give you this life of kindness. Though you may struggle to understand others learn to be kind, to accept what they are and know their limits" the massive Tom blinked once, then twice and then quickly fell back into a normal pattern. He bent fourth, offering up his nose to be touched. Though he thought this custom was strange and down right awkward for toms to do aside form apprenticeship ceremonies he felt like a bird with his need stuck out waiting to be bit.

He then shut his eyes dismissing clouding judgement that formed in his mind. A sudden spark was cater thriygh the touch, he felt the life drain from him as the static shock went down his body and leave him. Like he felt with treeheather. He gave the same amount of importance to gryewind and attempted to inflict the most meaning with it. This was his final life, make it count.

[ hush hush I know its and awful post but I'm exhausted and I wanted it done as soon as possible because that's what you wanted. So I just had problems with writing and the blockade of the creativity. I was deprived of creativity!! Anyways there you are. I'll be posting following yours for the goodbye and goodluck from roaringthunder ]

wren
March 2nd, 2017, 01:24 AM
Empress Of Evil

Gyrewind looked at the ranks of StarClan and watched a frosty black feline come forth. He observed her actions, and how she kept a stoic mien but cracked through whatever warmth she may give him in a smile. He thought it was peculiar, a ShadowClan cat giving him a life. But he was one to talk.
The tall feline bent over to receive the life of trust. This time, and what nearly shocked him the most, his closed eyes erupted into sight of something he wasn't present to. A blinding white engulfed him, but in the distance of this nothing was ever so faint outlines of tall trees. Gyrewind nearly missed it, but a faint feline figure streaked out of the whiteness, with it, black smoke crawling from its path and all over his vision. Gyrewind felt alarmed as the blackness grew, and it brought a piercing hot wind to ruffle his fur and send him staggering, if only this wasn't just an vision. Upon the release of Crimsontiger's touch, everything vanished and Gyrewind found himself standing perfectly clear of a hazy, fake forest or blazing wind.
This made the tom's eyes a bit wider then casual. He watched her black, star-laced figure step back into the mist, but she left him wondering. He felt like he wasn't going to forget Crimsontiger's words of trust, and definitely not the fake but authentic-feeling vision.

Cause quoting you just isn't working out for me today
XD why does technology hate me so darn much. It outs to get me!! ]

Clover
March 17th, 2017, 06:32 PM
Lilly

Geckoleaf slowly made her way into the Starcave, feeling many conflicting emotions wash over her like waves, each one raw and stinging. Fragments of memories seemed to dance in the air before her- she could see herself, first entering, to become an apprentice. Marshsnow, standing by the Moonstone, beckoning her over. Arcticpaw, eyes gleaming with a youthful light as he was named. And finally Cricketpaw, her patterned brown fur becoming a washed-out tan from the stark lighting that filled the cave. She closed her eyes and paused, for just a moment, wondering what everything would be like if she had never come, never become a medicine cat- if she had stayed on the path of a warrior, strong and fierce. The musty air filled her nose, but was surprisingly calming; it was familiar, and nigh on refreshing, knowing that this was a place where her ancestors stood, and now her. Her blue eyes were slowly revealed as she opened them; the fiery molly felt more grounded but was still floating over the water of feeling that threatened to drown her.

She lazily shifted her gaze to Cricketpaw, her new apprentice, who was about to become a medicine cat. She smiled bitterly; it was a hard path, but one well worth living, no matter what happened. Turning towards the bengal, she flicked her tail, giving herself one more moment to recite the speech she had so carefully crafted, to allow Cricketpaw one last chance to turn back, but to simultaneously tell her how rewarding it was to serve your clan as a medicine cat.

"Cricketpaw.. I want you to know that this is not an easy life. We are persecuted, even unintentionally, for being lesser, or weak. We are servants of the clan, always putting others before ourselves. And, we can't have a mate or kits- ever. I know that being a mother can be so rewarding, but this path is not for those who want to be a queen. But, it is also incredibly fulfilling. You learn things no warrior could dream of- the art of healing, from the herbs to the illnesses, and how to fix every one of them. We learn the mysteries of StarClan, and of our ancestors- we learn of what they want, and how the clans can do it. Warriors respect you, even though they may act otherwise. And you form a very special bond with your mentor; I remember Marshsnow. She was like a mother to me, and we were very close. So please, consider this, and make the choice that is right for you. I think you are incredibly well suited for this role, but if you want to turn back now, you still can."

spade
March 17th, 2017, 07:14 PM
Clover

Following her new mentor's pawstes as she seemed to easily make her way into the dimly lit cavern that stretched before her, Cricketpaw's mouth began agape by just a hair. The darkness and shadows that surrounded her sent shivers down her fur, but apart of her also welcomed it, as if it was somehow a home she'd never known about. Her bright blue eyes, vibrant with curiosity and wonder, floated around, begging to take in every detail of the landscape her paws now graced. She could feel the smooth surface beneath her, worn down by countless pawpads that had walked this very path before her. Was this where her father had come to receive his lives? Somehow, that ignited a tiny fire within her, and exasperated a warm feeling deep in her chest. She had been so excited to reunite with him, and now she was walking the same path he had, albeit hers for a much different reason.

The still young RiverClan she-cat let her gaze rest on Geckoleaf as she stopped, letting her own paws come to a halt beside her new mentor. Her heart thumped rapidly in her chest, like a fish trying to swim upstream, battling the current every inch of the way. There was no breeze this deep in the cavern, and ahead of them a light glowing from the sacred Moonstone. It nearly took her breath away when she had first witnessed it stepping in behind the RiverClan medicine cat. Now, a warm rush of pride filled each crevice of her body; she had been selected as Geckoleaf's apprentice. Though she hadn't gotten to know the medicine cat too well, since she was just barely three moons old when she was taken from the Clan, something about her seemed familiar. Maybe it was because Cricketpaw was unsure if her own mother was still alive. Perhaps it stemmed from the one longing desire to have a deep and meaningful connection in her life - not just another 'acquaintance'. Whatever it was, a smile graced her youthful maw as she looked up at her mentor, eyes shimmering with hope and excitement, more sure than they had ever been.

"I feel as though I am the least qualified cat for this," Cricketpaw stated honestly, heat rushing to her ears before she continued. "But, I also feel like somehow, this is what kept drawing me back to RiverClan, even while I was away. I am eager to learn the ways of a medicine cat, and to follow in your pawsteps, Geckoleaf." A calm, content tone shaped those words, leaving Cricketpaw's mouth in a voice just barely above a murmur. Every inch of her pelt tingled as if she had been struck by lightning, and it took every fiber in her body to remain still. Ever since she had left behind her mother and siblings and made the tremendous journey back to her home, Cricketpaw had never been one hundred percent sure of any decision she had made. What if her siblings were now all dead? What if her mother was no longer the feline she had looked up to all those moons ago? Yes, there were many choices the Bengal had made in her short life that she wasn't all too certain of - but accepting her role as RiverClan's next medicine cat? A smile spread across her face once more as she realized that this is why StarClan had called her home.

Clover
March 18th, 2017, 10:33 AM
Clover

Following her new mentor's paw steps as she seemed to easily make her way into the dimly lit cavern that stretched before her, Cricketpaw's mouth began agape by just a hair. The darkness and shadows that surrounded her sent shivers down her fur, but apart of her also welcomed it, as if it was somehow a home she'd never known about. Her bright blue eyes, vibrant with curiosity and wonder, floated around, begging to take in every detail of the landscape her paws now graced. She could feel the smooth surface beneath her, worn down by countless paw pads that had walked this very path before her. Was this where her father had come to receive his lives? Somehow, that ignited a tiny fire within her and exasperated a warm feeling deep in her chest. She had been so excited to reunite with him, and now she was walking the same path he had, albeit hers for a much different reason.

The still young RiverClan she-cat let her gaze rest on Geckoleaf as she stopped, letting her own paws come to a halt beside her new mentor. Her heart thumped rapidly in her chest, like a fish trying to swim upstream, battling the current every inch of the way. There was no breeze this deep in the cavern, and ahead of them, a light glowing from the sacred Moonstone. It nearly took her breath away when she had first witnessed it stepping in behind the RiverClan medicine cat. Now, a warm rush of pride filled each crevice of her body; she had been selected as Geckoleaf's apprentice. Though she hadn't gotten to know the medicine cat too well, since she was just barely three moons old when she was taken from the Clan, something about her seemed familiar. Maybe it was because Cricketpaw was unsure if her own mother was still alive. Perhaps it stemmed from the one longing desire to have a deep and meaningful connection in her life - not just another 'acquaintance'. Whatever it was, a smile graced her youthful maw as she looked up at her mentor, eyes shimmering with hope and excitement, surer than they had ever been.

"I feel as though I am the least qualified cat for this," Cricketpaw stated honestly, heat rushing to her ears before she continued. "But, I also feel like somehow, this is what kept drawing me back to RiverClan, even while I was away. I am eager to learn the ways of a medicine cat, and to follow in your paw steps, Geckoleaf." A calm, content tone shaped those words, leaving Cricketpaw's mouth in a voice just barely above a murmur. Every inch of her pelt tingled as if she had been struck by lightning, and it took every fiber in her body to remain still. Ever since she had left behind her mother and siblings and made the tremendous journey back to her home, Cricketpaw had never been one hundred percent sure of any decision she had made. What if her siblings were now all dead? What if her mother was no longer the feline she had looked up to all those moons ago? Yes, there were many choices the Bengal had made in her short life that she wasn't all too certain of - but accepting her role as RiverClan's next medicine cat? A smile spread across her face once more as she realized that this is why StarClan had called her home.

The smooth rock beneath her feet was familiar and even more comforting. This place was not her home, but it was a refuge, as she hoped it would be for Cricketpaw. She wanted many things for Cricketpaw- for her to be satisfied as a medicine cat, and be able to enjoy her life. For her to actually receive her full name, unlike Arcticpaw had. She mostly just wanted the young molly to live a happy, fulfilling life, devoid of the hardships that Geckoleaf herself had to face; loneliness, the feeling of everyone leaving her, the inability to hunt even if you so choose, and the feeling that you could never heal enough. But, she also had a greatest fear for Cricketpaw; that she would break under the strain of seeing so much death and sickness. That she would be mentally cut in two, after seeing so many cats she tried desperately gave die. Maybe it was just Geckoleaf, but those mental images could be debilitating to her, at times.

She watched her new apprentice for a moment longer, the way she seemed exciting seeming to light up her face. Her eyes gleamed with excitement, and the fiery tabby could sense the restlessness just beneath the surface. The smile on her face was sure and genuine, and she seemed ecstatic to be her, to become medicine cat- despite everything, she still seemed to want to endure everything that could happen to her yet. Geckoleaf's tail involuntarily flicked, both with pride and happiness; here was someone who could respect the work that the healers of the clans did, and participate herself. Here was a youth who respected StarClan and their ways. And here, in front of her, was a she-cat who would be willing to serve others, and sacrifice herself for their sakes.

Geckoleaf intently listened to the quietly uttered words of Cricketpaw, that seemed to echo quietly in the small, damp cave, her voice surprisingly soft, due to the strange way the walls seemed to absorb the sound. Geckoleaf's ears swiveled towards the bengal, the soft fur tickling the sensitive insides of her audits as they rotated. Every word seemed thought out, and her tone suggested that she was feeling calmer, more centered and present. The medicine cat smiled, her own wordless praise at the molly's wonderful ability to stay relaxed. "Alright then, follow me. Be careful- this path can be slick sometimes with dew, and I myself have occasionally slid," she mewed quietly, out of respect for the ancestors that seemed to dwell within this sacred place.

Turning tale, she hobbled her way down the smooth, worn stone path, her three good legs working together awkwardly, until she developed a slightly faster, although seemingly more bumpy gait. She crossed the small distance between the path and the Moonstone without looking back at Cricketpaw; she could easily keep up with a three-legged medicine cat. The Moonstone seemed to get brighter and more intense as she got closer to it, the light eventually hurting her eyes, until they adjusted to the added brightness. She stopped next to the Moonstone, waiting only a moment for Cricketpaw caught up, before launching straight into the customary ceremony; she wasted no time, as she felt a strange pull for her to officially become her apprentice, in the eyes of StarClan.

"Cricketpaw, is it your wish to enter the mysteries of StarClan as a medicine cat? (It is.) Then come forward. " She turned away from the molly, and towards the gleaming crystal. "Warriors of StarClan, I present you with this apprentice. She has chosen to pursue the sacred path of a medicine cat. Grant her wisdom and insight beyond her years, so that she may serve her clan with grace and tact, and understand your will so that she may act in accordance," she said softly, ears flattening slightly as she finished. It was not the exact same thing that Marshsnow had said to her, or her to Arcticpaw, but it was still charged with emotion and it felt nearly painful to utter those words. "Cricketpaw, press your nose to the Moonstone."

spade
March 18th, 2017, 12:56 PM
The smooth rock beneath her feet was familiar and even more comforting. This place was not her home, but it was a refuge, as she hoped it would be for Cricketpaw. She wanted many things for Cricketpaw- for her to be satisfied as a medicine cat, and be able to enjoy her life. For her to actually receive her full name, unlike Arcticpaw had. She mostly just wanted the young molly to live a happy, fulfilling life, devoid of the hardships that Geckoleaf herself had to face; loneliness, the feeling of everyone leaving her, the inability to hunt even if you so choose, and the feeling that you could never heal enough. But, she also had a greatest fear for Cricketpaw; that she would break under the strain of seeing so much death and sickness. That she would be mentally cut in two, after seeing so many cats she tried desperately gave die. Maybe it was just Geckoleaf, but those mental images could be debilitating to her, at times.

She watched her new apprentice for a moment longer, the way she seemed exciting seeming to light up her face. Her eyes gleamed with excitement, and the fiery tabby could sense the restlessness just beneath the surface. The smile on her face was sure and genuine, and she seemed ecstatic to be her, to become medicine cat- despite everything, she still seemed to want to endure everything that could happen to her yet. Geckoleaf's tail involuntarily flicked, both with pride and happiness; here was someone who could respect the work that the healers of the clans did, and participate herself. Here was a youth who respected StarClan and their ways. And here, in front of her, was a she-cat who would be willing to serve others, and sacrifice herself for their sakes.

Geckoleaf intently listened to the quietly uttered words of Cricketpaw, that seemed to echo quietly in the small, damp cave, her voice surprisingly soft, due to the strange way the walls seemed to absorb the sound. Geckoleaf's ears swiveled towards the bengal, the soft fur tickling the sensitive insides of her audits as they rotated. Every word seemed thought out, and her tone suggested that she was feeling calmer, more centered and present. The medicine cat smiled, her own wordless praise at the molly's wonderful ability to stay relaxed. "Alright then, follow me. Be careful- this path can be slick sometimes with dew, and I myself have occasionally slid," she mewed quietly, out of respect for the ancestors that seemed to dwell within this sacred place.

Turning tale, she hobbled her way down the smooth, worn stone path, her three good legs working together awkwardly, until she developed a slightly faster, although seemingly more bumpy gait. She crossed the small distance between the path and the Moonstone without looking back at Cricketpaw; she could easily keep up with a three-legged medicine cat. The Moonstone seemed to get brighter and more intense as she got closer to it, the light eventually hurting her eyes, until they adjusted to the added brightness. She stopped next to the Moonstone, waiting only a moment for Cricketpaw caught up, before launching straight into the customary ceremony; she wasted no time, as she felt a strange pull for her to officially become her apprentice, in the eyes of StarClan.

"Cricketpaw, is it your wish to enter the mysteries of StarClan as a medicine cat? (It is.) Then come forward. " She turned away from the molly, and towards the gleaming crystal. "Warriors of StarClan, I present you with this apprentice. She has chosen to pursue the sacred path of a medicine cat. Grant her wisdom and insight beyond her years, so that she may serve her clan with grace and tact, and understand your will so that she may act in accordance," she said softly, ears flattening slightly as she finished. It was not the exact same thing that Marshsnow had said to her, or her to Arcticpaw, but it was still charged with emotion and it felt nearly painful to utter those words. "Cricketpaw, press your nose to the Moonstone."

A moment of clarity seemed to overcome Cricketpaw as her new mentor spoke the soft words to her; despite the hushed warning her tone seemed to comfort the she-cat even more. She slowly closed her eyes and took a deep breath to steady herself. All around her the cavern appeared to echo with whispers of her ancestors, and for a brief moment the new apprentice felt invisible felines moving around her. Her breathing quickened just a bit, adjusting to her surroundings, before oddly enough she found comfort in their presence. "This is where I'm meant to be," she murmured, the butterfly feeling returning as she lifted her eyelids, a new spark of hope for the new path laid out in front of her was evident in her eyes.

Heading the warning, Cricketpaw let her gaze remain on her paws and the smooth rock paths as she followed behind Geckoleaf. She was careful as she placed each forepaw down beneath her, testing its sturdiness before breathing a sigh of relief and moving on. Since they had left right after the ceremony in the Clan, she hadn't much time to rest her muscles, and was still recovering from her long journey back to RiverClan. The weight of sleep deprivation still dragged at her, whining and clawing at her muscles for her to stop and curl up. Albeit her body was tired, the young she-cat's mind was wide awake with excitement and nervousness- which only intensified as the glowing illumination of the Moonstone came into full view.

A small gasp escaped Cricketpaw, feeling as though as though all the air had been pressed from her lungs. The gleaming light of the beautiful Moonstone sent tingles down her spine, and unconsciously the fur along it rose as well. Now, the whispers that she could barely hear seemed more clear, though she still could not make out any words still. She could feel deep within her soul that many cats had been here before her, and it was calming to know that this was a sacred place that tied all cats together, regardless of their Clan. And now, it was her turn to follow in their paw steps and accept her destiny as RiverClan's next medicine cat. There was apart of her that feared she would not be good enough, or be able to learn everything from her new mentor. However a bigger part of her, a deeper voice from within, seemed to speak belief to combat the negative words that swirled within her mind. You can do it.

As Geckoleaf began to speak the words of a ceremony she had never heard until now, Cricketpaw nodded softly, murmuring the appropriate "It is," after the opening question. Her heart quickened its pace as her mentor now seemed to be speaking to StarClan, and a stab of anticipation shot through her. She sincerely hoped that her ancestors would accept her, and that they forgave her for the secret she kept, of having turned to the soft life of a kitty-pet for a few moons after her kidnapping. A deep breath seemed to settle her racing pulse and then bengal turned her gaze to the Moonstone, studying its structure.

At her mentors request, she turned fully to face the Moonstone, eyes still aglow with excitement and curiosity. She took a moment, letting it sink in that she was now on the path of a medicine cat. She would soon be able to have the secrets of her warrior ancestors revealed to her. A strange calm settled over her as she stretched her neck out, softly pressing her nose to the smooth surface. A shock traveled down her spine at its cold face, but her body remained still as her eyelids began to flutter closed, a deeper calm sinking into her body like stones in the river.

Clover
March 18th, 2017, 11:46 PM
A moment of clarity seemed to overcome Cricketpaw as her new mentor spoke the soft words to her; despite the hushed warning her tone seemed to comfort the she-cat even more. She slowly closed her eyes and took a deep breath to steady herself. All around her, the cavern appeared to echo with whispers of her ancestors, and for a brief moment, the new apprentice felt invisible felines moving around her. Her breathing quickened just a bit, adjusting to her surroundings before oddly enough she found comfort in their presence. "This is where I'm meant to be," she murmured, the butterfly feeling returning as she lifted her eyelids, a new spark of hope for the new path laid out in front of her was evident in her eyes.

Heading the warning, Cricketpaw let her gaze remain on her paws and the smooth rock paths as she followed behind Geckoleaf. She was careful as she placed each forepaw down beneath her, testing its sturdiness before breathing a sigh of relief and moving on. Since they had left right after the ceremony in the Clan, she hadn't much time to rest her muscles and was still recovering from her long journey back to RiverClan. The weight of sleep deprivation still dragged at her, whining and clawing at her muscles for her to stop and curl up. Albeit her body was tired, the young she-cat's mind was wide awake with excitement and nervousness- which only intensified as the glowing illumination of the Moonstone came into full view.

A small gasp escaped Cricketpaw, feeling as though as though all the air had been pressed from her lungs. The gleaming light of the beautiful Moonstone sent tingles down her spine, and unconsciously the fur along it rose as well. Now, the whispers that she could barely hear seemed more clear, though she still could not make out any words still. She could feel deep within her soul that many cats had been here before her, and it was calming to know that this was a sacred place that tied all cats together, regardless of their Clan. And now, it was her turn to follow in their paw steps and accept her destiny as RiverClan's next medicine cat. There was apart of her that feared she would not be good enough, or be able to learn everything from her new mentor. However a bigger part of her, a deeper voice from within, seemed to speak belief to combat the negative words that swirled within her mind. You can do it.

As Geckoleaf began to speak the words of a ceremony she had never heard until now, Cricketpaw nodded softly, murmuring the appropriate "It is," after the opening question. Her heart quickened its pace as her mentor now seemed to be speaking to StarClan, and a stab of anticipation shot through her. She sincerely hoped that her ancestors would accept her, and that they forgave her for the secret she kept, of having turned to the soft life of a kitty-pet for a few moons after her kidnapping. A deep breath seemed to settle her racing pulse and then bengal turned her gaze to the Moonstone, studying its structure.

At her mentors request, she turned fully to face the Moonstone, eyes still aglow with excitement and curiosity. She took a moment, letting it sink in that she was now on the path of a medicine cat. She would soon be able to have the secrets of her warrior ancestors revealed to her. A strange calm settled over her as she stretched her neck out, softly pressing her nose to the smooth surface. A shock traveled down her spine at its cold face, but her body remained still as her eyelids began to flutter closed, a deeper calm sinking into her body like stones in the river.

She watched intently as her apprentice knelt down, and pressed her nose to the cold crystal. Geckoleaf noted the shaky way she moved; it was most likely due to exhaustion, plain and simple. She'd be sure to give her plenty of breaks on the way back the RiverClan, and a long rest after that. She certainly couldn't have Cricketpaw breaking down on her first few days of being an apprentice; this time would be crucial to her showing her character, and Geckoleaf wanted to give her the best start she could.

She watched as the familiar calm passed over the young feline; she knew it well herself, and knew the peace that came with it. The sense of being rooted in place, of being solid and stony and grounded. This time, she would not participate; it was for Cricketpaw, not her, this time. But she still wanted to make sure that her apprentice did not panic, and stayed relaxed throughout the process. The fiery medicine cat had never heard of anyone panicking, but she found it better to err on the side of caution. Her tail flicked gently, and she sat back on her haunches, needing to rest her legs before they continued on their journey, back to their home clan.

The coolness of the stones against her legs and paws was just one more small comfort to add to the peace she felt here. After having a recent mental breakdown, this one particularly acute in its effect, being this relaxed reassured her that she would soon recover from whatever ailed her mentally. She was, by no means, a master of the mind, but she had to know the basics to be able to treat cats who had issues, even if only by telling them to relax and breathe every once in a while. She herself wished someone could diagnose the strange attacks that tormented her; the images of death and gore she had stored away in a corner of her mind would occasionally break free, wracking her with visions of friends and family alike dead, and the world covered in a thick layer of congealed blood. That was one thing that she hoped never happen to Cricketpaw, especially.

(sorry for it not being of the best quality. i'm tired, but still wanted to give you a post <3)

spade
March 19th, 2017, 02:43 AM
She watched intently as her apprentice knelt down, and pressed her nose to the cold crystal. Geckoleaf noted the shaky way she moved; it was most likely due to exhaustion, plain and simple. She'd be sure to give her plenty of breaks on the way back the RiverClan, and a long rest after that. She certainly couldn't have Cricketpaw breaking down on her first few days of being an apprentice; this time would be crucial to her showing her character, and Geckoleaf wanted to give her the best start she could.

She watched as the familiar calm passed over the young feline; she knew it well herself, and knew the peace that came with it. The sense of being rooted in place, of being solid and stony and grounded. This time, she would not participate; it was for Cricketpaw, not her, this time. But she still wanted to make sure that her apprentice did not panic, and stayed relaxed throughout the process. The fiery medicine cat had never heard of anyone panicking, but she found it better to err on the side of caution. Her tail flicked gently, and she sat back on her haunches, needing to rest her legs before they continued on their journey, back to their home clan.

The coolness of the stones against her legs and paws was just one more small comfort to add to the peace she felt here. After having a recent mental breakdown, this one particularly acute in its effect, being this relaxed reassured her that she would soon recover from whatever ailed her mentally. She was, by no means, a master of the mind, but she had to know the basics to be able to treat cats who had issues, even if only by telling them to relax and breathe every once in a while. She herself wished someone could diagnose the strange attacks that tormented her; the images of death and gore she had stored away in a corner of her mind would occasionally break free, wracking her with visions of friends and family alike dead, and the world covered in a thick layer of congealed blood. That was one thing that she hoped never happen to Cricketpaw, especially.

(sorry for it not being of the best quality. i'm tired, but still wanted to give you a post <3)

A weird feeling swept through Cricketpaw's body as she remained still, her nosed pressed against the Moonstone. In her head, she saw flashes of light, and could hear cries echoing across the land. Whispers entangled themselves with the breeze, and multiple bodies hurried around her in a hushed silence. Underneath her closed eyelids, her blue orbs moved fast, trying to track each motion that passed her. Every sense was on high alert, and when everything in her mind went black again and her eyes flung open, something felt as though it had shifted within the young cat. Had that been StarClan she had just seen? The expanse of land that she had visualized so clearly in her head seemed to hold practically all the secrets of the Clans, and many figures were hidden by shadows, their gazes turning upon Cricketpaw with a nod before moving on. A shiver rushed down her spine as she pulled her nose away, blinking her eyes a few times to readjust to the light.

Slowly, the Bengal she-cat turned to look at her mentor, and a soft smile graced her features. She felt excited to get to know the medicine cat on a deeper level. From the way she had described her relationship with Marshsnow, Cricketpaw didn't realize just how desperately she wanted the medicine cat in her life. Now that she was back in RiverClan after escaping from her mother, the newly made medicine cat apprentice had no other family besides Russetstar and her siblings. Snakevoice, her uncle, had died, and Thornfrost was exiled from the Clan. The molly knew that she couldn't confide in her father whenever she wished, because he had a whole Clan to run now. As she gazed upon Geckoleaf, while thinking this, a small flicker of hope filled her chest as it grew; maybe she'll become just as close as family.

"I hope I can make you proud," she murmured softly, blinking once as she kept her gaze rested on her new mentor. From the images she had received in her head from touching the Moonstone's glowing surface, she knew how sacred and mystical this journey was that she was about to embark on. Growing up, she never pictured herself as the medicine cat. She always imagined herself as a warrior, hunting and fighting for her Clan. But nothing felt more right than being right here with Geckoleaf, accepting the responsibility and duty that came along with this sometimes rugged path. Most of the more consequential stuff hadn't fully sunk in yet, but from the happiness that stemmed from her heart and flowered within her soul, Cricketpaw couldn't ever imagine her life having a different outcome.

Clover
March 19th, 2017, 07:33 PM
A weird feeling swept through Cricketpaw's body as she remained still, her nosed pressed against the Moonstone. In her head, she saw flashes of light and could hear cries echoing across the land. Whispers entangled themselves with the breeze, and multiple bodies hurried around her in a hushed silence. Underneath her closed eyelids, her blue orbs moved fast, trying to track each motion that passed her. Every sense was on high alert, and when everything in her mind went black again and her eyes flung open, something felt as though it had shifted within the young cat. Had that been StarClan she had just seen? The expanse of land that she had visualized so clearly in her head seemed to hold practically all the secrets of the Clans, and many figures were hidden by shadows, their gazes turning upon Cricketpaw with a nod before moving on. A shiver rushed down her spine as she pulled her nose away, blinking her eyes a few times to readjust to the light.

Slowly, the Bengal she-cat turned to look at her mentor, and a soft smile graced her features. She felt excited to get to know the medicine cat on a deeper level. From the way she had described her relationship with Marshsnow, Cricketpaw didn't realize just how desperately she wanted the medicine cat in her life. Now that she was back in RiverClan after escaping from her mother, the newly made medicine cat apprentice had no other family besides Russetstar and her siblings. Snakevoice, her uncle, had died, and Thornfrost was exiled from the Clan. The molly knew that she couldn't confide in her father whenever she wished because he had a whole Clan to run now. As she gazed upon Geckoleaf, while thinking this, a small flicker of hope filled her chest as it grew; maybe she'll become just as close as family.

"I hope I can make you proud," she murmured softly, blinking once as she kept her gaze rested on her new mentor. From the images she had received in her head from touching the Moonstone's glowing surface, she knew how sacred and mystical this journey was that she was about to embark on. Growing up, she never pictured herself as the medicine cat. She always imagined herself as a warrior, hunting and fighting for her Clan. But nothing felt more right than being right here with Geckoleaf, accepting the responsibility and duty that came along with this sometimes rugged path. Most of the more consequential stuff hadn't fully sunk in yet, but from the happiness that stemmed from her heart and flowered within her soul, Cricketpaw couldn't ever imagine her life having a different outcome.

Geckoleaf waited until she pulled back from the Moonstone, waiting until the apprentice had resituated herself. She saw the look of astonishment plastered onto Cricketpaw's face and remembered fondly her own first experience. The way Marshsnow looked on, amused in her own right, at the surprise she had felt. Her tail swished softly on the ground, and she stood up, watching Cricketpaw with a gentle gaze. Her eyes were bottomless pools of sapphire, paled by the severe lighting in the cave, light in an almost ethereal way by the luminescence of the Moonstone. Her fur looked strange, washed out-corral, and her white markings seemed to glow in and of themselves.


As her trainee stood, the intense orange tabby moved in a similar, swooping fashion, until she positioned a mere few mouse-lengths away from Cricketpaw, She could see the look of understanding fill the bengal's face and the hints of joy that danced along with it. Geckoleaf also noted the look of longing that flickered briefly in her expression. She flicked her ears, and her head tilted a minuscule fraction; did she want a strong relationship of some sort? Geckoleaf understood vaguely her life story and knew that she had often been left, much as the medicine cat herself had been. She understood deeply the feeling of being abandoned, of having no one to turn to in any time of need. She sighed sympathetically and looked down at the apprentice, who was already nearly as tall as Geckoleaf herself.

She listened to the quiet, hope-filled words of Cricketpaw. It was one phrase, a simple sentence, but it seemed to convey so much. A soft smile broke out on Geckoleaf's muzzle. Maybe this time, she could forge a relationship with this apprentice that would last; her connection with Arcticpaw had died with him. Taking a step forward, she gently pressed her nose to the bengal's, cold from being pressed to the Moonstone. Then taking a step in the opposite direction, just enough so she could see the molly's youthful face, she set in a stern, yet simultaneously gentle voice; "I promise you-you won't. I know you well enough yet, Cricketpaw; you will be the next medicine cat, and you will be far greater than I." In one smooth, impulsive action, she tenderly licked flat an errant piece of fur on her forehead, smoothing back the rogue lock with her bristled tongue. The motion was short, but she could already feel her budding affection for Cricketpaw, guiding her to do things even yet. "I think we should start our journey home. The sun will soon be setting."

spade
March 20th, 2017, 01:51 AM
Geckoleaf waited until she pulled back from the Moonstone, waiting until the apprentice had resituated herself. She saw the look of astonishment plastered onto Cricketpaw's face and remembered fondly her own first experience. The way Marshsnow looked on, amused in her own right, at the surprise she had felt. Her tail swished softly on the ground, and she stood up, watching Cricketpaw with a gentle gaze. Her eyes were bottomless pools of sapphire, paled by the severe lighting in the cave, light in an almost ethereal way by the luminescence of the Moonstone. Her fur looked strange, washed out-corral, and her white markings seemed to glow in and of themselves.


As her trainee stood, the intense orange tabby moved in a similar, swooping fashion, until she positioned a mere few mouse-lengths away from Cricketpaw, She could see the look of understanding fill the bengal's face and the hints of joy that danced along with it. Geckoleaf also noted the look of longing that flickered briefly in her expression. She flicked her ears, and her head tilted a minuscule fraction; did she want a strong relationship of some sort? Geckoleaf understood vaguely her life story and knew that she had often been left, much as the medicine cat herself had been. She understood deeply the feeling of being abandoned, of having no one to turn to in any time of need. She sighed sympathetically and looked down at the apprentice, who was already nearly as tall as Geckoleaf herself.

She listened to the quiet, hope-filled words of Cricketpaw. It was one phrase, a simple sentence, but it seemed to convey so much. A soft smile broke out on Geckoleaf's muzzle. Maybe this time, she could forge a relationship with this apprentice that would last; her connection with Arcticpaw had died with him. Taking a step forward, she gently pressed her nose to the bengal's, cold from being pressed to the Moonstone. Then taking a step in the opposite direction, just enough so she could see the molly's youthful face, she set in a stern, yet simultaneously gentle voice; "I promise you-you won't. I know you well enough yet, Cricketpaw; you will be the next medicine cat, and you will be far greater than I." In one smooth, impulsive action, she tenderly licked flat an errant piece of fur on her forehead, smoothing back the rogue lock with her bristled tongue. The motion was short, but she could already feel her budding affection for Cricketpaw, guiding her to do things even yet. "I think we should start our journey home. The sun will soon be setting."

(this first interaction between them made me tear up just a tad tbh c,: so cuteeee)

Cricketpaw closed her eyelids as she felt Geckoleaf's sandpaper-like tongue move swiftly over her forehead. It sent a feeling over comfort throughout her entire body, and for a swift moment the young cat imaging Shellfeather was in her place. Her mother hadn't really shown her any affection when they were out of the Clan - always looking over her back. Whenever Cricketpaw had asked her why they had left, why they hadn't told Russetstar where they were going, she never answered. And one night, when Cricketpaw left, her mother didn't come searching for her. Still, being gone from her for almost a few moons now, her mother still didn't come back. Surely she still knew the way back to RiverClan. If her mother had really cared, wouldn't she have come back. Tears burned behind her closed eyelids as the thoughts tormented her like an enemies claw. Slowly, she lifted her eyelids, a fire burning in the depths of her ocean blue eyes. It made her want to work even harder to earn respect, to be able to have cats in her life that wouldn't leave her. Although she came across at times as a feline who'd much rather be by herself in her own little world, the young Bengal still longed for a deep connection.

Hearing her mentor mention that it should be about time they started home, she nodded, shaking each foreleg in turn as if to wake her tired muscles up. They screamed in protest, sending shocks down to the tips of her paws and she winced a little. "Maybe the first thing I could learn is what to take for sore muscles," she joked lightly, casting a smiling sideways glance at Geckoleaf. In this light, the orange tabby's fur was luminescent, the white zigzagging stripes on her back aglow in the well lit cavern. She stood tall and proud, her sapphire eyes burning with an intense illumination as she was looking at Cricketpaw. A sudden urge to please welled in her chest, and the Bengal found herself admiring her mentor. I can't wait to learn everything she knows, the young she-cat thought, pride welling in the depths of her soul. She stands so tall and proud, and the whole Clan relies on her. I hope I can do the same one day.

"Okay," Cricketpaw murmured simply, her words breaking into the thin silence that had hung in the air between them. Something about it felt comfortable though, like they could sit in silence and stare at the Moonstone for only a handful of minutes, and bond to be closer to the medicine cat than if she spent hours with any other cat. Sweeping her tail out behind her, she set her sights on the winding entrance of the cavern, the dying light of the sun just barely visible towards the end. It seemed easier to see the ground coming out of the Starcave, since they could somewhat see now from the light of the Moonstone behind them. However, Cricketpaw brought her gaze back to her mentor, waiting for her to lead the way out of the cavern and back to RiverClan, where her true path as a medicine cat would truly start to unfold; that thought alone made a smile flicker onto her face.

Clover
March 20th, 2017, 05:23 PM
(this first interaction between them made me tear up just a tad tbh c,: so cutesie)

Cricketpaw closed her eyelids as she felt Geckoleaf's sandpaper-like tongue move swiftly over her forehead. It sent a feeling of comfort throughout her entire body, and for a swift moment, the young cat imaging Shellfeather was in her place. Her mother hadn't really shown her any affection when they were out of the Clan - always looking over her back. Whenever Cricketpaw had asked her why they had left, why they hadn't told Russetstar where they were going, she never answered. And one night, when Cricketpaw left, her mother didn't come searching for her. Still, being gone from her for almost a few moons now, her mother still didn't come back. Surely she still knew the way back to RiverClan. If her mother had really cared, wouldn't she have come back? Tears burned behind her closed eyelids as the thoughts tormented her like an enemies claw. Slowly, she lifted her eyelids, a fire burning in the depths of her ocean blue eyes. It made her want to work even harder to earn respect, to be able to have cats in her life that wouldn't leave her. Although she came across at times as a feline who'd much rather be by herself in her own little world, the young Bengal still longed for a deep connection.

Hearing her mentor mention that it should be about time they started home, she nodded, shaking each foreleg in turn as if to wake her tired muscles up. They screamed in protest, sending shocks down to the tips of her paws and she winced a little. "Maybe the first thing I could learn is what to take for sore muscles," she joked lightly, casting a smiling sideways glance at Geckoleaf. In this light, the orange tabby's fur was luminescent, the white zigzagging stripes on her back aglow in the well-lit cavern. She stood tall and proud, her sapphire eyes burning with an intense illumination as she was looking at Cricketpaw. A sudden urge to please welled in her chest, and the Bengal found herself admiring her mentor. I can't wait to learn everything she knows, the young she-cat thought, pride welling in the depths of her soul. She stands so tall and proud, and the whole Clan relies on her. I hope I can do the same one day.

"Okay," Cricketpaw murmured simply, her words breaking into the thin silence that had hung in the air between them. Something about it felt comfortable, though, like they could sit in silence and stare at the Moonstone for only a handful of minutes, and bond to be closer to the medicine cat than if she spent hours with any other cat. Sweeping her tail out behind her, she set her sights on the winding entrance of the cavern, the dying light of the sun just barely visible towards the end. It seemed easier to see the ground coming out of the Starcave, since they could somewhat see now from the light of the Moonstone behind them. However, Cricketpaw brought her gaze back to her mentor, waiting for her to lead the way out of the cavern and back to RiverClan, where her true path as a medicine cat would truly start to unfold; that thought alone made a smile flicker onto her face.

(this'll be short so that you can rp with hexi!)

She looked proudly down at the young she-cat fondly, and a smile spread across her lips, wide and shining. She moved to Cricketpaw's side, and gently rested her tail over her apprentice's shoulders, tenderly guiding her towards the opening of the cave. It was a simple movement that held so much more; it was her affection for Cricketpaw and the fact that she wished to help guide the bengal, and allow her to have an easier path as a medicine cat. "Lets go home," she whispered softly, removing her tail from her shoulders, as she started trotting forward, loping awkwardly on three legs. The entrance was bright, the sunlight glaring after the darkness of the cave, but it was beautiful nonethless.

spade
March 20th, 2017, 11:49 PM
(this'll be short so that you can rp with hexi!)

She looked proudly down at the young she-cat fondly, and a smile spread across her lips, wide and shining. She moved to Cricketpaw's side, and gently rested her tail over her apprentice's shoulders, tenderly guiding her towards the opening of the cave. It was a simple movement that held so much more; it was her affection for Cricketpaw and the fact that she wished to help guide the bengal, and allow her to have an easier path as a medicine cat. "Lets go home," she whispered softly, removing her tail from her shoulders, as she started trotting forward, loping awkwardly on three legs. The entrance was bright, the sunlight glaring after the darkness of the cave, but it was beautiful nonethless.

(okie dokie! c: )

At her mentors soft gesture of laying her tail over her shoulders and guiding her back up the winding path, Cricketpaw felt more at ease. Her blue eyes concentrated on the light drawing near to them and as they emerged back onto WindClan territory she could see the dying rays of the sun setting just beyond the vast expanse of territory. Their orange rays cast shadows across the lands, but they didn't quite reach both her and Geckoleaf yet, and both cats were illuminated against it's far eaching glow. Nodding to her mentor as she mentioned going home, Cricketpaw fell into a quick pace beside Geckoleaf, every once in awhile casting quick glances her way. She had noticed her leg and felt a stab of guilt for some reason that she had to travel out all this way for her ceremony. But if anything, the young bengal had learned of the medicine cat's spirit and strength, and that she was able to push through anything. Once again, a shot of pride and admiration for the older she-cat rushed from ear to tail-tip, and Cricketpaw smiled before resting her gaze forward, sighing softly as they continued on their way home.

Random Melody
April 13th, 2017, 11:16 AM
Snowsong made her way quietly through the Starcave. The Siamese could barely see in front of her, so she had her black tail brushing against the walls of the cave, as well as her whiskers, to find her way through. Her short fur prickled slightly with worry. She was to be the new leader. Was she ready for this? She just became deputy!

Her legs trembled as she continued forward, her gaze focusing on a bright glow ahead. That must be the crystal. She thought at once, her ears pricking up at the sudden light in the dark cave. As she neared closer, her thoughts drifted back to everything that had happened..

Gyrestar disappeared. A pained look shot across her face as she thought of the old leader. Was he dead? Did he die? Would he return? She wanted to turn and search for him. But she had, she'd searched for so long. ThunderClan couldnt go on without a leader.

Snowsong gritted her teeth slightly. I should have looked more. She thought, closing her eyes for a moment as she continued. She had given up when his trail suddenly cut off. Why had he just disappeared into thin air? Did StarClan approve of this?

Sighing, Snowsong let these thoughts drift away as she stared down at the crystal. Just touch your nose to it, you'll know what to do. Roarclaw's voice rang in her head. The soon-to-be leader closed her eyes, then bent her head and touched her nose to the stone, falling unconscious almost at once.

She awoke to find herself, no longer in the Starcave, but a place she could not recognize. Immediately she pushed herself to her paws and gazed around in wonder, eyes wide. Is this StarClan? She thought, padding forward as she tilted her head, glancing around. Everything was silent. It looked like it was nighttime, but the stars glimmering everywhere lit up the whole area, and Snowsong just gazed around in awe.

This is it...

( Beep Beep Im a Blue Sheep bad company BluBunny Empress Of Evil Ludicrous Lunacy Moonfur Spirit )
(Blue Sheep, you're up ^^)

Teggy
April 13th, 2017, 11:40 AM
Snowsong made her way quietly through the Starcave. The Siamese could barely see in front of her, so she had her black tail brushing against the walls of the cave, as well as her whiskers, to find her way through. Her short fur prickled slightly with worry. She was to be the new leader. Was she ready for this? She just became deputy!

Her legs trembled as she continued forward, her gaze focusing on a bright glow ahead. That must be the crystal. She thought at once, her ears pricking up at the sudden light in the dark cave. As she neared closer, her thoughts drifted back to everything that had happened..

Gyrestar disappeared. A pained look shot across her face as she thought of the old leader. Was he dead? Did he die? Would he return? She wanted to turn and search for him. But she had, she'd searched for so long. ThunderClan couldnt go on without a leader.

Snowsong gritted her teeth slightly. I should have looked more. She thought, closing her eyes for a moment as she continued. She had given up when his trail suddenly cut off. Why had he just disappeared into thin air? Did StarClan approve of this?

Sighing, Snowsong let these thoughts drift away as she stared down at the crystal. Just touch your nose to it, you'll know what to do. Roarclaw's voice rang in her head. The soon-to-be leader closed her eyes, then bent her head and touched her nose to the stone, falling unconscious almost at once.

She awoke to find herself, no longer in the Starcave, but a place she could not recognize. Immediately she pushed herself to her paws and gazed around in wonder, eyes wide. Is this StarClan? She thought, padding forward as she tilted her head, glancing around. Everything was silent. It looked like it was nighttime, but the stars glimmering everywhere lit up the whole area, and Snowsong just gazed around in awe.

This is it...

( Beep Beep Im a Blue Sheep bad company BluBunny Empress Of Evil Ludicrous Lunacy Moonfur Spirit )
(Blue Sheep, you're up ^^)
Silverheart sat in StarClan.
"So GYrestar had gone missing..." she whispered.
"Perhaps I should help the new leader out a bit..." she began to make her way to where she would meet Snowsong.

Random Melody
April 13th, 2017, 11:43 AM
Silverheart sat in StarClan.
"So GYrestar had gone missing..." she whispered.
"Perhaps I should help the new leader out a bit..." she began to make her way to where she would meet Snowsong.

Snowsong flicked an ear as she turned, her eyes resting on the approaching StarClan cat. Her eyes widened faintly and it felt like she was rooted where she stood. Her gaze turned curious, fixed on Silverheart in faint surprise as her head tilted slightly. "Hello.."

Teggy
April 13th, 2017, 11:47 AM
Snowsong flicked an ear as she turned, her eyes resting on the approaching StarClan cat. Her eyes widened faintly and it felt like she was rooted where she stood. Her gaze turned curious, fixed on Silverheart in faint surprise as her head tilted slightly. "Hello.."
"Greatings..." The silvery she cat said. She bowed her head respectfully and gave a smile.
"I have a good feeling bout you young'n..." she purred in delight.
"Others will be here soon so come sit..." Silverheart said nodding to a spot.

Random Melody
April 13th, 2017, 11:49 AM
"Greatings..." The silvery she cat said. She bowed her head respectfully and gave a smile.
"I have a good feeling bout you young'n..." she purred in delight.
"Others will be here soon so come sit..." Silverheart said nodding to a spot.

Snowsong returned the gesture as she sat down, looking at her as the Siamese's ice blue eyes glittered with curiosity as she pricked her ears. "Are you here to give me a live?" She mewed quietly.

Teggy
April 13th, 2017, 12:26 PM
Snowsong returned the gesture as she sat down, looking at her as the Siamese's ice blue eyes glittered with curiosity as she pricked her ears. "Are you here to give me a live?" She mewed quietly.
(gotta do this quick)
"Yes... I give you the life of Integrity..." she said

Random Melody
April 13th, 2017, 12:31 PM
(gotta do this quick)
"Yes... I give you the life of Integrity..." she said

Snowsong wasnt prepared for the rush this life gave her. A gasp escaped her maw and her entire body stiffened. An emotion she couldnt quite describe shot through the Siamese. It was a painful kind of rush, as if she was falling, and a white light took over her vision for the shortest time. When it ended she gasped in relief, her paws kneading at the ground below her. A dazed look filled her eyes as she stared at the StarClan she-cat, then at the others. Is every life going to be painful? She wondered.
(Alrighty, who's next? ^^)

BluBunnie
April 13th, 2017, 12:49 PM
Frostleap stepped towards the she-cat, he stood much taller then her and had striking orange-yellow eyes. He bowed his head towards her, "Hello Snowsong. I'm Frostleap." He mewed. His yellow hues seemed to bore into Snowsong as he observed her. "You'll make a great leader, the life I give you is Faith. You must have Faith in your clan, in Starclan, and most importantly you must have Faith in yourself." The light gray tabby Maine coon lean his forehead against the she-cats, giving her the life.

Dark Melody )

Random Melody
April 13th, 2017, 12:56 PM
Frostleap stepped towards the she-cat, he stood much taller then her and had striking orange-yellow eyes. He bowed his head towards her, "Hello Snowsong. I'm Frostleap." He mewed. His yellow hues seemed to bore into Snowsong as he observed her. "You'll make a great leader, the life I give you is Faith. You must have Faith in your clan, in Starclan, and most importantly you must have Faith in yourself." The light gray tabby Maine coon lean his forehead against the she-cats, giving her the life.

Dark Melody )

(Thank you ^^)
Snowsong braced herself just before the Tom touched her, but this life was not like the first. It started out with a calm feeling, spreading through her chest and body, from her claws to her tail tip. And then it intensified, and she could feel the certainty this life was giving her. She would be a fine leader. She would have faith in her Clan, especially in StarClan, and herself.

The feeling ebbed as the Tom pulled back, and she blinked at him for a few moments. "Thank you." She mewed, dipping her head respectfully before turning her gaze to the other StarClan ranks. She was searching, for her sister, for her father, her brother-in-law, but to her disappointment they werent there. She shook the feeling off and prepared herself for the next life, ears pricked.
(Neexxxttt X3)

judas
April 13th, 2017, 04:32 PM
(Thank you ^^)
Snowsong braced herself just before the Tom touched her, but this life was not like the first. It started out with a calm feeling, spreading through her chest and body, from her claws to her tail tip. And then it intensified, and she could feel the certainty this life was giving her. She would be a fine leader. She would have faith in her Clan, especially in StarClan, and herself.

The feeling ebbed as the Tom pulled back, and she blinked at him for a few moments. "Thank you." She mewed, dipping her head respectfully before turning her gaze to the other StarClan ranks. She was searching, for her sister, for her father, her brother-in-law, but to her disappointment they werent there. She shook the feeling off and prepared herself for the next life, ears pricked.
(Neexxxttt X3)
Hawkfeather stepped out, his brown, orange fur full of stars. "Greetings, Snowsong. I am Hawkfeather." He looked at Snowsong, starclan had chosen him to give a life. "With this life, I give you trust. Make sure to trust your clan, it may be needed in the future." The tom smiled, pressing his nose to the deputys.

Random Melody
April 13th, 2017, 04:41 PM
Hawkfeather stepped out, his brown, orange fur full of stars. "Greetings, Snowsong. I am Hawkfeather." He looked at Snowsong, starclan had chosen him to give a life. "With this life, I give you trust. Make sure to trust your clan, it may be needed in the future." The tom smiled, pressing his nose to the deputys.

Snowsong blinked up at the next cat, a brown and orange Tom. Her ice blue eyes ran over his pelt, a smile on her maw as she dipped her head in greeting, before stretching up again. She heard him announce her third life and barely had time to react before his nose was pressed to hers.

Almost at once, a powerful emotion shot through her, making her gasp. Trust. It was blazing, making her heart pound. A bright light flashed across her vision and a cat came into view, shadows waving from its pelt, but its eyes were friendly. Snowsong felt her mouth open but she was unable to speak. And then as soon as the vision had started, she was snapped back to reality just as quickly when he pulled away. Her eyes were wide with curiosity, knowing that Hawkfeather's words would remain with her for the rest of her...Lives, as well as the vision. She dipped her head gratefully to him, still feeling a bit frazzled from the recent life she'd been given.

judas
April 13th, 2017, 07:50 PM
Snowsong blinked up at the next cat, a brown and orange Tom. Her ice blue eyes ran over his pelt, a smile on her maw as she dipped her head in greeting, before stretching up again. She heard him announce her third life and barely had time to react before his nose was pressed to hers.

Almost at once, a powerful emotion shot through her, making her gasp. Trust. It was blazing, making her heart pound. A bright light flashed across her vision and a cat came into view, shadows waving from its pelt, but its eyes were friendly. Snowsong felt her mouth open but she was unable to speak. And then as soon as the vision had started, she was snapped back to reality just as quickly when he pulled away. Her eyes were wide with curiosity, knowing that Hawkfeather's words would remain with her for the rest of her...Lives, as well as the vision. She dipped her head gratefully to him, still feeling a bit frazzled from the recent life she'd been given.
The tom backed away, dipping his head, he smiled. "Good luck Snowsong, I'll watch you from Starclan." He mewed, walking back with a amused look in his eyes. He new she was alive, but he still felt a spark, like he was alive again. He hadn't felt like that in a while. Could it be...no.. He backed away, waving his tail.

Ludicrous Lunacy
April 14th, 2017, 06:36 PM
[ Dark Melody ]
Glancing around, the former warrior and kittypet realized it must be her turn. Looking the soon-to-be leader square in the eye, the she-cat wondered how she would respond to her giving a life. After all, what had she done? Kidnapped the sister of Halestar? She knew it sounded worse than it was. She wasn't planning on lying or sugarcoating anything she had done. This cat deserved her honesty, just as Halestar and Squirrelleap has. She knew she would never call herself Dreamswirl again, and she also knew that she should stop wishig otherwise. Clearing her throat with a small cough and looking around her once more, the cream-and-grey swirled molly stepped forward, a gentle, nuetral smile on her muzzle.
“Greetings, Snowsong. I’m not going to lie to you, so I ask for your patience as I give my life, for it is the one I wish I gave Halestar.
“When you were born, I was probably dead, or still living as a kittypet. By the time you were an apprentice, a young kittypet joined ShadowClan. She had lost the cat she thought to be her mother and her brother, and she was still hardly six moons old. She was entirely lost, and as she grew in the Clan, so did a cat named Halepaw.
“They became warriors around the same time, and the young cat got her warrior name, as did Halepaw, who became Halestorm. They grew older, and the cat eventually took a mate nad had kits, while Halestorm was deputy. As you know, however, the second Era of Evil began, and Halestorm was driven out.
“Not too long after, I brought them both to me in a dream. The cat and Halestorm were told they were sisters, and neither knew how to accept it. But I think they both had, in their hearts, the life I am to give you, despite their actions and thoughts. I like to believe that deep down, they were willing to understand what I had done to them to protect them, but still, I wish that I could have done this sooner. And so, that is why I give you this life; forgiveness.
“In the future, cats will make mistakes. They will make all the wrong choices for all the right reasons, and their best intentions may end up causing unintended harm and inflict pain. Everycat tries to do what's right to them, and even if it harms some cats, even if you don't agree, you must remember to forgive your Clanmates and even those outside your Clan for their mistakes. I give you this life as a cat who did everything wrong to try to help, who ended up making life harder for a cat because I could not control what happened beyond my life. There are others like me, who don't realize what is out of their control until it is too late, and so you must know how to help and support those in what ways you can. We all make mistakes, but not all of us can forgive them. I can only hope that you can.”
As she concluded her speech, the swirled tabby stretched her head forwards, offering to touch noses with the deputy to grant her life. Her expression had turned from its nuetral smile to a somewhat sad one as she had spoken, but now her features showed only a serene, relatively blank expression.
As their noses touched, Jess felt a wave of pain, followed by sadness mingled with acceptance pass over her, as if she was reliving the moment she had been forced to leave life behind, and knew that her life may have come as a surprise to Snowsong, just as it had to her once before, when she was still alive and knew her fate; who could expect so much emotional pain from accepting when they had been wronged, and not allowing themself to feel hate? Hatred was always easier, the former warrior knew, and it took a strong cat not to succumb to it as she once had when she was much, much younger. She could hope, though, that Snowsong would be brave enough and strong enough to forgive the impossible crimes of others, just as she knew Squirrelleap must have been trying to do for herself.
(Sorry for any typos, this was written on mobile)

Random Melody
April 14th, 2017, 06:48 PM
[ Dark Melody ]
Glancing around, the former warrior and kittypet realized it must be her turn. Looking the soon-to-be leader square in the eye, the she-cat wondered how she would respond to her giving a life. After all, what had she done? Kidnapped the sister of Halestar? She knew it sounded worse than it was. She wasn't planning on lying or sugarcoating anything she had done. This cat deserved her honesty, just as Halestar and Squirrelleap has. She knew she would never call herself Dreamswirl again, and she also knew that she should stop wishig otherwise. Clearing her throat with a small cough and looking around her once more, the cream-and-grey swirled molly stepped forward, a gentle, nuetral smile on her muzzle.
“Greetings, Snowsong. I’m not going to lie to you, so I ask for your patience as I give my life, for it is the one I wish I gave Halestar.
“When you were born, I was probably dead, or still living as a kittypet. By the time you were an apprentice, a young kittypet joined ShadowClan. She had lost the cat she thought to be her mother and her brother, and she was still hardly six moons old. She was entirely lost, and as she grew in the Clan, so did a cat named Halepaw.
“They became warriors around the same time, and the young cat got her warrior name, as did Halepaw, who became Halestorm. They grew older, and the cat eventually took a mate nad had kits, while Halestorm was deputy. As you know, however, the second Era of Evil began, and Halestorm was driven out.
“Not too long after, I brought them both to me in a dream. The cat and Halestorm were told they were sisters, and neither knew how to accept it. But I think they both had, in their hearts, the life I am to give you, despite their actions and thoughts. I like to believe that deep down, they were willing to understand what I had done to them to protect them, but still, I wish that I could have done this sooner. And so, that is why I give you this life; forgiveness.
“In the future, cats will make mistakes. They will make all the wrong choices for all the right reasons, and their best intentions may end up causing unintended harm and inflict pain. Everycat tries to do what's right to them, and even if it harms some cats, even if you don't agree, you must remember to forgive your Clanmates and even those outside your Clan for their mistakes. I give you this life as a cat who did everything wrong to try to help, who ended up making life harder for a cat because I could not control what happened beyond my life. There are others like me, who don't realize what is out of their control until it is too late, and so you must know how to help and support those in what ways you can. We all make mistakes, but not all of us can forgive them. I can only hope that you can.”
As she concluded her speech, the swirled tabby stretched her head forwards, offering to touch noses with the deputy to grant her life. Her expression had turned from its nuetral smile to a somewhat sad one as she had spoken, but now her features showed only a serene, relatively blank expression.
As their noses touched, Jess felt a wave of pain, followed by sadness mingled with acceptance pass over her, as if she was reliving the moment she had been forced to leave life behind, and knew that her life may have come as a surprise to Snowsong, just as it had to her once before, when she was still alive and knew her fate; who could expect so much emotional pain from accepting when they had been wronged, and not allowing themself to feel hate? Hatred was always easier, the former warrior knew, and it took a strong cat not to succumb to it as she once had when she was much, much younger. She could hope, though, that Snowsong would be brave enough and strong enough to forgive the impossible crimes of others, just as she knew Squirrelleap must have been trying to do for herself.
(Sorry for any typos, this was written on mobile)

Snowsong looked up at once as another cat padded forward. This one had an emotion the Siamese she-cat couldnt quite pinpoint, and she mewed a soft greeting and stepped forward slightly, ready to touch noses with her. However, the cat began speaking, causing Snowsong to blink, ears pricking in surprise. Her gaze didnt waver, as she listened softly. A few times her eyes sparked with an almost sympathetic look, other times a smile twitched at her lips, and a few times she frowned faintly, trying to understand. The story was over as quick as it started, and Snowsong barely heard the next life before their noses were touching.

Forgiveness. Almost at once a burst erupted in her chest, but it wasnt painful. It felt free, as if she were soaring through the clouds. It was sweet like honey, soft like silk. Warm smiles and soft chuckles flashed in her mind, and it felt like her heart was dancing, growing ten sizes bigger than it already was. Snowsong cherished the feeling, wanting more of it, but alas when Jess drew back, it ebbed away as the other lives had. Snowsong gazed at her, dipping her head. "Thank you." She mewed softly to the she-cat. This was her...Fourth life, correct? And hopefully most of the next five would be as sweet as this one.

Spirit
April 15th, 2017, 03:00 PM
A quite small apprentice, most likely the smallest cat of the nine gathered, stepped forward to greet Snowsong. She looked fragile and wounded, claw marks showing on her body, and a clear set of fang marks forever scarred in her throat. Even though she looked young at her age, she did not seem nervous at all. The young she-cat strode forward with confidence and kindness showing in both her way in walking as well as her eyes and expression. She had tried this before, that was clear.
"Greetings, Snowsong. I am Wolfpaw, former of ShadowClan. I am here to give you a life that you will need to cherish and remember throughout your life as a leader. I was once an apprentice to ShadowClan, and known for being one of the most loyal cats in the clan, working hard to serve my clan and mentor.
I have recently been watching some unfortunate events happening in my birth clan, and have learnt a bit more about the life I am about to give.
Loyalty is a word that holds a lot of different perspectives. It can be loyalty to a clan, loyalty to a certain person, it can be almost anything. By giving you this life, I wish for you to stay loyal to your Clan and friends, and perhaps even more important, your family. Even though you are now to be leader, your family will need you as much as the clan will. Take your time to stick to your family and friends, as well as keeping up a good reputation with your clan. Do not put your concentration on one part only. This can ruin your life greatly. Spread out your attention over all parts evenly, and you will become a great leader.
With this, I give you the life of loyalty. Use it well, and use it wisely."
With these words, the small cat stepped forward to touch noses with the new leader.
This life would be filled with laughter, happiness and the feeling of belonging, the feeling of giving others safety. Yet there would also be a tiny bit of pain included, perhaps this came from Wolfpaw herself, having seen her mother being destroyed by the exact same trait lately.
After having given Snowsong the life, Wolfpaw stepped back in the rows of cats, nodding encouraging to the new leader, as if telling her that she would do great.

Dark Melody

Random Melody
April 15th, 2017, 03:08 PM
A quite small apprentice, most likely the smallest cat of the nine gathered, stepped forward to greet Snowsong. She looked fragile and wounded, claw marks showing on her body, and a clear set of fang marks forever scarred in her throat. Even though she looked young at her age, she did not seem nervous at all. The young she-cat strode forward with confidence and kindness showing in both her way in walking as well as her eyes and expression. She had tried this before, that was clear.
"Greetings, Snowsong. I am Wolfpaw, former of ShadowClan. I am here to give you a life that you will need to cherish and remember throughout your life as a leader. I was once an apprentice to ShadowClan, and known for being one of the most loyal cats in the clan, working hard to serve my clan and mentor.
I have recently been watching some unfortunate events happening in my birth clan, and have learnt a bit more about the life I am about to give.
Loyalty is a word that holds a lot of different perspectives. It can be loyalty to a clan, loyalty to a certain person, it can be almost anything. By giving you this life, I wish for you to stay loyal to your Clan and friends, and perhaps even more important, your family. Even though you are now to be leader, your family will need you as much as the clan will. Take your time to stick to your family and friends, as well as keeping up a good reputation with your clan. Do not put your concentration on one part only. This can ruin your life greatly. Spread out your attention over all parts evenly, and you will become a great leader.
With this, I give you the life of loyalty. Use it well, and use it wisely."
With these words, the small cat stepped forward to touch noses with the new leader.
This life would be filled with laughter, happiness and the feeling of belonging, the feeling of giving others safety. Yet there would also be a tiny bit of pain included, perhaps this came from Wolfpaw herself, having seen her mother being destroyed by the exact same trait lately.
After having given Snowsong the life, Wolfpaw stepped back in the rows of cats, nodding encouraging to the new leader, as if telling her that she would do great.

Dark Melody

Snowsong watched as a young cat stepped forward from the ranks of StarClan, and tried hard not to let herself look too sympathetic for the apprentice. No cat should die so young. And this she-cat probably would have grown to be an amazing warrior, had she been given the chance. "Hello, Wolfpaw." She greeted with a small smile, gazing down at her with warm blue eyes.

As Wolfpaw announced her life, Snowsong bent down so they could touch noses. As soon as they did a spark erupted, happy sounds of laughter. Her siblings flashed in her mind, as well as herself, looking over ThunderClan with a pride-filled, protective gaze. It was an almost painful feeling, the need to protect them, the need to stay with them and help each and every cat as best as she could, and she most certainly would. The soon-to-be-leader took a deep breath as Wolfpaw stepped back, her fur prickling from this life, but it was still a good feeling that lingered there. She gave the young she-cat a grateful look and smile, watching her step back among the others once more.

( Ludicrous Lunacy You're up ^~^)

Ludicrous Lunacy
April 15th, 2017, 07:17 PM
[ Dark Melody ]
The deaf apprentice watched the best she could, doing her best to understand when her turn was to come by trying to read te lips of Snowsong. She couldn't “hear” what her fellow StarClanners said, but it was safe to assume it was her turn to give a life. A large part of her didn't want to; it saddened her that she would give her life once more to a leader, not so long after granting it to Gyrestar, who had surrendered his name and leadership. Gyrewind. Where was the endurance she had given him? Had he, like so many others before, failed to understand what had been, to her, so clear? Or had leadership simply been too much for the poor tom? These questions flew around her head, disjointed though her lack of a large vocabulary and metaphors made them, turning to an endless, frayed string of riddles that only she knew how to solve. Taking a deep breath as she struggled to put her thoughts back in order--her order--, she stepped forward to greet the deputy.
Her lack of ability to hear words had weakened her ability to converse naturally, and she knew that both she and Snowsong were likely to struggle as she gave her life, and so she did her best to use the most normal phrases she could, slightly broken and twisted though they were.
“Greetings, Snowsong,” she meowed--so far so good-- “I’m happier to be able to give a life to you.” Pausing and glancing around, she meowed quietly to herself, out of habit, “Happier, wrong word.” Looking back as the soon-to-be leader and slightly flustered, she continued apologetically, “I can't think for the words that you can, because I have not heard them my entirety life as have you. I ask only you try your best to understand.
“I am here to grant the life that I give to Gyrestar. It is something I believe you might need in the moons to come.
“With this life, Snowsong, I give you endurance. Use it to be your own companion when needed and to be strong for moons of leading to come.”
Tipping her head up slightly, she reached to touch her nose to Snowsong’s chin, and to her surprise, this didn't sadden her as muchas it once would have--to the point where the gory image of how she looked as she died embodies her celestial form--and she was actually fairly happy. Maybe, just maybe, this time,her life you be used.
Pausing before going back to the ranks of the StarClan cats, she added quietly to Snowsong, “If you see Dunedrift, please say him that he is already good and should cut a break for himself.”
And wish that, she stepped back, admiring the leader. A small part of her wished that she would be alive to witness the new leadership, but then, how could she had given a life? Fairly contented, she gave Snow a sheepish yet encouraging smile.

(Ahhhh another one written on mobile)

Random Melody
April 15th, 2017, 07:31 PM
[ Dark Melody ]
The deaf apprentice watched the best she could, doing her best to understand when her turn was to come by trying to read te lips of Snowsong. She couldn't “hear” what her fellow StarClanners said, but it was safe to assume it was her turn to give a life. A large part of her didn't want to; it saddened her that she would give her life once more to a leader, not so long after granting it to Gyrestar, who had surrendered his name and leadership. Gyrewind. Where was the endurance she had given him? Had he, like so many others before, failed to understand what had been, to her, so clear? Or had leadership simply been too much for the poor tom? These questions flew around her head, disjointed though her lack of a large vocabulary and metaphors made them, turning to an endless, frayed string of riddles that only she knew how to solve. Taking a deep breath as she struggled to put her thoughts back in order--her order--, she stepped forward to greet the deputy.
Her lack of ability to hear words had weakened her ability to converse naturally, and she knew that both she and Snowsong were likely to struggle as she gave her life, and so she did her best to use the most normal phrases she could, slightly broken and twisted though they were.
“Greetings, Snowsong,” she meowed--so far so good-- “I’m happier to be able to give a life to you.” Pausing and glancing around, she meowed quietly to herself, out of habit, “Happier, wrong word.” Looking back as the soon-to-be leader and slightly flustered, she continued apologetically, “I can't think for the words that you can, because I have not heard them my entirety life as have you. I ask only you try your best to understand.
“I am here to grant the life that I give to Gyrestar. It is something I believe you might need in the moons to come.
“With this life, Snowsong, I give you endurance. Use it to be your own companion when needed and to be strong for moons of leading to come.”
Tipping her head up slightly, she reached to touch her nose to Snowsong’s chin, and to her surprise, this didn't sadden her as muchas it once would have--to the point where the gory image of how she looked as she died embodies her celestial form--and she was actually fairly happy. Maybe, just maybe, this time,her life you be used.
Pausing before going back to the ranks of the StarClan cats, she added quietly to Snowsong, “If you see Dunedrift, please say him that he is already good and should cut a break for himself.”
And wish that, she stepped back, admiring the leader. A small part of her wished that she would be alive to witness the new leadership, but then, how could she had given a life? Fairly contented, she gave Snow a sheepish yet encouraging smile.

(Ahhhh another one written on mobile)

Snowsong watched, ears pricked as another cat stepped up. The Siamese dipped her head to the young she-cat, again trying not to feel pity. Young cats, so young to die. StarClan, why do you take the little ones? She wondered softly, her eyes glazing over with an unreadable emotion. Why did you take Fernpaw? That was a question she always wondered. Why her? Why her sister? Why did she die?

Shaking these thoughts off, she looked down when the apprentice began speaking, and flicked her ear faintly, looking confused at how she talked. She's deaf. Snowsong immediately realized this, and tried desperately not to look sympathetic again, instead giving a warm, encouraging smile. When the time came, she bent her head so she could give her the life, closing her eyes and bracing herself.

This life wasnt painful, but it was strong. She could feel it running through her legs, pumping through her veins. The ability - The longing - To keep going, to keep marching on no matter what was in her way. She cherished the strength, the proud feeling like she could do anything, anything for her Clan, for her family, for her friends. It was over in the same instant, and Snowsong opened her eyes once more to gaze down at the young she-cat, giving a grateful smile before watching her step back.

( Spirit Your turn again ^^)

Spirit
April 16th, 2017, 01:57 PM
A tabby looking she-cat stepped forward. The warrior looked as if she were around 23 moons old when she passed. Her green eyes ,now shining with small dots representing stars, watched the soon-to-be leader of her own former clan, and a slight smile crept up on her lips. The warrior was not originally from ThunderClan, but had come to live there when she had had her kit, to secure Howlkit would grow up safe, but had died by illness shortly after arriving, so no signs of injury were to be seen on her body.
"Greetings, Snowsong. I am Pepperdancer. I am formerly of ThunderClan, but were only with the clan for a moon or so, so I did not know much about clan life before being sent to StarClan. Here, I learnt a lot. The life I am here to give you is one usually seen in every warrior in a clan, but is needed the most in the heart of the leader. Bravery. Hold it tight within you, and don't get nervous or scared when facing a hard situation, and especially when having to talk in front of a big crowd of cats. This life is something you are going to need throughout your time as a leader. I hope you will hold it close to your heart at all times, and be a good influence on your clan to be the same. I hereby give you the life of bravery"
With these words, the warrior padded forward to touch noses with the deputy, before going back into the ranks of starry cats.

Dark Melody

Random Melody
April 16th, 2017, 04:00 PM
A tabby looking she-cat stepped forward. The warrior looked as if she were around 23 moons old when she passed. Her green eyes ,now shining with small dots representing stars, watched the soon-to-be leader of her own former clan, and a slight smile crept up on her lips. The warrior was not originally from ThunderClan, but had come to live there when she had had her kit, to secure Howlkit would grow up safe, but had died by illness shortly after arriving, so no signs of injury were to be seen on her body.
"Greetings, Snowsong. I am Pepperdancer. I am formerly of ThunderClan, but were only with the clan for a moon or so, so I did not know much about clan life before being sent to StarClan. Here, I learnt a lot. The life I am here to give you is one usually seen in every warrior in a clan, but is needed the most in the heart of the leader. Bravery. Hold it tight within you, and don't get nervous or scared when facing a hard situation, and especially when having to talk in front of a big crowd of cats. This life is something you are going to need throughout your time as a leader. I hope you will hold it close to your heart at all times, and be a good influence on your clan to be the same. I hereby give you the life of bravery"
With these words, the warrior padded forward to touch noses with the deputy, before going back into the ranks of starry cats.

Dark Melody

Snowsong watched, eyes wide and curious, as another cat stepped up. A tabby looking she-cat. Her ice blue eyes met the other cat's green ones, and a warm smile spread over her maw as she dipped her head. She was mostly happy this cat was not an apprentice; It saddened her to see such young cats among the StarClan ranks. But instead of saying this, she merely pricked her ears as the she-cat began to speak, listening intently. Pepperdancer, She'd remember that. She'd remember all of them.

When it was time, Snowsong reached forward to press her nose to Pepperdancer's, to receive her next life. As soon as the she-cat announced it, Snowsong drew in a silent gasp as pain flashed throughout her body. Bravery. Her muscles were burning, fire shooting through her pelt, and her heart seemed to tighten. She gritted her teeth, trying not to concentrate on it, but the pain was almost unbearable, but the strength and courage that came with it was almost satisfying. It seemed like moons before Pepperdancer stepped back, and the pain ebbed. Snowsong was breathing heavily, shocked, her paws rooted to the ground, but she still managed to give the starry she-cat a grateful look regardless, still stunned.

( Empress Of Evil You're turrrnnn X3 x3)

Empress Of Evil
April 17th, 2017, 02:36 AM
From the shadows of StarClan's territory, an ebony coloured she-cat watched with interest. No expression seemed to cross her face, her dark blue hues only occasionally flickering as the siamese received a life. It seemed that today, Crimsontiger would be giving yet another life. This was the fifth life she was going to give, already having given the last four previous leaders a life. This life was one she hadn't given before. It was a life that representated what she had felt a few moons ago, and to this day she still felt it. Each day, it seemed to haunt her, knowing that she had been killed her best friend, even if she had killed him too. Not only had she lost her best friend, she had also lost her sister. It pained her each day, but the she-cat had learned to live by it and watch her former clan grow below her.
The she-cat closed her eyes for a short moment, before opening them again. It was her turn. Rising slowly to her paws, Crimsontiger stepped out from the darkness that hid her pelt, padding forward slowly. The she-cat was one with experience when it came to giving lives. "Greetings Snowsong," the ebony feline started, dipping her head as a sign of respect. Whilst the to-be leader might be from another clan, that didn't mean she deserved any less respect. "I am Crimsontiger, a former warrior of ShadowClan. I died in a battle that all clans went through, losing a lot of precious things in the process. However, i've learned to move on and continue to watch my clanmate's from above," Crimsontiger continued. As the young cat spoke, her voice was soft, and almost....stern. As if teaching a lesson.
"With this life, I give you love. Life will give you many challenges, but it also gives you many things that you should be grateful for. There are so many cats around you, cats that you love and care for. Protect them and in turn, they will protect you. Keep all that you love close to you," Crimsontiger said. With that, the ebony feline reached forward and pressed her nose gently against the other she-cat's. Crimsontiger knew that the life she was giving would probably be a bit painful. Lots of cats underestimated the power of love, they didn't seem to understand just how powerful it was. As the former warrior drew away, she gazed into her icy blue hues with her own dark blue gaze. It was as if she wanted to say something more, but was quickly deciding against it. But really, she had nothing more to say. She knew that Snowsong would be a great leader.
And with that, Crimsontiger turned around and slowly slinked back into the shadows, disappearing without a trace.

[Dark Melody]

Random Melody
April 17th, 2017, 07:08 AM
From the shadows of StarClan's territory, an ebony coloured she-cat watched with interest. No expression seemed to cross her face, her dark blue hues only occasionally flickering as the siamese received a life. It seemed that today, Crimsontiger would be giving yet another life. This was the fifth life she was going to give, already having given the last four previous leaders a life. This life was one she hadn't given before. It was a life that representated what she had felt a few moons ago, and to this day she still felt it. Each day, it seemed to haunt her, knowing that she had been killed her best friend, even if she had killed him too. Not only had she lost her best friend, she had also lost her sister. It pained her each day, but the she-cat had learned to live by it and watch her former clan grow below her.
The she-cat closed her eyes for a short moment, before opening them again. It was her turn. Rising slowly to her paws, Crimsontiger stepped out from the darkness that hid her pelt, padding forward slowly. The she-cat was one with experience when it came to giving lives. "Greetings Snowsong," the ebony feline started, dipping her head as a sign of respect. Whilst the to-be leader might be from another clan, that didn't mean she deserved any less respect. "I am Crimsontiger, a former warrior of ShadowClan. I died in a battle that all clans went through, losing a lot of precious things in the process. However, i've learned to move on and continue to watch my clanmate's from above," Crimsontiger continued. As the young cat spoke, her voice was soft, and almost....stern. As if teaching a lesson.
"With this life, I give you love. Life will give you many challenges, but it also gives you many things that you should be grateful for. There are so many cats around you, cats that you love and care for. Protect them and in turn, they will protect you. Keep all that you love close to you," Crimsontiger said. With that, the ebony feline reached forward and pressed her nose gently against the other she-cat's. Crimsontiger knew that the life she was giving would probably be a bit painful. Lots of cats underestimated the power of love, they didn't seem to understand just how powerful it was. As the former warrior drew away, she gazed into her icy blue hues with her own dark blue gaze. It was as if she wanted to say something more, but was quickly deciding against it. But really, she had nothing more to say. She knew that Snowsong would be a great leader.
And with that, Crimsontiger turned around and slowly slinked back into the shadows, disappearing without a trace.

[Dark Melody]

Snowsong watched with interest as an ebony feline slipped from the starry cats and came forward, and straightened up at once, smiling gently as the she-cat introduced herself, and Snowsong mewed a quiet greeting and dipped her head in the same respect, her ice blue hues gentle and friendly as she gazed at the former ShadowClan warrior. Then she straightened up slightly, bracing herself as she prepared for the next life.

Love. Snowsong seemed relieved at first for this one. It wouldnt be painful, would it? Love was never painful. But as soon as their noses connected, she felt a blast of fire shooting through her, and her claws shot out, sinking into the ground. It was all she could do to keep from yowling. It was blazing like fury, pounding at her chest and going through each and every part of her body. Like the fury of a mother to protect her kits, Snowsong could feel the fury of a leader, protecting her Clan. She found herself gasping by the time Crimsontiger drew back, her shoulders tensed.

Slowly she allowed her claws to sheath again, shaking her head wearily before looking up to thank Crimsontiger. But the she-cat had gone before she could, back with the StarClan. Snowsong breathed in sharply before turning her gaze to the others, wondering who would be giving her last life. Dad? The thought drifted into her mind, and a frown tugged at her lips briefly. Would he be there? Was he proud?

Shaking her head, she straightened up and took a deep breath, ready to receive her last life.

( bad company <3)

monfang
April 17th, 2017, 09:38 AM
Snowsong watched with interest as an ebony feline slipped from the starry cats and came forward, and straightened up at once, smiling gently as the she-cat introduced herself, and Snowsong mewed a quiet greeting and dipped her head in the same respect, her ice blue hues gentle and friendly as she gazed at the former ShadowClan warrior. Then she straightened up slightly, bracing herself as she prepared for the next life.

Love. Snowsong seemed relieved at first for this one. It wouldnt be painful, would it? Love was never painful. But as soon as their noses connected, she felt a blast of fire shooting through her, and her claws shot out, sinking into the ground. It was all she could do to keep from yowling. It was blazing like fury, pounding at her chest and going through each and every part of her body. Like the fury of a mother to protect her kits, Snowsong could feel the fury of a leader, protecting her Clan. She found herself gasping by the time Crimsontiger drew back, her shoulders tensed.

Slowly she allowed her claws to sheath again, shaking her head wearily before looking up to thank Crimsontiger. But the she-cat had gone before she could, back with the StarClan. Snowsong breathed in sharply before turning her gaze to the others, wondering who would be giving her last life. Dad? The thought drifted into her mind, and a frown tugged at her lips briefly. Would he be there? Was he proud?

Shaking her head, she straightened up and took a deep breath, ready to receive her last life.

( bad company <3)
His eyes watched, as the first eight stepped up to give her lives. Indeed, he was proud, more proud than anyone could imagine. Fiercestorm had watched over her as she became deputy. And now, he was here to give her her last life, one she needed most of all. One thing he was known for. Wisdom.

Finally he stepped up. At first his starry pelt was covered in darkness, but as he neared his colours and shape began to take form. The large tom finally reached her, and a smile grew on his maw. "Snowsong. My lovely daughter. Look at how much you have grown." he started, then cleared his throat. "Snowsong, I give you the life of wisdom. So that you may know the moral rights, and that you can see evil from good, and make the best decisions for your clan." he purred, and then pressed his nose with hers.

"You are now Snowstar." Fiercestorm whispered. "Go to your clan. Lead them well. I know you can." he said, his eyes gleaming before he stepped back, his head held high as he looked down at his daughter. "I am always watching."

Random Melody
April 17th, 2017, 09:48 AM
His eyes watched, as the first eight stepped up to give her lives. Indeed, he was proud, more proud than anyone could imagine. Fiercestorm had watched over her as she became deputy. And now, he was here to give her her last life, one she needed most of all. One thing he was known for. Wisdom.

Finally he stepped up. At first his starry pelt was covered in darkness, but as he neared his colours and shape began to take form. The large tom finally reached her, and a smile grew on his maw. "Snowsong. My lovely daughter. Look at how much you have grown." he started, then cleared his throat. "Snowsong, I give you the life of wisdom. So that you may know the moral rights, and that you can see evil from good, and make the best decisions for your clan." he purred, and then pressed his nose with hers.

"You are now Snowstar." Fiercestorm whispered. "Go to your clan. Lead them well. I know you can." he said, his eyes gleaming before he stepped back, his head held high as he looked down at his daughter. "I am always watching."

Snowsong's eyes widened as her father padded forward, and she was rooted where she stood, watching. Her heart was beating faster and faster with each moment, her throat feeling tight, and she blinked back the tears filling her eyes. Once again she was reminded of Blackstorm, of what he did, and why she could never let him back in. Snowsong let everyone in. She trusted everyone. But her brother was the one exception.

Snowsong continued to force back her tears and gazed up at her father, the Siamese unable to help a small smile as he spoke to her, and she dipped her head. "Daddy..." She whispered, closing her eyes before raising up. Her fathers touch was gentle, as gentle as they were when he was alive. She felt it all pouring into her, the wisdom, the knowledge, and she found herself drinking it up, wanting more of it, wanting to be exactly like Fiercestorm. I'll make him proud.

As Fiercestorm stepped back and announced her new name, Snowsong - No, Snowstar, gazed up at him with both pain and happiness, glad to see her father, even if it was only for this time. "Thank you, Daddy," She murmured, glancing around. "Thank all of you." She returned her gaze to Fiercestorm, and managed a soft smile at her father. She could feel the dream fading now.

Snowstar took a deep breath, shutting her eyes, allowing herself to return back to the waking world. It was done. She was leader.

BEAR.
May 13th, 2017, 01:19 PM
Brooklyn Trees

The moon was cast high in the sky, illuminating the world around Aconiteheart as he followed the worn path to the Starcave. While he never experienced the trail in life, he was certain he could find the cave without the light. Being confined to the earth during Ebonypaw's training gave him the advantage of exploring the unfamiliar territory.

Ducking into the mouth of the cave, more out of instinct than necessity, the spotted tabby vanished from sight, swallowed by darkness. They were fortunate the narrow tunnel shepherded them towards the center of the cave, opening up to the cavernous room that housed the stone. Light flooded into the cavern through holes in the ceiling, and the spirit closed the distance between the crystallized rock.

"Ebonypaw," Aconiteheart acknowledged the apprentice accompanying him, turning from the crystal to face the tuxedo feline. "Are you ready to receive your full medicine cat name?"

Brooklyn Trees
May 15th, 2017, 03:04 PM
Brooklyn Trees

The moon was cast high in the sky, illuminating the world around Aconiteheart as he followed the worn path to the Starcave. While he never experienced the trail in life, he was certain he could find the cave without the light. Being confined to the earth during Ebonypaw's training gave him the advantage of exploring the unfamiliar territory.

Ducking into the mouth of the cave, more out of instinct than necessity, the spotted tabby vanished from sight, swallowed by darkness. They were fortunate the narrow tunnel shepherded them towards the center of the cave, opening up to the cavernous room that housed the stone. Light flooded into the cavern through holes in the ceiling, and the spirit closed the distance between the crystallized rock.

"Ebonypaw," Aconiteheart acknowledged the apprentice accompanying him, turning from the crystal to face the tuxedo feline. "Are you ready to receive your full medicine cat name?"

A feline padded quietly after the spirit, though the soft sound of her paws connecting with the earth below seemed louder than they should with such silence about the two of them as they headed towards the Starcave.
When she left this place tonight her name would be changed for the rest of her moons, and she would leave the name of Ebonypaw behind.

All her life to this point she had carried the suffix that she knew would be hers for that time far before it came. Kit when she was younger, and paw once she was apprenticed.
It was the name she held now that was hers when she last believed that she would be becoming a warrior, and this name when her path was altered to follow medicine.

She bowed her head as she slipped through the entrance of the Starcave as to not hit her head on the roof of the opening, and looked up at the stone and the spirit tom who stood before it.
She was caught again by the beauty of the Starcave. The place where she could talk to her ancestors and the bodiless forms of the great felines of the past.

Ebonypaw looked up at her mentor to look into his eyes. Would he stay once this was done with?
"I am." She said, voice calm and closed off despite the excitement that may have shone in her eyes the moment she opened her maw.

BEAR.
May 15th, 2017, 03:16 PM
A feline padded quietly after the spirit, though the soft sound of her paws connecting with the earth below seemed louder than they should with such silence about the two of them as they headed towards the Starcave.
When she left this place tonight her name would be changed for the rest of her moons, and she would leave the name of Ebonypaw behind.

All her life to this point she had carried the suffix that she knew would be hers for that time far before it came. Kit when she was younger, and paw once she was apprenticed.
It was the name she held now that was hers when she last believed that she would be becoming a warrior, and this name when her path was altered to follow medicine.

She bowed her head as she slipped through the entrance of the Starcave as to not hit her head on the roof of the opening, and looked up at the stone and the spirit tom who stood before it.
She was caught again by the beauty of the Starcave. The place where she could talk to her ancestors and the bodiless forms of the great felines of the past.

Ebonypaw looked up at her mentor to look into his eyes. Would he stay once this was done with?
"I am." She said, voice calm and closed off despite the excitement that may have shone in her eyes the moment she opened her maw.

In a way, the Starcave reminded the old tom of the Whispering Cave he once frequented, and the sensation of being in a similar but .. not the same location was an odd one to him. He always imagined Ebonypaw would be given her full name under the same cavern as her ancestors once had, not under a difference setting. She would be the first SkyClan medicine cat to be appointed as the other Clans had.

"Before we proceed," he murmured, "I want to say I'm proud of you. You've come a long way from the uncertain warrior apprentice that was thrown down a significantly different path. It's been an honor to not only guide you, but to have met you. This is the last time we'll meet under these skies - StarClan willing we might meet again in StarClan, but beyond that I can not say. SkyClan now resides in your paws, and your paws alone until you decide to take on your own apprentice. I know you'll serve them well. Now.."

"I, Aconiteheart, a medicine cat of StarClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down upon this apprentice. She has trained hard to understand the way of a medicine cat, and with your help she will serve her Clan for many moons. Ebonypaw, do you promise to uphold the ways of a medicine cat, to stand apart from rivalry between Clan and Clan, and to protect all cats equally, even at the cost of your life?"

Brooklyn Trees
May 15th, 2017, 03:52 PM
In a way, the Starcave reminded the old tom of the Whispering Cave he once frequented, and the sensation of being in a similar but .. not the same location was an odd one to him. He always imagined Ebonypaw would be given her full name under the same cavern as her ancestors once had, not under a difference setting. She would be the first SkyClan medicine cat to be appointed as the other Clans had.

"Before we proceed," he murmured, "I want to say I'm proud of you. You've come a long way from the uncertain warrior apprentice that was thrown down a significantly different path. It's been an honor to not only guide you, but to have met you. This is the last time we'll meet under these skies - StarClan willing we might meet again in StarClan, but beyond that I can not say. SkyClan now resides in your paws, and your paws alone until you decide to take on your own apprentice. I know you'll serve them well. Now.."

"I, Aconiteheart, a medicine cat of StarClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down upon this apprentice. She has trained hard to understand the way of a medicine cat, and with your help she will serve her Clan for many moons. Ebonypaw, do you promise to uphold the ways of a medicine cat, to stand apart from rivalry between Clan and Clan, and to protect all cats equally, even at the cost of your life?"

The tuxedo feline was surprised by his words. She had not expected him to say something like that, but he continued to speak before she could even think of something to say in return.
In a way she was glad that he had done so. What would she have said?

She inhaled. Slowly. Things would be changing after this. A whole new chapter or a single leaf on yet another tree. If things were peaceful then it was possible that she would not see Aconiteheart again until she went to Starclan herself.
So many promises that she was making now. Some easier in thought than others.
Uphold the ways of a Medicine Cat.
Stand apart from Clan to Clan rivalry.
Protect everyone equally, even if I must die to do so.
These were the promises she was openly making, those that were now being asked of her.
There were other promises that she was asking of herself too though.


So soon she would be dropping the name of Ebonypaw forever. Ebonypaw silently tried to let go of this name. This name that she had brought from the old territory where she was born.
Exhale.
"I do."

BEAR.
May 15th, 2017, 04:10 PM
The tuxedo feline was surprised by his words. She had not expected him to say something like that, but he continued to speak before she could even think of something to say in return.
In a way she was glad that he had done so. What would she have said?

She inhaled. Slowly. Things would be changing after this. A whole new chapter or a single leaf on yet another tree. If things were peaceful then it was possible that she would not see Aconiteheart again until she went to Starclan herself.
So many promises that she was making now. Some easier in thought than others.
Uphold the ways of a Medicine Cat.
Stand apart from Clan to Clan rivalry.
Protect everyone equally, even if I must die to do so.
These were the promises she was openly making, those that were now being asked of her.
There were other promises that she was asking of herself too though.


So soon she would be dropping the name of Ebonypaw forever. Ebonypaw silently tried to let go of this name. This name that she had brought from the old territory where she was born.
Exhale.
"I do."

"Then by the powers of StarClan I give you your true name as a medicine cat. Ebonypaw, from this moment you will be known as Ebonyfrost. StarClan honors your intelligence and rationality. You have come far, and the trail ahead may not be easy, but SkyClan is in good paws."

The spirit stepped forward, briefly resting his muzzle on her head as was custom, and he withdrew after a moment. "Whether you sleep at the crystal for tonight is up to you - you'll find yourself in StarClan's hunting grounds, although whether or not you meet another spirit remains to be seen." Aconiteheart hesitated, silent words at his maw. "Regardless, this is where we must part, as difficult as it is. May StarClan light your path, Ebonyfrost, and may you prosper as SkyClan's full medicine cat."

With this, the spotted tabby turned, fading as he started towards the shadows of the cavern until he was gone completely.

Brooklyn Trees
May 15th, 2017, 04:23 PM
"Then by the powers of StarClan I give you your true name as a medicine cat. Ebonypaw, from this moment you will be known as Ebonyfrost. StarClan honors your intelligence and rationality. You have come far, and the trail ahead may not be easy, but SkyClan is in good paws."

The spirit stepped forward, briefly resting his muzzle on her head as was custom, and he withdrew after a moment. "Whether you sleep at the crystal for tonight is up to you - you'll find yourself in StarClan's hunting grounds, although whether or not you meet another spirit remains to be seen." Aconiteheart hesitated, silent words at his maw. "Regardless, this is where we must part, as difficult as it is. May StarClan light your path, Ebonyfrost, and may you prosper as SkyClan's full medicine cat."

With this, the spotted tabby turned, fading as he started towards the shadows of the cavern until he was gone completely.

Ebonyfrost ran her tongue lightly along his shoulder, as was custom before she watched him draw away.
"Thank you." She mewed. Tentatively allowing her walls to lower for a moment.
"For the name." The future seemed so strange now. Her Starclan mentor was to dissapear as he had done so many times before and he may not reappear.
"And for everything it means."

She watched as he padded away, drowned by shadows, his shape leaving her to stand there in the cavern, bright eyes flashing.
Ebonyfrost stood this way for another moment, looking at the spot where he had gone, before she turned towards the crystal.
Silently, she closed her eyes and leaned forwards until the tip of her nose pressed against the surface, falling unconscious.

Zero
May 20th, 2017, 09:40 AM
Surgestorm wandered toward the gaping mouth of the Starcave, looking around with surprised yellow orbs to see that he was the first to arrive to their designated meeting place. He let out a soft sigh as he settled into a sitting position, missing the times when he would always be the second to arrive. Zerosight would usually get here way before all of the medicine cats, leaving way earlier to make sure that his blindness didn't hinder his fellow healers. Of course he usually made it just fine after moons of making the small journey, and just arrived way earlier than needed every time. Surgestorm would try to get here earlier as well, to have a conversation with the older wiser cat, and now it was just habit that he found himself in.
He closed his eyes as a small breeze wafted through the small clearing, enjoying the warmth of early new-leaf. The tom was glad that it was finally beginning to look green again; everything was growing and that meant that he would have plenty of herbs to pick from soon. He opened his eyes and gaze out into the trail leading here, watching for any of the other medicine cats. The tom silently hoped that Wheatfur wouldn't be the next to arrive, his dislike for the new medicine cat making his thoughts turn sour.

Momotaro
May 20th, 2017, 09:57 AM
{Ahhhh Surgestorm; You jinxed it, also, did Luna/Ray allow us to have our cats have conversations with STC cats?} Zero to Hero
Wheatfur walked into the cave, it was quit large, the ceiling glittering like stars in the night sky, and the massive crystal in the middle was quite impressive. The golden medicine cat felt odd being here. He had once sneaked in here when he was a 'paw, but his mentor dragged him out by the ear. He felt a little anger at Starclan for keeping this place to themselves, How come you get to claim a place is yours? Was did you do, most of you are normal, but dead cats. Wheatfur disliked Starclan, how come everyone worshipped them? He knew they existed, thanks to the dark-forest and his mis-sept apprentice-hood, but why did cats thing they were so great?
Wheatfur turned to look at Surgestorm. The Windclan cat was staring at him, and Wheatfur knew that it wasn't friendly. Your friend was a coward and resigned Don't blame me, a true clan cat doesn't whine and moan when something doesn't go their way. They fight silently against it, or deal with it. The golden cat took in a breath and started to talk. "Hello. Surgestorm isn't it? How are things in Windclan?"

graves
May 20th, 2017, 11:42 AM
{Ahhhh Surgestorm; You jinxed it, also, did Luna/Ray allow us to have our cats have conversations with STC cats?} Zero to Hero
Wheatfur walked into the cave, it was quit large, the ceiling glittering like stars in the night sky, and the massive crystal in the middle was quite impressive. The golden medicine cat felt odd being here. He had once sneaked in here when he was a 'paw, but his mentor dragged him out by the ear. He felt a little anger at Starclan for keeping this place to themselves, How come you get to claim a place is yours? Was did you do, most of you are normal, but dead cats. Wheatfur disliked Starclan, how come everyone worshipped them? He knew they existed, thanks to the dark-forest and his mis-sept apprentice-hood, but why did cats thing they were so great?
Wheatfur turned to look at Surgestorm. The Windclan cat was staring at him, and Wheatfur knew that it wasn't friendly. Your friend was a coward and resigned Don't blame me, a true clan cat doesn't whine and moan when something doesn't go their way. They fight silently against it, or deal with it. The golden cat took in a breath and started to talk. "Hello. Surgestorm isn't it? How are things in Windclan?"
Surgestorm wandered toward the gaping mouth of the Starcave, looking around with surprised yellow orbs to see that he was the first to arrive to their designated meeting place. He let out a soft sigh as he settled into a sitting position, missing the times when he would always be the second to arrive. Zerosight would usually get here way before all of the medicine cats, leaving way earlier to make sure that his blindness didn't hinder his fellow healers. Of course he usually made it just fine after moons of making the small journey, and just arrived way earlier than needed every time. Surgestorm would try to get here earlier as well, to have a conversation with the older wiser cat, and now it was just habit that he found himself in.
He closed his eyes as a small breeze wafted through the small clearing, enjoying the warmth of early new-leaf. The tom was glad that it was finally beginning to look green again; everything was growing and that meant that he would have plenty of herbs to pick from soon. He opened his eyes and gaze out into the trail leading here, watching for any of the other medicine cats. The tom silently hoped that Wheatfur wouldn't be the next to arrive, his dislike for the new medicine cat making his thoughts turn sour.
Clover Lilly Brooklyn Trees

Daypaws ears twitched as they entered the cave. With no mentor to show them around, it was quiet hard to find this place having not been here before. Though they followed their instincts, warm breeze running through their fur and the scent of a musky cave had lead them here. It took them awhile, but they finally made it. As they entered, they took small steps in the cave before seeing the other med cats. They saw no reason for this, for them to come to a meeting. Seeing as they didnt have faith in Starclan, nor had the motivation to walk that long walk every half moon. They sighed. Their body was laced with exhaustion from not sleeping well, and having not eaten earlier that day. They didnt say a word in greeting them, instead sitting down across from the others. They were the newest med cat of all of them, only being appointed a few days ago life had been pretty new and hectic, cats needing their constant attention where ever they were was annoying. Today was going to be their med cat ceremony. Was is really necessary? Would Starclan really accept them after all the rage Daypaw held against them? They frankly didnt care. If Starclan dared showed themselves in a dream they would give them a piece of their mind. ¨Shadowclans doing well.¨ Daypaw budded in the conversation.

spade
May 25th, 2017, 02:35 PM
The Eye Of The Storm Zero to Hero Brooklyn Trees Clover

Excitement filled every inch of Cricketpaw's body as she found herself making her way up the slope towards the Starcave, it's shadowy entrance making her heart beat faster. It gave her kit-like joy to see the sacred place once more, as she hadn't been here since her own ceremony. Then, the other medicine cat's hadn't been there - it was just her and Geckoleaf. But now, with Daypaw emerging as the new ShadowClan medicine cat, with no mentor to guide him, they had all gathered here to welcome him into their world. Finally, I'm not the newest medicine cat anymore she thought with a slight feeling of relief. She had been nervous before, but now she felt more confident.

Her blue eyes flashed in the glowing dim lighting, adjusting to her surroundings as she paused outside the cave. From within the winding tunnel she could detect voices, signaling that the other medicine cats had already arrive. Scents from ShadowClan, ThunderClan, and WindClan drifted upwards, and the bengal took a moment to prepare herself. She had met them all before at the Gathering, but this was the first time she would be interacting with them outside of normal Clan settings. Geckoleaf had told her before that the borderlines meant nothing when it came to the medicine cats, and she hoped that would be the stepping stone to finally being accepted and finding a group in which she belonged. With Russetstar, the leader of RiverClan, being her dad, she had been expected to be a great warrior someday. Now that she was following Geckoleaf into the world of medicine and StarClan, she didn't have much in common with her old friends. Often, Cricketpaw found herself isolated and alone, really only socializing with her sister Rabbitpaw, her father, and Whisperblaze. A soft sigh left her lips as she glanced to her side where Geckoleaf was beside her. "Time go head on in," she mewed, smiling a bit before decending into the cave.

She let her paws lead the way, feeling the smoothness of the rock surface beneath her, worn down over many moons by countless paws of the medicine cats before her. In the distance, the glow from the cavern where the others were waiting radiated the way to follow, allowing a warm feeling to flow through Cricketpaw. Soon, she founded the final corner and blinked a few times, settling her gaze on the others that had already gathered there. "Hello," she purred, dipping her head to her fellow medicine cats, a smile dancing across her face. She paused beside the cavern entrance, waiting for Geckoleaf to join her as well - after all, she knew the three cats standing before her better than anyone.

Clover
May 26th, 2017, 10:54 PM
The Eye Of The Storm Zero to Hero Brooklyn Trees Clover

Excitement filled every inch of Cricketpaw's body as she found herself making her way up the slope towards the Starcave, it's shadowy entrance making her heart beat faster. It gave her kit-like joy to see the sacred place once more, as she hadn't been here since her own ceremony. Then, the other medicine cat's hadn't been there - it was just her and Geckoleaf. But now, with Daypaw emerging as the new ShadowClan medicine cat, with no mentor to guide him, they had all gathered here to welcome him into their world. Finally, I'm not the newest medicine cat anymore she thought with a slight feeling of relief. She had been nervous before, but now she felt more confident.

Her blue eyes flashed in the glowing dim lighting, adjusting to her surroundings as she paused outside the cave. From within the winding tunnel she could detect voices, signaling that the other medicine cats had already arrive. Scents from ShadowClan, ThunderClan, and WindClan drifted upwards, and the bengal took a moment to prepare herself. She had met them all before at the Gathering, but this was the first time she would be interacting with them outside of normal Clan settings. Geckoleaf had told her before that the borderlines meant nothing when it came to the medicine cats, and she hoped that would be the stepping stone to finally being accepted and finding a group in which she belonged. With Russetstar, the leader of RiverClan, being her dad, she had been expected to be a great warrior someday. Now that she was following Geckoleaf into the world of medicine and StarClan, she didn't have much in common with her old friends. Often, Cricketpaw found herself isolated and alone, really only socializing with her sister Rabbitpaw, her father, and Whisperblaze. A soft sigh left her lips as she glanced to her side where Geckoleaf was beside her. "Time go head on in," she mewed, smiling a bit before decending into the cave.

She let her paws lead the way, feeling the smoothness of the rock surface beneath her, worn down over many moons by countless paws of the medicine cats before her. In the distance, the glow from the cavern where the others were waiting radiated the way to follow, allowing a warm feeling to flow through Cricketpaw. Soon, she founded the final corner and blinked a few times, settling her gaze on the others that had already gathered there. "Hello," she purred, dipping her head to her fellow medicine cats, a smile dancing across her face. She paused beside the cavern entrance, waiting for Geckoleaf to join her as well - after all, she knew the three cats standing before her better than anyone.

Geckoleaf drifted into the cavern quietly, her paws silent against the ground. Her injured leg was unbound now, but still sensitive; she tried not to put weight on it, but she knew that to strengthen the bone where it was injured she had to strain it. Her ears flicked lazily, and she smiled; she was calm here, with the peaceful medicine cats surrounding her. She knew they were under no chance of attack; any other opposing clan cat would leave the risk of injury. She let Cricketpaw lead; her apprentice had grown much since her officiation and was strong and capable. Geckoleaf had been self-reliant and independent for far too long. She felt an unexpected surge of pride swell behind her breastbone, powerful and almost overwhelming. It was like watching a blood daughter grow up, blooming into a beautiful and strong young she-cat. Her tail twitched with joy, and she stopped by her apprentice's side.

Cricketpaw was much larger; tall and willowy, surprisingly strong for a medicine cat. The fiery tabby gently rested her feathery tail over the Bengal's flank, comfortingly and reassuringly. "I'm so proud of you, darling,"she mewed gently, nuzzling the furry cheek of Cricketpaw, now at head height instead of her having to lean down. "Don't worry; none of them are as scary as they look. Well, maybe Surgestorm."

As one of the three oldest medicine cats, she had gotten to know Surgestorm and Ebonyfrost very well. They were close friends of hers who she saw unoften enough. They ewere both reasonable, smart cats, who were always gracious and kind. She was excited for Cricketpaw to attend half-moon and meet them; but she wondered if her apprentice would get along better with Daypaw, the youngest and newest of the strange medicine cat alliance.

Zero
May 28th, 2017, 09:58 AM
The Eye Of The Storm
woly
Lilly
Clover

(We're gonna move on for the moment without Ebonyfrost, but they can join in a bit later if they want to.)

Surgestorm admired the inside of the starcave whilst he was by his lonesome. The glittering of the ceiling reflected in his yellow eyes, giving them an almost eerie supernatural look to them.

He had just began to move past his shallow thoughts about Wheatfur, when behold guess who shows up? The dark golden colored tom himself. He knew who he was looking at even without ever having spoken to the cat, having seen him quite clearly at the last gathering. Instantly, the atmosphere of the suddenly small seeming cave became thicker with tension. He didn't know what to expect from this new ThunderClan medicine cat, so he kept his jaw clamped shut at first, just studying his from afar. At first, he thought maybe his dark pelt made him blend too well into the shadows, so he was a bit surprised with Wheatfur greeted him normally. "Yeah, that's my name," He surprised himself by sounding almost normal, though his words could have been chosen a little better. "You must be this Wheatfur I've been hearing about." His lips curled upwards in a half smile, and he forced himself to relax. He had to put away his pettiness, especially in such a holy place. "WindClan is doing well under my care. Is ThunderClan well?"

The next to arrive was somebody he didn't know very well either, for they were the newest to the medicine cat rank; Daypaw. There was something about the young cat that seemed to draw Surgestorm's gaze, and just a bit of his concern. Maybe it was how tired the cream colored cat seemed, or maybe it was because he could tell how done the cat already looked. He honestly didn't know. However, he was probably just a bit surprised not to see any little bit of excitement in their gaze. He blinked when the small apprentice just sat and added a line to the conversation, so Surgestorm took the initiative. "Welcome," He meowed smoothly, dipping his head.

A few moments later, Cricketpaw and, following closely behind, Geckoleaf arrived. He was a bit relieved to see the two she-cats, for he at least knew them. The tom was close friends with Geckoleaf; they were both the oldest medicine cats here and had seen much of eachother throughout the moons. "Welcome, welcome," He meowed, dipping his head to both of them in turn. He took a moment to observe her apprentice, having spoken very little to her. "I'm not really that scary," He added with a chuckle, his half smile easily shifting into his easy 1000-watt beaming. After a moment, the tom turned to look at Geckoleaf next, his observant gaze catching her slight limp as she tried not to put weight on one of her paws. "The journey went well, I hope?" His gaze moved back up in an attempt to catch hers.

spade
May 28th, 2017, 09:44 PM
woly Clover Zero to Hero

Cricketpaw smiled as her mentor and Surgestorm greeted each other, she was happy to see her mentor looking at east. She'd noticed the injury to one of her hind legs but hadn't said much about it, knowing that Geckoleaf was much stronger than any strained muscle or bruised bone. The bengal turned to look at the WindClan medicine cat, returning his beaming smile with a dazzling one of her own. "I don't think you're that scary," she teased, flicking her tail behind her as she joked with the medicine cat. She knew that her and Surgestorm would become good friends if he was already close with Geckoleaf; Cricketpaw wanted to get to know all of those cats who were close with her mentor. Thankfully, her new title gave her the ability to do just that.
Sensing that the two older cats wanted time to catch up, Cricketpaw flicked her tail softly against her mentor's shoulder, signaling that she was going to go around to meet the other medicine cats. Her pawsteps soft and light, barely making any noise in the hushed cavern, Cricketpaw let her gaze land on Daypaw. They seemed about her age, and were definitely the newest of the pack. Tasting the ShadowClan scent that hung around the feline, shock initially registered with the bengal; just last Gathering she had met the former medicine cat of ShadowClan, Kestrelberry, but he had no apprentice with him at the time. So this must be the cat of honor, the ceremony they were all gathered here to do today. With a little bit of a hop in her stride, the bengal smiled and dipped her head in the cat's direction, stopping as she neared them.
"Hello!" she purred, waving her tail in greeting, her radiant blue eyes vibrant with warmth and joy. Maybe since Daypaw was around her age, she would connect with them more than the older medicine cats. Aside from Ebonyfrost, she was the youngest here - but now that Daypaw was being inducted into the medicine world, she at least had one age-appropriate companion. "I'm Cricketpaw - RiverClan's medicine cat apprentice. Geckoleaf is my mentor," she added, flicking her tail to where the fiery ginger she-cat stood talking with Surgestorm. Turning her gaze back to Daypaw, she cocked her head to the side, studying him. "You must be Daypaw, ShadowClan's new medicine cat. I'm sorry to hear that Kestrelberry resigned, but I'm sure you'll do great!"

graves
May 29th, 2017, 09:40 AM
woly Clover Zero to Hero

Cricketpaw smiled as her mentor and Surgestorm greeted each other, she was happy to see her mentor looking at east. She'd noticed the injury to one of her hind legs but hadn't said much about it, knowing that Geckoleaf was much stronger than any strained muscle or bruised bone. The bengal turned to look at the WindClan medicine cat, returning his beaming smile with a dazzling one of her own. "I don't think you're that scary," she teased, flicking her tail behind her as she joked with the medicine cat. She knew that her and Surgestorm would become good friends if he was already close with Geckoleaf; Cricketpaw wanted to get to know all of those cats who were close with her mentor. Thankfully, her new title gave her the ability to do just that.
Sensing that the two older cats wanted time to catch up, Cricketpaw flicked her tail softly against her mentor's shoulder, signaling that she was going to go around to meet the other medicine cats. Her pawsteps soft and light, barely making any noise in the hushed cavern, Cricketpaw let her gaze land on Daypaw. They seemed about her age, and were definitely the newest of the pack. Tasting the ShadowClan scent that hung around the feline, shock initially registered with the bengal; just last Gathering she had met the former medicine cat of ShadowClan, Kestrelberry, but he had no apprentice with him at the time. So this must be the cat of honor, the ceremony they were all gathered here to do today. With a little bit of a hop in her stride, the bengal smiled and dipped her head in the cat's direction, stopping as she neared them.
"Hello!" she purred, waving her tail in greeting, her radiant blue eyes vibrant with warmth and joy. Maybe since Daypaw was around her age, she would connect with them more than the older medicine cats. Aside from Ebonyfrost, she was the youngest here - but now that Daypaw was being inducted into the medicine world, she at least had one age-appropriate companion. "I'm Cricketpaw - RiverClan's medicine cat apprentice. Geckoleaf is my mentor," she added, flicking her tail to where the fiery ginger she-cat stood talking with Surgestorm. Turning her gaze back to Daypaw, she cocked her head to the side, studying him. "You must be Daypaw, ShadowClan's new medicine cat. I'm sorry to hear that Kestrelberry resigned, but I'm sure you'll do great!"
Daypaws nose twitched at the immediate strong smell of fish entering the cave. They figured it must have been the riverclan medicine cats of course. Eyeing them as they entered, they figured their must have been a bond between the shecat,Geckoleaf and Surgestorm based on their actions. Daypaw knew nobody here, it was rather intimidating not knowing anyone, and not having a mentor to lean on. They had to mentor, having to look to Starclan of all cats for help in training, facing new challenges alone. That wouldnt stop the stubborn feline though. Noticing a younger cat next to Gecko they figured this must have been Cricketpaw. They havent spoken before now, but they knew their general status from gatherings and all. The apprentice was much bigger then them, Daypaw being smaller in size from genetics despite a similar age. The enbys ears twitched at the bow of the head in greeting. They had never received so much respect before. It was better then what they were facing at home, gender shaming cats who they were required for healing. But Daypaw was generally respectful towards others unless they needed to make a snarky comment of the sort. "Names Daypaw, new medicine cat of Shadowclan," the smaller cat greeted,"hopefully so, some dont think I can be anything back home." their tone was a bit more bitter, thoughts going back to Auttumpaw. "AM I even suppose to be a med cat?"

spade
June 2nd, 2017, 01:29 AM
Daypaws nose twitched at the immediate strong smell of fish entering the cave. They figured it must have been the riverclan medicine cats of course. Eyeing them as they entered, they figured their must have been a bond between the shecat,Geckoleaf and Surgestorm based on their actions. Daypaw knew nobody here, it was rather intimidating not knowing anyone, and not having a mentor to lean on. They had to mentor, having to look to Starclan of all cats for help in training, facing new challenges alone. That wouldnt stop the stubborn feline though. Noticing a younger cat next to Gecko they figured this must have been Cricketpaw. They havent spoken before now, but they knew their general status from gatherings and all. The apprentice was much bigger then them, Daypaw being smaller in size from genetics despite a similar age. The enbys ears twitched at the bow of the head in greeting. They had never received so much respect before. It was better then what they were facing at home, gender shaming cats who they were required for healing. But Daypaw was generally respectful towards others unless they needed to make a snarky comment of the sort. "Names Daypaw, new medicine cat of Shadowclan," the smaller cat greeted,"hopefully so, some dont think I can be anything back home." their tone was a bit more bitter, thoughts going back to Auttumpaw. "AM I even suppose to be a med cat?"

Cricketpaw was taken aback by the disdain that seemed to lace the undertones of her fellow medicine cat apprentice's words. Though she had been doubtful at first as her father had announced her new position in the Clan only just a moon ago, she was in a firm place of belief now that this was her destiny. She couldn't picture going back to the tedious, mundane life of a regular apprentice now. The Bengal had already been exposed to enough to where she couldn't see any other life that was right for her. Blue eyes swimming in concern, she rested her tail-tip softly on Daypaw's shoulder before withdrawing it, not sure how they felt about personal contact. "Of course you are. StarClan called upon you for a reason. Our warrior ancestors are never wrong," she reassured him, not letting her gaze waiver as she spoke. The feline hadn't a clue as to what would cause him to say that, but if no one else was going to believe in the younger apprentice, than she would take the task upon herself to fulfill.
Deciding to change the subject to a more light and airy matter, a smile stretched across her gentle face. "Have you had any rude patient's yet?" she asked, her voice noticeable more quiet as she spoke on this topic. Of course, she loved her position in the Clan, helping others and rehabilitating them physically and mentally. But she was alive and breathing, and had her moments where certain patients got under her skin and rubbed it the wrong way. A flash went through her sapphire eyes and a giggle escaped her. "You'd think by how some of them moan about a thorn in their pad that they had just fended off a whole badgers nest from the Clan!"

graves
June 2nd, 2017, 09:24 AM
Cricketpaw was taken aback by the disdain that seemed to lace the undertones of her fellow medicine cat apprentice's words. Though she had been doubtful at first as her father had announced her new position in the Clan only just a moon ago, she was in a firm place of belief now that this was her destiny. She couldn't picture going back to the tedious, mundane life of a regular apprentice now. The Bengal had already been exposed to enough to where she couldn't see any other life that was right for her. Blue eyes swimming in concern, she rested her tail-tip softly on Daypaw's shoulder before withdrawing it, not sure how they felt about personal contact. "Of course you are. StarClan called upon you for a reason. Our warrior ancestors are never wrong," she reassured him, not letting her gaze waiver as she spoke. The feline hadn't a clue as to what would cause him to say that, but if no one else was going to believe in the younger apprentice, than she would take the task upon herself to fulfill.
Deciding to change the subject to a more light and airy matter, a smile stretched across her gentle face. "Have you had any rude patient's yet?" she asked, her voice noticeable more quiet as she spoke on this topic. Of course, she loved her position in the Clan, helping others and rehabilitating them physically and mentally. But she was alive and breathing, and had her moments where certain patients got under her skin and rubbed it the wrong way. A flash went through her sapphire eyes and a giggle escaped her. "You'd think by how some of them moan about a thorn in their pad that they had just fended off a whole badgers nest from the Clan!"
"Starclan hasnt done anything for me but riddle my sight everytime I close my eyes," the other apprentice mumbled. They didnt have a belief in Starclan. Well, they did, but they didnt exsatly hold them up high above everyone else like the other cats who held their faith close to them. They didnt mind the contact, not commenting on it. They might seem standoffish, but they did like any comfort and affection they could get. Their eyes went into slits at the mention of an annoying patient. The thoughts swelled in them of Auttumpaw, how she spoke to them, how she told Daypaw they were nothing, that their gender was stupid, that they werent fit to be a med cat. "Ive had a few," to the point I had to get Halestar involved... They frowned at the thought. They didnt want to go home, to face Auttumpaw and her harsh words. Though they gave a smal smile at Cricketpaws joke. It was barely noticeable, but it was there. The enby didnt smile often, so this was a rarity.

[So you know Daypaw goes by they/them ! <3]

Clover
June 3rd, 2017, 12:08 AM
The Eye Of The Storm
woly
Lilly
Clover

(We're gonna move on for the moment without Ebonyfrost, but they can join in a bit later if they want to.)

Surgestorm admired the inside of the starcave whilst he was by his lonesome. The glittering of the ceiling reflected in his yellow eyes, giving them an almost eerie supernatural look to them.

He had just began to move past his shallow thoughts about Wheatfur, when behold guess who shows up? The dark golden colored tom himself. He knew who he was looking at even without ever having spoken to the cat, having seen him quite clearly at the last gathering. Instantly, the atmosphere of the suddenly small seeming cave became thicker with tension. He didn't know what to expect from this new ThunderClan medicine cat, so he kept his jaw clamped shut at first, just studying his from afar. At first, he thought maybe his dark pelt made him blend too well into the shadows, so he was a bit surprised with Wheatfur greeted him normally. "Yeah, that's my name," He surprised himself by sounding almost normal, though his words could have been chosen a little better. "You must be this Wheatfur I've been hearing about." His lips curled upwards in a half smile, and he forced himself to relax. He had to put away his pettiness, especially in such a holy place. "WindClan is doing well under my care. Is ThunderClan well?"

The next to arrive was somebody he didn't know very well either, for they were the newest to the medicine cat rank; Daypaw. There was something about the young cat that seemed to draw Surgestorm's gaze, and just a bit of his concern. Maybe it was how tired the cream colored cat seemed, or maybe it was because he could tell how done the cat already looked. He honestly didn't know. However, he was probably just a bit surprised not to see any little bit of excitement in their gaze. He blinked when the small apprentice just sat and added a line to the conversation, so Surgestorm took the initiative. "Welcome," He meowed smoothly, dipping his head.

A few moments later, Cricketpaw and, following closely behind, Geckoleaf arrived. He was a bit relieved to see the two she-cats, for he at least knew them. The tom was close friends with Geckoleaf; they were both the oldest medicine cats here and had seen much of eachother throughout the moons. "Welcome, welcome," He meowed, dipping his head to both of them in turn. He took a moment to observe her apprentice, having spoken very little to her. "I'm not really that scary," He added with a chuckle, his half smile easily shifting into his easy 1000-watt beaming. After a moment, the tom turned to look at Geckoleaf next, his observant gaze catching her slight limp as she tried not to put weight on one of her paws. "The journey went well, I hope?" His gaze moved back up in an attempt to catch hers.

Geckoleaf smiled at Daypaw, dipping her head in a deep manner, respectful yet simultaneously polite. She looked at them warmly, glad to see another friendly face. But her attention drifted away; Daypaw and Cricketpaw seemed to be getting on well, so she would leave them to it.

The molly refocused towards Surgestorm, relieved and happy to see the tom, healthy and vivacious. He seemed comfortable, but a bit worried about Daypaw; she mentally noted to inquire about that later and tucked it into the back of her mind. She took a few steps towards the lean WindClan cat, arriving at a comfortable distance, her gate still a bit odd, as she favored the leg but used it nonetheless. With a sigh, she sunk down to a sit, her limbs weary and aching; the journey had not been kind to her healing body, the scars along her sides being tugged at, her calloused bone tested and pulled.

The fiery tabby looked up at the liquid black tom, his pale yellow eyes glowing eerily in the oddly lit cave. Though he normally appeared as black as pitch, he now looked more like the night sky when clouds drifted through it. Her own deep sapphire orbs were misty with exhaustion, bags underneath her eyes and a watery smile showing her lack of energy. Training Cricketpaw had been stressful, not because the apprentice was tenuous or frustrating herself, but because Geckoleaf never quite felt prepared.

She caught his eyes glancing at her leg, as he had noticed the limp from moons of training, but they quickly shifted to her own. His question was soft and gentle, quiet in the presence of their ancestors. "Dare I say, no? It was fine. Cricketpaw seemed especially excited; she has always loved it here. It wasn't kind on my leg; aging has it's drawbacks,"she mewed in reply, grinning weakly, feeling drained of any efforts to put towards a smile that he would see through anyway. "In reality, being a mentor is exhausting. I just want a night of sleep!"

Brooklyn Trees
June 6th, 2017, 08:14 PM
(Holy cannoli. I saw the mentions for this and the I completely forgot to actually post something. Should I still have Ebony join and be late or have her stay out of it?)

Zero
June 9th, 2017, 04:19 PM
(Holy cannoli. I saw the mentions for this and the I completely forgot to actually post something. Should I still have Ebony join and be late or have her stay out of it?)

(Go ahead and join if you wish XD)

Momotaro
June 13th, 2017, 02:03 AM
{Sorry for the delay, computer kept crashing, but its fixed now, {I think}} Clover Lilly woly Zero to Hero

Wheatfur looked curiously at Surgestorm, "Yes. Yes I am. Thunderclan is doing well. We have a number of new kits, as my sister- Raincloud- has just given birth to five. I have heard that our leader is expecting kits, but that may be a rumour. Ill check with her when I get back." The former warrior was careful not to reveal much. The tensions were running high between her clans, and no matter what Snowstar said he would help lead an attack patrol. His anger at the supposed kidnap and killing of Leafwatcher blinded him- He did not know the warrior well, but Wheatfur liked his calm and peaceful nature- The opposite of him.
He raised his eyebrows at Surgestorm. He had heard of the toms kindness and friendliness, but he was getting the cold shoulder. Its Not my fault your friends a coward. Ignoring him, he turned to Geckoleaf and Cricketpaw. He nodded at the medicine cat, and looked down at Cricketpaw. "Hello young one, how are things in Riverclan?" He expected a friendlier welcome than before, but still kept his tone semi-formal. he Looked a Daypaw as well, curious of the young tom. No matter what herbs he mothered himself in the tom could smell the slight fear-scent, He felt bad for Daypaw. I wonder, whats got him so riled up? The golden tom respectfully nodded again.

graves
June 13th, 2017, 02:43 AM
[Since Cricketpaw is being killed off, i guess ill pretend Daypaw was talking to another med cat or something. Clover Zero to Hero The Eye Of The Storm Brooklyn Trees ]

Daypaw felt out of place. Possibly because they were the newest member of the bunch, young and fresh and didnt have a mentor to lean on for advice. Already having a few troubles at home with cats, they were cautious. They tried to not let it show, keeping an expressionless face as their ear twitched at the small talk the others were making. They stepped forward and walked passed them a bit, and over to water settled in the cave, shifting to sit alone at the edge. They didnt really know anyone here, didnt know any of the other med cats. They just wanted their apprentice ceremony to start and to get it over with. The fact that they had to confront Starclan tonight left the enbys tail lashing slightly against the cave floor, staying silent as they let their amber gaze settling on their reflection of the water, waiting.

Brooklyn Trees
June 13th, 2017, 01:36 PM
The cold earth and stone pressed its edges lightly into the worn pads of a black and white feline as she made her way towards the Starcave. She knew that she would be late in arrival, having become sidetracked in her departure from the Skyclan camp, but she hoped not to have missed anything particularly important.
The light trot that Ebonyfrost had assumed on her way to the Starcave slowed to a brisk walk as the cave became visible to her, and eventually neared a stop as she reached the entrance, bowing her head to clear the ledge as she padded into the cave.
Everyone else appeared to have already arrived, which Ebonyfrost noted as she dipped her head in wordless greeting, hoping not to disturb anything that had already begun.

Zero
June 14th, 2017, 10:35 AM
woly Brooklyn Trees The Eye Of The Storm Clover Lilly

Surgestorm smiled at Geckoleaf, his yellow orbs brightening. "That's to be expected. I guess it's kind of like you've have a kit once you get an apprentice." The tom chuckled at the thought. "I'll be in your paws next, I assume. However, I have no idea how you managed to pick just one cat. There seems to be so many qualified kits and apprentices nowadays." He turned his gaze to Cricketpaw. "I get why you chose her though." She will certainly turn out to be a really good medicine cat.The tom smiled again, turning to look at the other medicine cats around him going about their own conversations.

He was glad when Wheatfur turned to talk to Daypaw, but a bit conflicted at the other medicine cat's obviously nice gesure to do so. He probably should be trying to include Daypaw a bit more as well, knowing it was a good thing. Surge was doing his best to cloud the ThunderClan medicine cat with as much bad as he could in order to dislike him, but there really wasn't much to go on with what he was seeing at the moment. I really need to grow up... He groaned to himself in his head, sighing for a moment before forcing himself to perk up. The tom could hear Turtleback in his mind, scolding him for being so petty. He turned to look back at Geckoleaf, nodding. "I wonder where-" He cut himself off after he drew a breath in.

The tom turned as SkyClan scent arrived along with the presence of Ebonyfrost. He greeted the she-cat with a respectful nod, returning her gesture. "Welcome." After a brief moment, the tom turned and stood up a bit straighter, raising his voice so that all of the others would hear him. Considering he was the oldest, he felt obligated to get things rolling. "We've all arrived," He started. "Shall we proceed?" His yellow orbs swept across the cavern, pausing at each cat in turn before coming to a stop on Daypaw.

graves
June 17th, 2017, 02:25 PM
Clover Zero to Hero The Eye Of The Storm Brooklyn Trees
"Please?" the cat was impatient to get started. Even being in a holy place like this dedicated to the stars gave them a bit of chills down their spin. An ache to leave. But they couldnt, it was their duty to be a true med cat according to the fancy ways of the warrior code. Daypaw wasnt one to disobey the warrior code though, so they came only to the Starcave. They werent looking forward to having a Starclan mentor. It was the one thing that Daypaw despised. But, they arent an evil cat by any means. They werent planning to go to the darkforest or anything, they just had some beef with Starclan. They body was tired, eyes sagging a bit as they kept them open,refusing to let them fall closed. They wanted to get this over with. They had cats the heal.

Clover
August 24th, 2017, 11:06 PM
AbsurdJinx
The smell of the musty air, the shadows flitting through oddly lit corners, and the strange whispers of their ancestors sent Geckoleaf whirling through a terrible storm of memories past. Her, her first time with Marshsnow; then to receive her full name. Arcticpaw; he had been beyond excited to come here. She remembered the bounce in his step, and how she herself thought that he'd be her first and last apprentice. Cricketpaw; she'd been a bit more tempered, but still glowed with a strange bit of pride and understanding, beyond her years. Now, Geckoleaf guided her final apprentice through the entrance; she had had a strange feeling, ever since meeting this little kit, that she'd be her successor, would gain the knowledge of Geckoleaf's years, and would go on to become far better than she ever could. But she wouldn't leave Juniperkit like Marshsnow had left her, or like she'd left Cricketpaw. Every time Juniper left camp, Geckoleaf would be there, along with two guards at least. But that was the future; for now, they remained encased in the safety of their ancestors. With quiet footsteps, they approached the sacred, glowing stone.

AbsurdJinx
August 27th, 2017, 07:29 PM
@AbsurdJinx (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=192)
The smell of the musty air, the shadows flitting through oddly lit corners, and the strange whispers of their ancestors sent Geckoleaf whirling through a terrible storm of memories past. Her, her first time with Marshsnow; then to receive her full name. Arcticpaw; he had been beyond excited to come here. She remembered the bounce in his step, and how she herself thought that he'd be her first and last apprentice. Cricketpaw; she'd been a bit more tempered, but still glowed with a strange bit of pride and understanding, beyond her years. Now, Geckoleaf guided her final apprentice through the entrance; she had had a strange feeling, ever since meeting this little kit, that she'd be her successor, would gain the knowledge of Geckoleaf's years, and would go on to become far better than she ever could. But she wouldn't leave Juniperkit like Marshsnow had left her, or like she'd left Cricketpaw. Every time Juniper left camp, Geckoleaf would be there, along with two guards at least. But that was the future; for now, they remained encased in the safety of their ancestors. With quiet footsteps, they approached the sacred, glowing stone.

Juniper trailed after Geckoleaf, her eyes wide with awe as she studied the cave. She had slowed slightly as she entered, her excited bounce fading away as wonder began to fill her. She came to a complete, sudden halt the moment their gaze fell on a brightly-glowing stone. She was rather eager to touch the stone, but she forced herself to remain at Geckoleaf's side. She wasn't bouncing with excitement, nor radiating understanding, but rather taking in everything around her. Disbelief clouded her as she struggled to believe that this path - the path of a medicine cat - was the one laid out for her. She'd never expected Geckoleaf to look at her as more than a young kit; she never expected to be walking beside Geckoleaf in the Starcave.

Geckoleaf had lost a lot in her lifetime, and Juniper was determined not to be added to the older feline's list of losses. No way would she be the cause of someone's grief - especially not for the admirable she-cat beside her. Juniper certainly knew how to take care of herself. She wasn't afraid to use her tongue, and if she had to, as a last resort, she'd even use her teeth and claws. The young feline was headstrong, and refused to let anyone walk all over her or her loved ones - and that involved Geckoleaf. Already, Juniper found herself to be very protective of Geckoleaf.

She felt her fur brush against the ginger she-cat's flank as they approach the bright stone. Geckoleaf's touch offered Juniper comfort, easing her racing heart and allowing the apprentice to stride casually alongside her. In all honesty, Juniper was more awestruck than anything, as displayed through her admiring eyes, but she didn't want to come off as a fanciful apprentice in which she was not. But everything seemed to be going by so fast, and Juniper was still struggling to come to terms with everything.

Clover
August 30th, 2017, 04:15 PM
Juniper trailed after Geckoleaf, her eyes wide with awe as she studied the cave. She had slowed slightly as she entered, her excited bounce fading away as wonder began to fill her. She came to a complete, sudden halt the moment their gaze fell on a brightly-glowing stone. She was rather eager to touch the stone, but she forced herself to remain at Geckoleaf's side. She wasn't bouncing with excitement, nor radiating understanding, but rather taking in everything around her. Disbelief clouded her as she struggled to believe that this path - the path of a medicine cat - was the one laid out for her. She'd never expected Geckoleaf to look at her as more than a young kit; she never expected to be walking beside Geckoleaf in the Starcave.

Geckoleaf had lost a lot in her lifetime, and Juniper was determined not to be added to the older feline's list of losses. No way would she be the cause of someone's grief - especially not for the admirable she-cat beside her. Juniper certainly knew how to take care of herself. She wasn't afraid to use her tongue, and if she had to, as a last resort, she'd even use her teeth and claws. The young feline was headstrong, and refused to let anyone walk all over her or her loved ones - and that involved Geckoleaf. Already, Juniper found herself to be very protective of Geckoleaf.

She felt her fur brush against the ginger she-cat's flank as they approach the bright stone. Geckoleaf's touch offered Juniper comfort, easing her racing heart and allowing the apprentice to stride casually alongside her. In all honesty, Juniper was more awestruck than anything, as displayed through her admiring eyes, but she didn't want to come off as a fanciful apprentice in which she was not. But everything seemed to be going by so fast, and Juniper was still struggling to come to terms with everything.


The moonstone glowed brilliantly before them, casting their fur in an eery; she'd seen it all before. The washed out fur, though their eyes glittered like gems. Standing before it, she waited for Juniper to catch up, her legs solidly staked to the ground. A slight smile, though melancholy, graced her elegant features; though she felt hints of sadness everywhere she looked, she knew that this was a happy day, and tried to feel that same way, but she couldn't. There was too much riding on this; Juniper was going to be her last apprentice, one way or another. Unless, of course, her time was cut too short; if she was killed, or mysteriously disappeared, like Arcticpaw and Cricketpaw. Her thoughts flickered to Daypaw, and how their career had been horribly mishappened; without a true mentor, they'd never properly learned the art of healing. And she couldn't leave RiverClan like that, floundering; so, she'd just have to train a new apprentice. Looking at Juniper, she murmured, quietly; "Are you ready, love?"

AbsurdJinx
August 30th, 2017, 04:47 PM
The moonstone glowed brilliantly before them, casting their fur in an eery; she'd seen it all before. The washed out fur, though their eyes glittered like gems. Standing before it, she waited for Juniper to catch up, her legs solidly staked to the ground. A slight smile, though melancholy, graced her elegant features; though she felt hints of sadness everywhere she looked, she knew that this was a happy day, and tried to feel that same way, but she couldn't. There was too much riding on this; Juniper was going to be her last apprentice, one way or another. Unless, of course, her time was cut too short; if she was killed, or mysteriously disappeared, like Arcticpaw and Cricketpaw. Her thoughts flickered to Daypaw, and how their career had been horribly mishappened; without a true mentor, they'd never properly learned the art of healing. And she couldn't leave RiverClan like that, floundering; so, she'd just have to train a new apprentice. Looking at Juniper, she murmured, quietly; "Are you ready, love?"

The mottled feline looked up at Geckoleaf when she finally caught up to her, a bright grin stretched across her face. Unfortunately, Juniper was met with the saddest smile she's ever seen, resulting in Juniper's grin fading into a neutral line. She was very disappointed that her own mentor wasn't excited about her ceremony, but she refused to let despair swallow her. Juniperpaw straightened her posture, narrowing her eyes in determination. Now that her excitement had calmed down, she realized that Geckoleaf would not be overexcited about having a third apprentice - especially when she'd bonded so closely with her former one. Of course Geckoleaf was grieving! And it was still so soon since Cricketpaw's death, but Geckoleaf had still chosen her as her apprentice. Much to Juniper's disappointment, she'd have to be patient with her mentor. She couldn't expect instant joy.

Juniperpaw smiled softly, somewhat nervously, when Geckoleaf asked if she were ready. No, I'm not ready, but I don't think I ever will be. The role she was signing up for was a lot of responsibility. Many of her clanmates - and even cats from other clans - will rely on her. Of course I'm ready! Just stop making myself nervous. I'm readier than ready. I was born ready. I've got this. Gazing up at Geckoleaf, green eyes gleaming with excitement, Juniper knew she was prepared for the challenge ahead of her. ``Yes.``

Clover
September 2nd, 2017, 10:57 PM
The mottled feline looked up at Geckoleaf when she finally caught up to her, a bright grin stretched across her face. Unfortunately, Juniper was met with the saddest smile she's ever seen, resulting in Juniper's grin fading into a neutral line. She was very disappointed that her own mentor wasn't excited about her ceremony, but she refused to let despair swallow her. Juniperpaw straightened her posture, narrowing her eyes in determination. Now that her excitement had calmed down, she realized that Geckoleaf would not be overexcited about having a third apprentice - especially when she'd bonded so closely with her former one. Of course Geckoleaf was grieving! And it was still so soon since Cricketpaw's death, but Geckoleaf had still chosen her as her apprentice. Much to Juniper's disappointment, she'd have to be patient with her mentor. She couldn't expect instant joy.

Juniperpaw smiled softly, somewhat nervously, when Geckoleaf asked if she were ready. No, I'm not ready, but I don't think I ever will be. The role she was signing up for was a lot of responsibility. Many of her clanmates - and even cats from other clans - will rely on her. Of course I'm ready! Just stop making myself nervous. I'm readier than ready. I was born ready. I've got this. Gazing up at Geckoleaf, green eyes gleaming with excitement, Juniper knew she was prepared for the challenge ahead of her. ``Yes.``


Geckoleaf saw the change in her apprentice's face; the darkening of eyes, slight despair, and sadness. And the medicine cat could guess why; she wanted her mentor to be as excited and happy as she was, as ready for the future and brave, too. But, of course, Geckoleaf wasn't living up to that expectation. She swallowed down a lump of guilt, and looking at Juniperpaw with soft blue eyes, began to speak. "Juni, my dear, I apologize for being so... withdrawn." At this she shuffled her paws slightly, feeling awkward and miserable. Her ears flattened, and a quiet huff escaped her lips. "I'm assuming that you have heard of what happened to both Arcticpaw and Cricketpaw. The thing is, you never met either of them, and wouldn't understand how dear they were to me, and I simply lost both of them. One day, Arcticpaw vanished; disappeared like a wisp of cloud. Cricketpaw... well, Cricketpaw..." Geckoleaf paused, stiffened, back straightening, a somber emotion clouding her whole figure. "She was murdered, and I saw her day. She died while I was with her... and I don't want anything to happen to you. So I do apologize for lacking a certain quality of effervescence at the moment, but I do assure you, Juniperpaw, that you will come to a point where I am possibly your closest companion. I chose you on purpose, of course."

The fiery tabby paused for a breath, and to let the full weight of her words settle into Juniperpaw. After a few moments of silence had passed, she continued on. "And so, I ask you again; this is your last chance to abort being a medicine cat before your training begins. Are you ready to take on the responsibilities this entails?"

AbsurdJinx
September 3rd, 2017, 03:46 PM
Geckoleaf saw the change in her apprentice's face; the darkening of eyes, slight despair, and sadness. And the medicine cat could guess why; she wanted her mentor to be as excited and happy as she was, as ready for the future and brave, too. But, of course, Geckoleaf wasn't living up to that expectation. She swallowed down a lump of guilt, and looking at Juniperpaw with soft blue eyes, began to speak. "Juni, my dear, I apologize for being so... withdrawn." At this she shuffled her paws slightly, feeling awkward and miserable. Her ears flattened, and a quiet huff escaped her lips. "I'm assuming that you have heard of what happened to both Arcticpaw and Cricketpaw. The thing is, you never met either of them, and wouldn't understand how dear they were to me, and I simply lost both of them. One day, Arcticpaw vanished; disappeared like a wisp of cloud. Cricketpaw... well, Cricketpaw..." Geckoleaf paused, stiffened, back straightening, a somber emotion clouding her whole figure. "She was murdered, and I saw her day. She died while I was with her... and I don't want anything to happen to you. So I do apologize for lacking a certain quality of effervescence at the moment, but I do assure you, Juniperpaw, that you will come to a point where I am possibly your closest companion. I chose you on purpose, of course."

The fiery tabby paused for a breath, and to let the full weight of her words settle into Juniperpaw. After a few moments of silence had passed, she continued on. "And so, I ask you again; this is your last chance to abort being a medicine cat before your training begins. Are you ready to take on the responsibilities this entails?"

Juniperpaw realized that Geckoleaf had noticed her moment of disappointment, and she found herself wishing her mentor had not taken note. Guilt flooded her for feeling the way she had been feeling when Geckoleaf was suffering from something much worse - grief. Juniperpaw listened to the older feline carefully, ears erect and gazing into her mentor's gentle blue eyes. She was aware of what happened to both of the former medicine cat apprentices; most would say the RiverClan medicine cat apprentices just had very bad luck. But Juniperpaw didn't believe in luck or fate, as she believed everybody created their own luck and everyone was in control of their own lives. This is why she was going to prove everyone wrong - Juniperpaw would succeed Geckoleaf, and it would be because she worked for it, and not because luck was on her side.


She adjusted her posture confidently, straightening her spine and raising her head. Juniperpaw's eyes were narrowed with determination, and she also displayed Geckoleaf an equally-determined curl of the lips. ``Of course I am! I wouldn't be here if I weren't. And I just wanted to say that I'll always be here. You won't lose me, Geckoleaf. Now, let's do this.`` She playfully nudged her mentor's shoulder before looking to the stone in front of them through excitement-lit eyes.

Clover
September 3rd, 2017, 11:03 PM
Juniperpaw realized that Geckoleaf had noticed her moment of disappointment, and she found herself wishing her mentor had not taken note. Guilt flooded her for feeling the way she had been feeling when Geckoleaf was suffering from something much worse - grief. Juniperpaw listened to the older feline carefully, ears erect and gazing into her mentor's gentle blue eyes. She was aware of what happened to both of the former medicine cat apprentices; most would say the RiverClan medicine cat apprentices just had very bad luck. But Juniperpaw didn't believe in luck or fate, as she believed everybody created their own luck and everyone was in control of their own lives. This is why she was going to prove everyone wrong - Juniperpaw would succeed Geckoleaf, and it would be because she worked for it, and not because luck was on her side.


She adjusted her posture confidently, straightening her spine and raising her head. Juniperpaw's eyes were narrowed with determination, and she also displayed Geckoleaf an equally-determined curl of the lips. ``Of course I am! I wouldn't be here if I weren't. And I just wanted to say that I'll always be here. You won't lose me, Geckoleaf. Now, let's do this.`` She playfully nudged her mentor's shoulder before looking to the stone in front of them through excitement-lit eyes.


No matter how much Juniperpaw tried to hide it, Geckoleaf could see the carefully concealed waves of guilt and determination rushing through her. Lips pressing into a thin line, the fiery tabby forced herself to abstain from crying; she felt intensely sad that her apprentice's first steps into the world of medicine would not be as magical and exciting as Geckoleaf's were. Even the gentle shoulder-bump felt fake, forced; whether or not it actually was, it felt sad and remorse. She swallowed slightly and turned back towards the crystal. It was shining and beautiful; she was always shocked by the purity of it. The gentle glow had turned both of them a faded color, even looking ethereal.

Geckoleaf cleared her throat, and began speaking; "Juniperpaw, is it your wish to enter the mysteries of StarClan as a medicine cat? (It is.) Then come forward. Warriors of StarClan, I present you with this apprentice. She has come to chose the path of a medicine cat, and all that that entails. Juniperpaw wishes to understand the art of healing and medicine. Please, grant her your wisdom and insight so that she may understand your ways and heal her Clan in accordance with your will. Allow her the foresight to discern how to best treat the patients she encounters. And mostly... allow her safety in all things." The last sentence was uttered very softly; it was the one thing she most desired for.

AbsurdJinx
September 4th, 2017, 05:12 PM
No matter how much Juniperpaw tried to hide it, Geckoleaf could see the carefully concealed waves of guilt and determination rushing through her. Lips pressing into a thin line, the fiery tabby forced herself to abstain from crying; she felt intensely sad that her apprentice's first steps into the world of medicine would not be as magical and exciting as Geckoleaf's were. Even the gentle shoulder-bump felt fake, forced; whether or not it actually was, it felt sad and remorse. She swallowed slightly and turned back towards the crystal. It was shining and beautiful; she was always shocked by the purity of it. The gentle glow had turned both of them a faded color, even looking ethereal.

Geckoleaf cleared her throat, and began speaking; "Juniperpaw, is it your wish to enter the mysteries of StarClan as a medicine cat? (It is.) Then come forward. Warriors of StarClan, I present you with this apprentice. She has come to chose the path of a medicine cat, and all that that entails. Juniperpaw wishes to understand the art of healing and medicine. Please, grant her your wisdom and insight so that she may understand your ways and heal her Clan in accordance with your will. Allow her the foresight to discern how to best treat the patients she encounters. And mostly... allow her safety in all things." The last sentence was uttered very softly; it was the one thing she most desired for.

A lot of Juniperpaw's joy was forced, her attempt at keeping herself from breaking down right then and there. It seemed the entire clan was against her, and she was helpless to do anything about it. She could've denied Geckoleaf's offer to be apprenticed by her, and maybe gain her clanmates' approval as a warrior apprentice, but her pride and determination convinced her to take the harder path, just to prove herself to everyone who said she couldn't... including Geckoleaf, and Russetstar, and probably every other cat in all the clans who knew Cricketpaw.

Juniperpaw stood tall as Geckoleaf spoke, staring at her mentor, searching for even the smallest amount of regret, for some sort of sign that she didn't exactly want Juniperpaw as her apprentice. And then she reminded herself that ignorance is bliss, and she quickly put an end to her search, instead focusing on the fact that she was receiving StarClan's approval - or disapproval, based on how things were going. Juniperpaw's gaze softened when Geckoleaf wished for her safety, taking the ginger she-cat's words as a sign that she wanted her as her apprentice. Purring, Juniperpaw found herself gently whispering, ``I'll fight with all I've got to remain at your side. Just - don't give up on me.``

Clover
September 4th, 2017, 05:34 PM
A lot of Juniperpaw's joy was forced, her attempt at keeping herself from breaking down right then and there. It seemed the entire clan was against her, and she was helpless to do anything about it. She could've denied Geckoleaf's offer to be apprenticed by her, and maybe gain her clanmates' approval as a warrior apprentice, but her pride and determination convinced her to take the harder path, just to prove herself to everyone who said she couldn't... including Geckoleaf, and Russetstar, and probably every other cat in all the clans who knew Cricketpaw.

Juniperpaw stood tall as Geckoleaf spoke, staring at her mentor, searching for even the smallest amount of regret, for some sort of sign that she didn't exactly want Juniperpaw as her apprentice. And then she reminded herself that ignorance is bliss, and she quickly put an end to her search, instead focusing on the fact that she was receiving StarClan's approval - or disapproval, based on how things were going. Juniperpaw's gaze softened when Geckoleaf wished for her safety, taking the ginger she-cat's words as a sign that she wanted her as her apprentice. Purring, Juniperpaw found herself gently whispering, ``I'll fight with all I've got to remain at your side. Just - don't give up on me.``


Another smile crossed her maw; this one was easy and gentle; there was no hint of melancholy or sadness. Just the vaguest feeling that this would work, and that Juniperpaw would be alright. "I have one word of advice to say before we embark; don't fight, Juniperpaw. I've learned that fighting, in life, only makes your existence harder. Instead, be like a sapling near the river's edge; root yourself strongly, and the fiercest flood won't be able to knock you over, alright? And I swear, I won't give up on you; I will try, with every fiber of my being, to keep you planted securely next to me."

Geckoleaf leaned forward, and gently licked her apprentice's shoulder; a sign of respect and something almost like gratitude. Straightening up, she offered another smile to her apprentice, then turned tail and slowly began padding out; she still walked with the tiniest of limps, after one of her legs had been badly fractured. But it was barely noticeable now and with her confident, lengthy stride, it seemed nothing had ever happened at all. The dirt underneath her, a strange crushed gray powder, was imprinted with what must have been thousands of paw prints; glancing down, she spotted some of Juniperpaw's, and her own. But, eventually, she excited the cave, blinking in the sunlight. She waited just a moment for her new apprentice, and they were off.

AbsurdJinx
September 8th, 2017, 07:04 PM
Another smile crossed her maw; this one was easy and gentle; there was no hint of melancholy or sadness. Just the vaguest feeling that this would work, and that Juniperpaw would be alright. "I have one word of advice to say before we embark; don't fight, Juniperpaw. I've learned that fighting, in life, only makes your existence harder. Instead, be like a sapling near the river's edge; root yourself strongly, and the fiercest flood won't be able to knock you over, alright? And I swear, I won't give up on you; I will try, with every fiber of my being, to keep you planted securely next to me."

Geckoleaf leaned forward, and gently licked her apprentice's shoulder; a sign of respect and something almost like gratitude. Straightening up, she offered another smile to her apprentice, then turned tail and slowly began padding out; she still walked with the tiniest of limps, after one of her legs had been badly fractured. But it was barely noticeable now and with her confident, lengthy stride, it seemed nothing had ever happened at all. The dirt underneath her, a strange crushed gray powder, was imprinted with what must have been thousands of paw prints; glancing down, she spotted some of Juniperpaw's, and her own. But, eventually, she excited the cave, blinking in the sunlight. She waited just a moment for her new apprentice, and they were off.

Juniperpaw was shocked when even the smallest hint of sadness vanished, replaced with a certain softness, a genuine smile. And like Geckoleaf, Juniperpaw felt that things would work out. Mouth stretched wide in a bright grin, she found herself almost stuck, unable to move or speak as she made sense of her mentor's words. And finally, when the older feline offered her shoulder a lick, Juniperpaw came out of it. She was unable to name the emotions in her mentor's touch, still struggling to realize that Geckoleaf did appreciate her, and was looking forward to their future.


And then she saw Geckoleaf flash her another smile before walking away from the glowing stone. Juniperpaw didn't want to leave yet. She cast a longing glance over her shoulder at the bright stone, green eyes sparkling in awe. After a few moments, she reminded herself that Geckoleaf was waiting. Wearing the happiest smile ever, Juniperpaw rushed to join her mentor's side. She barely noticed the vibrant gleam of the sun, joy overpowering all her senses. She could only walk beside Geckoleaf, every now and then glancing up at the older medicine cat, smiling softly.

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September 20th, 2017, 04:24 PM
Goldeneye couldn't help but be nervous, he had suddenly been appointed leader after all! Halestar had just sort of...left, almost vanished, and he wished that the old leader could have been there to help him for longer. He didn't even have the hope of seeing her in Starclan, considering she hadn't died, at least, not that he had known. Stress had made Halestar leave, and Goldeneye wasn't sure whether he would be the same. He found himself stopping once, hyperventilating, before he took a shaky breath and calmed himself once again.

After a few more heartbeats, he saw a bright glow in the darkness. The Tom almost wanted to flinch away, but forced himself forward. As much as he wanted to turn back, he couldn't. Shadowclan needed a leader, and if he didn't step up now, worse things might happen. Nice act, trying to be brave the voice cut through his mind. It was a voice that was always bringing him down, taunting him, and he didn't know what had brought it there. He had been able to push it away for awhile, but here it was, back again. Bad timing. Horrible timing actually.

That didn't matter now. He had more important things to focus on, such as the fact that he was standing right in front of the crystal. Would Starclan approve of this? He had no idea. Maybe Halestar would come back! But maybe she wouldn't. She had pretty much resigned after all. Maybe he would be around longer than her. Sure, it was a weird thought, but he liked being deputy, he had been able to make so many new relationships, ones that probably would never even happened if this hadn't happened. The small tom had been happy for that.

As he pressed his nose against the stone, he panicked for a moment. Halestar. That was what his thoughts always came back to, and it probably shouldn't have happened. Well, he was finally able to quiet the voices in his head, and close his eyes. He felt calm, something he hadn't felt in forever, as he went unconscious.

When he opened his eyes, he could tell he wasn't in the Starcave anymore. He had no idea where he was. It couldn't be the dark forest, or he probably would have already been attacked. Well, then again, he didn't know anything about the dark forest really. That didn't matter. He was in Starclan. He really needed to stop doubting himself, even if it helped sometimes. The Tom padded forward slightly, taking everything in, his golden and green eyes widened slightly as he tried to take everything in, watching in awe.

He was here now, and there wasn't any going back.

(( Random Melody; Empress Of Evil The Eye Of The Storm Socks starfall Celestial Chameleon Charmer Lily ))
(( starfall you're up c: ))

Starfall
September 20th, 2017, 08:43 PM
Goldeneye couldn't help but be nervous, he had suddenly been appointed leader after all! Halestar had just sort of...left, almost vanished, and he wished that the old leader could have been there to help him for longer. He didn't even have the hope of seeing her in Starclan, considering she hadn't died, at least, not that he had known. Stress had made Halestar leave, and Goldeneye wasn't sure whether he would be the same. He found himself stopping once, hyperventilating, before he took a shaky breath and calmed himself once again.

After a few more heartbeats, he saw a bright glow in the darkness. The Tom almost wanted to flinch away, but forced himself forward. As much as he wanted to turn back, he couldn't. Shadowclan needed a leader, and if he didn't step up now, worse things might happen. Nice act, trying to be brave the voice cut through his mind. It was a voice that was always bringing him down, taunting him, and he didn't know what had brought it there. He had been able to push it away for awhile, but here it was, back again. Bad timing. Horrible timing actually.

That didn't matter now. He had more important things to focus on, such as the fact that he was standing right in front of the crystal. Would Starclan approve of this? He had no idea. Maybe Halestar would come back! But maybe she wouldn't. She had pretty much resigned after all. Maybe he would be around longer than her. Sure, it was a weird thought, but he liked being deputy, he had been able to make so many new relationships, ones that probably would never even happened if this hadn't happened. The small tom had been happy for that.

As he pressed his nose against the stone, he panicked for a moment. Halestar. That was what his thoughts always came back to, and it probably shouldn't have happened. Well, he was finally able to quiet the voices in his head, and close his eyes. He felt calm, something he hadn't felt in forever, as he went unconscious.

When he opened his eyes, he could tell he wasn't in the Starcave anymore. He had no idea where he was. It couldn't be the dark forest, or he probably would have already been attacked. Well, then again, he didn't know anything about the dark forest really. That didn't matter. He was in Starclan. He really needed to stop doubting himself, even if it helped sometimes. The Tom padded forward slightly, taking everything in, his golden and green eyes widened slightly as he tried to take everything in, watching in awe.

He was here now, and there wasn't any going back.

(( Random Melody; Empress Of Evil The Eye Of The Storm Socks starfall Celestial Chameleon Charmer Lily ))
(( starfall you're up c: ))

The old feline stepped out into the shadows, his green hues flickered with pride and joy. He knew that he wasn't formerly a Shadowclan member, but he was now a Starclan member, where no matter the background all cats were clanmates, all felines were family, he held this close to his heart. He knew that most leaders would be intimidated, no matter who they were viewed as, strong, serious, brave, all quiver slightly when one is told to hold such power in their paws with grace. So he decided, slightly before the ceremony, that the first thing Goldeneye would see was a smile, after all that's what he was remembered for, and he didn't want to be remembered as the rude serious one, no that was too boring. The grey Maine coon didn't die with tears in his eyes or with anger plastered on his face, no, he died smiling, not that the Shadowclan tom would know, but that didn't annoy the Wineclan warrior a bit.

Cypressmoon dipped his head in greeting to the new leader, his paws slightly gripping the ground before raised his head. He had seen the you ger feline every once in a while at gatherings, though he himself never went to speak with the tabby. The grey tom stepped closer to the other and grinned widely at the Shadowclaner, even the stars in his pelt seemed to glisten brighter as he smiled. "Hello Goldeneye, I'm delighted to officially meet you." the tom purred, his eyes shone with pure bliss and his tail flicked behind him. He was delighted that he hadn't been meeting the tom under another circumstance, it would have made it harder to cheer the other up.

The buff feline straightened his posture and looked down at Goldeneye, a smirk still evident in his face, trying to let the other know that he was a companion though they just met. Cypressmoon gently pressed his nose against the tabby's head and cleared his throats before he began. " Goldeneye, with this life I give you love. Use it well in showing your clan, as well as others, the warmth that can come from ones heart." he hummed, his voice low, sweet, accepting as he felt his life spill into the very core of the tabby tom, hoping that the new leader would feel the warmth and pure love that he himself felt in each passing second of his life, and even after his death.

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September 21st, 2017, 05:20 AM
The old feline stepped out into the shadows, his green hues flickered with pride and joy. He knew that he wasn't formerly a Shadowclan member, but he was now a Starclan member, where no matter the background all cats were clanmates, all felines were family, he held this close to his heart. He knew that most leaders would be intimidated, no matter who they were viewed as, strong, serious, brave, all quiver slightly when one is told to hold such power in their paws with grace. So he decided, slightly before the ceremony, that the first thing Goldeneye would see was a smile, after all that's what he was remembered for, and he didn't want to be remembered as the rude serious one, no that was too boring. The grey Maine coon didn't die with tears in his eyes or with anger plastered on his face, no, he died smiling, not that the Shadowclan tom would know, but that didn't annoy the Wineclan warrior a bit.

Cypressmoon dipped his head in greeting to the new leader, his paws slightly gripping the ground before raised his head. He had seen the you ger feline every once in a while at gatherings, though he himself never went to speak with the tabby. The grey tom stepped closer to the other and grinned widely at the Shadowclaner, even the stars in his pelt seemed to glisten brighter as he smiled. "Hello Goldeneye, I'm delighted to officially meet you." the tom purred, his eyes shone with pure bliss and his tail flicked behind him. He was delighted that he hadn't been meeting the tom under another circumstance, it would have made it harder to cheer the other up.

The buff feline straightened his posture and looked down at Goldeneye, a smirk still evident in his face, trying to let the other know that he was a companion though they just met. Cypressmoon gently pressed his nose against the tabby's head and cleared his throats before he began. " Goldeneye, with this life I give you love. Use it well in showing your clan, as well as others, the warmth that can come from ones heart." he hummed, his voice low, sweet, accepting as he felt his life spill into the very core of the tabby tom, hoping that the new leader would feel the warmth and pure love that he himself felt in each passing second of his life, and even after his death.


Goldeneye had been silent the whole time, unsure what to say or do. If he had seen another ceremony, he would have probably done it that way, even if it wasn't original, at least he knew what he should do. Following someone else, that was how he did things. He hadn't gotten the time to study how Halestar did things, so he was probably basically screwed. However, instead of the entire space seeming to close around him, like it usally did when he got this way, he found himself calm. That was a wonderful feeling. Warmth filled him, and that only added to his calmness. This was...well...he couldn't describe how he was feeling right now. It was a jumble of emotions that he couldn't single out. They came out of nowhere, replacing each other.

He had heard stories that some lives were more painful than others, and that remained a small sliver of fear in the back of his mind. After all, Starclan wouldn't save the worst live for last, right? Well, he didn't understand Starclan, maybe someday he would, but until then, he was stuck right where he was. Or, at least, until he had gotten eight more lives, then he would go back to Shadowclan, and do whatever. What did leaders do anyways? Maybe he shouldn't linger on that right now, he could ask Russetstar later, once their ceremony was over. He really shouldn't be thinking about other things, he knew, but this was how his mind always was-somewhere else. It was rare for all his thoughts to be in order. "T-Thank you," the tom stammered quietly, unsure what else to do or say, a smile on his face now, since he was calm for the first time in awhile.

(( Celestial c: ))

wren
September 21st, 2017, 05:20 PM
Goldeneye had been silent the whole time, unsure what to say or do. If he had seen another ceremony, he would have probably done it that way, even if it wasn't original, at least he knew what he should do. Following someone else, that was how he did things. He hadn't gotten the time to study how Halestar did things, so he was probably basically screwed. However, instead of the entire space seeming to close around him, like it usally did when he got this way, he found himself calm. That was a wonderful feeling. Warmth filled him, and that only added to his calmness. This was...well...he couldn't describe how he was feeling right now. It was a jumble of emotions that he couldn't single out. They came out of nowhere, replacing each other.

He had heard stories that some lives were more painful than others, and that remained a small sliver of fear in the back of his mind. After all, Starclan wouldn't save the worst live for last, right? Well, he didn't understand Starclan, maybe someday he would, but until then, he was stuck right where he was. Or, at least, until he had gotten eight more lives, then he would go back to Shadowclan, and do whatever. What did leaders do anyways? Maybe he shouldn't linger on that right now, he could ask Russetstar later, once their ceremony was over. He really shouldn't be thinking about other things, he knew, but this was how his mind always was-somewhere else. It was rare for all his thoughts to be in order. "T-Thank you," the tom stammered quietly, unsure what else to do or say, a smile on his face now, since he was calm for the first time in awhile.

(( Celestial c: ))


Sitting Amoung the starry ranks she examined the young warrior below her. He was eager and quite prepared for it, somewhat but this life she would give would suite his life quite well. Very well actually. Not only this but she had given thought to it as well. It had applied to her life and even though she was from another clan she understood it better than any clan cat would. When the last warrior moved away for her the sucked in a breath. One day her son would be in his position, her eyes sparkled with GE ought of it. If she was lucky she would stand before her son like she was going to stand in front of goldeneye and give a life, whatever it may be. The she cat was a dark brown colour, her fur dragged along beneath her paws. It was almost a dark ember colour. Even a dark, dark, dark purple one would say. The previous queen leapt down by the side of the cave leaving her ancestors behind to join the living Tom for a moment. She would make sure he felt the pain of endurance so he knew what to expect. He would be forced to set aside personal affairs for it. To endure with the weight of many clanmates resting on his shoulders. The previous queen shook her shoulders as she slowed to a walk. Finally finding herself standing across from the Tom she dipped her head.

"Goldenye, you must learn that you must endure many things. Things you've never endured ever before even when it interferes with your personal affairs" she paused for a moment, her eyes sparkled with pride. She wasn't form Shadowclan but she felt as if she were, standing here and looking proud. "It takes sacrifice and strength, I see it in you" she said calmly. He was catious and almost doubtious when it came to being here. She blinked a final time and let her tail rest on his shoulder for a moment, her eyes shone brightly with enthusiasm. "From the very moment we saw you, starclan knew you were the one. And so with the Great honor I have, I give you the life of endurance" she mused. "The strength to carry on when nobody else can" she bent forward and touched her nose to his feeling a slight shock, than the most heart breaking feeling entered her chest and she felt it drain into him. This was going to hurt, and she felt deep down some pity. Once it felt like an eternity she pulled back and raised her head to him. "Goodluck goldeneye" she purred. "Let me be the first to say, congratulations goldenstar" she wasn't really counting how many lives had gone by or if anyone had said his name quite yet, but she wanted too.

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September 21st, 2017, 08:10 PM
Sitting Amoung the starry ranks she examined the young warrior below her. He was eager and quite prepared for it, somewhat but this life she would give would suite his life quite well. Very well actually. Not only this but she had given thought to it as well. It had applied to her life and even though she was from another clan she understood it better than any clan cat would. When the last warrior moved away for her the sucked in a breath. One day her son would be in his position, her eyes sparkled with GE ought of it. If she was lucky she would stand before her son like she was going to stand in front of goldeneye and give a life, whatever it may be. The she cat was a dark brown colour, her fur dragged along beneath her paws. It was almost a dark ember colour. Even a dark, dark, dark purple one would say. The previous queen leapt down by the side of the cave leaving her ancestors behind to join the living Tom for a moment. She would make sure he felt the pain of endurance so he knew what to expect. He would be forced to set aside personal affairs for it. To endure with the weight of many clanmates resting on his shoulders. The previous queen shook her shoulders as she slowed to a walk. Finally finding herself standing across from the Tom she dipped her head.

"Goldenye, you must learn that you must endure many things. Things you've never endured ever before even when it interferes with your personal affairs" she paused for a moment, her eyes sparkled with pride. She wasn't form Shadowclan but she felt as if she were, standing here and looking proud. "It takes sacrifice and strength, I see it in you" she said calmly. He was catious and almost doubtious when it came to being here. She blinked a final time and let her tail rest on his shoulder for a moment, her eyes shone brightly with enthusiasm. "From the very moment we saw you, starclan knew you were the one. And so with the Great honor I have, I give you the life of endurance" she mused. "The strength to carry on when nobody else can" she bent forward and touched her nose to his feeling a slight shock, than the most heart breaking feeling entered her chest and she felt it drain into him. This was going to hurt, and she felt deep down some pity. Once it felt like an eternity she pulled back and raised her head to him. "Goodluck goldeneye" she purred. "Let me be the first to say, congratulations goldenstar" she wasn't really counting how many lives had gone by or if anyone had said his name quite yet, but she wanted too.

Goldeneye had once again stayed silent, unsure of what to say. He didn't want to be this way, but this was how he was. Maybe one of the Starclan cats would give him the life of having vocal chords. That would be hilarious, yet helpful at the same time. However, Starclan probably couldn't give something like that, they gave mental things, not exactly physical things. He could use a few physical things, sure, he was a smaller tom, but that didn't matter. He swore he had seen someone who looked like the cat in front of him before. However, he couldn't figure it out. They weren't someone from Shadowclan, but he had no idea who they were. Maybe...Fallenstream? He didn't really know. It was hard to figure out things sometimes, especially when you weren't good with names, like he was. However, he forced his thoughts to become silent again. Maybe he would find out at some point. That would be hard since the Starclan cat didn't tell him her name. He could find out someway, he would probably find someway. As he listened to her speak, the only real sound that came out of him was very soft breathing. Endurance. That was something he needed quite a bit. When everyone else had given up, most of the time he had as well, but maybe that could be changed. Actually, he knew that it would probably be changed. He didn't know what happened to leaders after they got their nine lives. He hadn't really know Halestar before that, nor any other leader. Pushing away, once again, any thoughts, he waited for the life.

What had he been expecting? Probably something like the life of love, a warm feeling that spread over him. What did he get? Quite a bit of pain, actually. Endurance. Endurance. So this was what endurance felt like? Well, he wouldn't exactly know, but it couldn't be this painful, right? Actually, it probably was this painful. But what if it wasn't? He couldn't keep contradicting himself, that's what he kept telling himself, and then a voice came along and said But what if you can? It was annoying, there was no other way to put it. However, he-dare I say-endured the pain, and ended up finding himself smiling once the she-cat had pulled away. That had lasted forever, even if it had only been a few moments. However, he was now silently bracing for the next life. "Thank you," he said after she spoke once again, slightly more confident as he dipped his head. Goldenstar. Wow. He had never thought of it that way, and it almost sounded like a stupid name. That was only one of the many thoughts he had while sitting in his nest, late at night. Being a leader. Sure, it had been wrong, or maybe it had been, but he had always been slightly excited about becoming leader. He hadn't imagined it to be so soon however. Well, now there was no going back, 7 more lives to go, now waiting for the next life quietly.

(( Chameleon Now you're up :3 ))

Mango
September 22nd, 2017, 07:17 AM
Goldeneye had once again stayed silent, unsure of what to say. He didn't want to be this way, but this was how he was. Maybe one of the Starclan cats would give him the life of having vocal chords. That would be hilarious, yet helpful at the same time. However, Starclan probably couldn't give something like that, they gave mental things, not exactly physical things. He could use a few physical things, sure, he was a smaller tom, but that didn't matter. He swore he had seen someone who looked like the cat in front of him before. However, he couldn't figure it out. They weren't someone from Shadowclan, but he had no idea who they were. Maybe...Fallenstream? He didn't really know. It was hard to figure out things sometimes, especially when you weren't good with names, like he was. However, he forced his thoughts to become silent again. Maybe he would find out at some point. That would be hard since the Starclan cat didn't tell him her name. He could find out someway, he would probably find someway. As he listened to her speak, the only real sound that came out of him was very soft breathing. Endurance. That was something he needed quite a bit. When everyone else had given up, most of the time he had as well, but maybe that could be changed. Actually, he knew that it would probably be changed. He didn't know what happened to leaders after they got their nine lives. He hadn't really know Halestar before that, nor any other leader. Pushing away, once again, any thoughts, he waited for the life.

What had he been expecting? Probably something like the life of love, a warm feeling that spread over him. What did he get? Quite a bit of pain, actually. Endurance. Endurance. So this was what endurance felt like? Well, he wouldn't exactly know, but it couldn't be this painful, right? Actually, it probably was this painful. But what if it wasn't? He couldn't keep contradicting himself, that's what he kept telling himself, and then a voice came along and said But what if you can? It was annoying, there was no other way to put it. However, he-dare I say-endured the pain, and ended up finding himself smiling once the she-cat had pulled away. That had lasted forever, even if it had only been a few moments. However, he was now silently bracing for the next life. "Thank you," he said after she spoke once again, slightly more confident as he dipped his head. Goldenstar. Wow. He had never thought of it that way, and it almost sounded like a stupid name. That was only one of the many thoughts he had while sitting in his nest, late at night. Being a leader. Sure, it had been wrong, or maybe it had been, but he had always been slightly excited about becoming leader. He hadn't imagined it to be so soon however. Well, now there was no going back, 7 more lives to go, now waiting for the next life quietly.

(( Chameleon Now you're up :3 ))
Peacockfeather stepped out of the shadows then approached him," Hello Goldeneye." She purred," I'm Peacockfeather- I was born during the last few hours of Deceptionstar's reign." She breathed," I give you a life of loyalty, use it to lead your clan through nine long lives." She stretched her neck forward pressing it against Goldeneye's nose knowing Goldeneye would feel as if he were paralyzed yet, surrounded by his clanmates. She removed her nose," May Starclan Light your Path." She dipped her head forcing away memories from apprenticehood being disloyal. She stepped back into the darkness of the shadows.

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September 22nd, 2017, 03:14 PM
Peacockfeather stepped out of the shadows then approached him," Hello Goldeneye." She purred," I'm Peacockfeather- I was born during the last few hours of Deceptionstar's reign." She breathed," I give you a life of loyalty, use it to lead your clan through nine long lives." She stretched her neck forward pressing it against Goldeneye's nose knowing Goldeneye would feel as if he were paralyzed yet, surrounded by his clanmates. She removed her nose," May Starclan Light your Path." She dipped her head forcing away memories from apprenticehood being disloyal. She stepped back into the darkness of the shadows.

Goldeneye listened softly, he hadn't really ever heard about Deceptionstar, but he knew enough to be slightly scared by the old leader. Still, it was enough to unsettle him hearing the old leader's name. What if he was like Deceptionstar? No, he wouldn't be, he would be one of the best leaders Shadowclan would have ever seen. Well, he hoped. Maybe he could just be average. Average worked! He didn't need to be rembered, he could just be an average leader, as much as he kind of wanted to be a good leader. He wouldn't be a good leader! But what if he wasn't? The thoughts swirled in his head. This made him feel paralyzed, and when he received his third life, he almost wondered if he had died already. But he hadn't, he knew that, he felt as though all his clanmates were around him, and that made him smile a little bit. "Thank you," he murmured, all other thoughts being swept away from his mind as he waited for the next life.

(( Socks ))

Socks
September 22nd, 2017, 03:39 PM
Goldeneye listened softly, he hadn't really ever heard about Deceptionstar, but he knew enough to be slightly scared by the old leader. Still, it was enough to unsettle him hearing the old leader's name. What if he was like Deceptionstar? No, he wouldn't be, he would be one of the best leaders Shadowclan would have ever seen. Well, he hoped. Maybe he could just be average. Average worked! He didn't need to be rembered, he could just be an average leader, as much as he kind of wanted to be a good leader. He wouldn't be a good leader! But what if he wasn't? The thoughts swirled in his head. This made him feel paralyzed, and when he received his third life, he almost wondered if he had died already. But he hadn't, he knew that, he felt as though all his clanmates were around him, and that made him smile a little bit. "Thank you," he murmured, all other thoughts being swept away from his mind as he waited for the next life.

(( Socks ))
Stagbrair padded up to Goldeneye, dipping his head respectively. The ginger tom hadn't been hunting with starclan for long, only since the flood, so he had been a warrior of Shadowclan when the cat in front of him was the deputy. He was proud, he hadn't personally known Goldeneye but he thought he was a good cat, good enough to protect Shadowclan and its territory. "Greetings, Goldeneye." He meowed with a soft voice when he was in front of the other, he stood tall, happy to be giving a life to a leader like this. "You may not have known me, but I was a Shadowclan warrior not so long ago and I know you will be a great leader." He took a deep breath in before continuing.
"With that, I give you the life of protection. Use it well to protect your clan however you see fit, at whatever cost." He leaned closer to push his nose against the tabby's head with a smile on his maw. He could guess how the other could feel, a sense of power like Stagbrair had in his own final moments, and a deep need to keep others out of harm's way. After a few moments, he pulled his head back and looked at the other tom in the eye with a look of deep respect. He wouldn't be able to live on in Shadowclan with Goldenstar as his leader, but at least he got the honor of bestowing on him one of his 9 lives.

:blue:
September 22nd, 2017, 04:28 PM
Stagbrair padded up to Goldeneye, dipping his head respectively. The ginger tom hadn't been hunting with starclan for long, only since the flood, so he had been a warrior of Shadowclan when the cat in front of him was the deputy. He was proud, he hadn't personally known Goldeneye but he thought he was a good cat, good enough to protect Shadowclan and its territory. "Greetings, Goldeneye." He meowed with a soft voice when he was in front of the other, he stood tall, happy to be giving a life to a leader like this. "You may not have known me, but I was a Shadowclan warrior not so long ago and I know you will be a great leader." He took a deep breath in before continuing.
"With that, I give you the life of protection. Use it well to protect your clan however you see fit, at whatever cost." He leaned closer to push his nose against the tabby's head with a smile on his maw. He could guess how the other could feel, a sense of power like Stagbrair had in his own final moments, and a deep need to keep others out of harm's way. After a few moments, he pulled his head back and looked at the other tom in the eye with a look of deep respect. He wouldn't be able to live on in Shadowclan with Goldenstar as his leader, but at least he got the honor of bestowing on him one of his 9 lives.

Goldeneye blinked as he saw the tom in front of him approach. He felt as though he had seen the Starclan cat before, but he didn't know for sure. Suddenly his mind started to race. When had he seen this tom? When? Slowly, he suddenly thought of the flood. He was one of the cats that had died in the flood. Something caught in his throat for a moment, remembering the tiny kit he couldn't save. That didn't matter now, well, it probably did, but Golden didn't want to linger on it. As many questions he wanted to ask, Golden didn't say anything, as much as the questions spiraling in his mind wanted to bust out through his mouth. For now he just listened, dead silent. When Stagbriar touched his nose against Golden's head, he let the life pour into him. Power. The need to help others, with a tiny bit of pain mixed in. That was how he felt, as well as the fact that he was unsure what else to do. This all was amazing, and confusing at the same time. He didn't know whether to smile or be dead silent and do nothing. He did the latter, however, a small smile started to creep up on his face. "T-Thank you," he murmured, his eyes lighting up a little bit. Now he was starting to get confident, despite his mind racing. 5 more lives to go, at least that was what he thought, dispite it not exactly mattering in his head, watching Stagbriar quietly.

(( The Eye Of The Storm ))

Momotaro
September 23rd, 2017, 02:32 PM
Goldeneye blinked as he saw the tom in front of him approach. He felt as though he had seen the Starclan cat before, but he didn't know for sure. Suddenly his mind started to race. When had he seen this tom? When? Slowly, he suddenly thought of the flood. He was one of the cats that had died in the flood. Something caught in his throat for a moment, remembering the tiny kit he couldn't save. That didn't matter now, well, it probably did, but Golden didn't want to linger on it. As many questions he wanted to ask, Golden didn't say anything, as much as the questions spiraling in his mind wanted to bust out through his mouth. For now he just listened, dead silent. When Stagbriar touched his nose against Golden's head, he let the life pour into him. Power. The need to help others, with a tiny bit of pain mixed in. That was how he felt, as well as the fact that he was unsure what else to do. This all was amazing, and confusing at the same time. He didn't know whether to smile or be dead silent and do nothing. He did the latter, however, a small smile started to creep up on his face. "T-Thank you," he murmured, his eyes lighting up a little bit. Now he was starting to get confident, despite his mind racing. 5 more lives to go, at least that was what he thought, dispite it not exactly mattering in his head, watching Stagbriar quietly.

(( The Eye Of The Storm ))

Maplefall emerged from the starry ranks, her long course tail trailing behind her. Her Misty green Gaze rested on Goldeneye, and she padded forward. The star-spangled russet She-cat smiled and bowed her head. The Molly watched the tom carefully, saying no words, waiting for a while and then spoke. ``Hello GoldenEye. Congratulations for going so far.`` The molly looked up, showing her blind eye, witch looked like the pools in the Starcave. Maplefall continued on, ``Through-out your life as leader, your clan will be eroded away, as all things are. Sometimes you may have to accept those from different Clans, Roles, and Life-Styles. Do not discount other cats due to their history. Half-Clans and Kittypets have Became Leaders and Medicine cats. With This life I give you the life of acceptance, to see beyond blood and earth a cat was born to.`` The Scarred she-cat touched her nose to GoldenEye. She momentarily felt the cool calm that GoldenEye, soon to be Golden star, would feel. She smiled eerily and slunk back into the ranks.

:blue:
September 23rd, 2017, 03:26 PM
Maplefall emerged from the starry ranks, her long course tail trailing behind her. Her Misty green Gaze rested on Goldeneye, and she padded forward. The star-spangled russet She-cat smiled and bowed her head. The Molly watched the tom carefully, saying no words, waiting for a while and then spoke. ``Hello GoldenEye. Congratulations for going so far.`` The molly looked up, showing her blind eye, witch looked like the pools in the Starcave. Maplefall continued on, ``Through-out your life as leader, your clan will be eroded away, as all things are. Sometimes you may have to accept those from different Clans, Roles, and Life-Styles. Do not discount other cats due to their history. Half-Clans and Kittypets have Became Leaders and Medicine cats. With This life I give you the life of acceptance, to see beyond blood and earth a cat was born to.`` The Scarred she-cat touched her nose to GoldenEye. She momentarily felt the cool calm that GoldenEye, soon to be Golden star, would feel. She smiled eerily and slunk back into the ranks.

Goldeneye was silent as he saw the next cat come out of the ranks. He had been silent quite a bit actually. Not that that was in any way different then how he normally acted, but still. He had expected to be a little more on edge, and when that happened, he could almost never stop talking. Despite wanted the conversation to end, he just kept on going, and that scared him a bit. Listening to Maplefall speak, he slowly wanted her life even more and more, wanting to be able to accept everyone, despite kind of not wanting to at the same time. Of course his mate was an ex-kittypet, and Nightpaw was a good friend of his, he still found himself uneasy around outsiders. That was why, if someone wanted to join, they needed to talk to him first. Well, he hoped this life would make him less uneasy, and as he felt the she-cat give him her life, he felt a little cold, but calm at the same time. Acceptance. This was the life he now had. "Thank you," he murmured, unsure what else to say. Now for the other four. He actually didn't really want to leave Starclan, but he guessed he would be there soon enough. He hoped he would have some time before then, but he would just have to see. 4 more lives to go. Those were the words that he kept repeating in his head, watching the ranks once again, waiting to see which cat appeared this time.

(( Charmer ))

Charmer
September 23rd, 2017, 03:56 PM
Goldeneye was silent as he saw the next cat come out of the ranks. He had been silent quite a bit actually. Not that that was in any way different then how he normally acted, but still. He had expected to be a little more on edge, and when that happened, he could almost never stop talking. Despite wanted the conversation to end, he just kept on going, and that scared him a bit. Listening to Maplefall speak, he slowly wanted her life even more and more, wanting to be able to accept everyone, despite kind of not wanting to at the same time. Of course his mate was an ex-kittypet, and Nightpaw was a good friend of his, he still found himself uneasy around outsiders. That was why, if someone wanted to join, they needed to talk to him first. Well, he hoped this life would make him less uneasy, and as he felt the she-cat give him her life, he felt a little cold, but calm at the same time. Acceptance. This was the life he now had. "Thank you," he murmured, unsure what else to say. Now for the other four. He actually didn't really want to leave Starclan, but he guessed he would be there soon enough. He hoped he would have some time before then, but he would just have to see. 4 more lives to go. Those were the words that he kept repeating in his head, watching the ranks once again, waiting to see which cat appeared this time.

(( Charmer ))

Larkkit had been watching as Goldeneye received life after life, his starry paws itching to rush to the new leader. Though his life had been short, he was so proud to see a cat that he'd temporarily shared a den with become the next leader. As Maplefall stepped back into the ranks of celestial cats, the little, black tom lurched forward, ampling over toward the new leader with an awkward and unsteady gait but a wide and ecstatic grin on his face.
He stood in front of the new leader now, his blue eyes gleaming with joy and pride. "Congratulations Goldeneye!" the little kit yowled. He loved using his voice here in Starclan. Back when he was alive in Shadowclan, he wasn't able to speak. His tongue had felt thick in his mouth and his brain seemed unwilling to have it move in the way he wanted. "Back when I was alive, I had a lot of problems and it was hard for the cats who took care of me, but even though I couldn't tell them how much all their care and work meant to me, I knew from it that I was loved. I just couldn't show it like I wish I could..." the kit's blue eyes wilted for a moment in sadness. But he perked up shortly. He had an important job to do!
"Goldeneye, with this life, I give you patience. As a leader, if will be your duty to set you clan on the path that is best for them, but some may take time to follow. You will help other cats to be strong, but they'll have to grow at their own pace. You will speak about what is best for the forest and the clans, but some may take time to see reason. When you face these challenges and when it feels like you're getting nothing for all your work, don't give up on them. Be patient with them, like so many were with me."
His speech over, the little tom strained his neck upward to touch noses with the bigger cat. He felt a pang of pity because of how this life would feel: like an aching, agonizing need with no end, a desire for resolution and closure with no way to be certain if such relief would ever come. And then of course, there was the moment of Larkkit's death at the end, as a fox's teeth pierced his body and shook him until his neck broke. Pain, panic, horror, then nothing. When it was done, he stepped back. "I know you'll be busy in Shadowclan, but if you have the chance...could you tell Risingstorm that I'm happy now?" The little tom turned around and limped back into the ranks, sitting on his haunches, a small speck of starlight among them.

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September 24th, 2017, 07:07 AM
Larkkit had been watching as Goldeneye received life after life, his starry paws itching to rush to the new leader. Though his life had been short, he was so proud to see a cat that he'd temporarily shared a den with become the next leader. As Maplefall stepped back into the ranks of celestial cats, the little, black tom lurched forward, ampling over toward the new leader with an awkward and unsteady gait but a wide and ecstatic grin on his face.
He stood in front of the new leader now, his blue eyes gleaming with joy and pride. "Congratulations Goldeneye!" the little kit yowled. He loved using his voice here in Starclan. Back when he was alive in Shadowclan, he wasn't able to speak. His tongue had felt thick in his mouth and his brain seemed unwilling to have it move in the way he wanted. "Back when I was alive, I had a lot of problems and it was hard for the cats who took care of me, but even though I couldn't tell them how much all their care and work meant to me, I knew from it that I was loved. I just couldn't show it like I wish I could..." the kit's blue eyes wilted for a moment in sadness. But he perked up shortly. He had an important job to do!
"Goldeneye, with this life, I give you patience. As a leader, if will be your duty to set you clan on the path that is best for them, but some may take time to follow. You will help other cats to be strong, but they'll have to grow at their own pace. You will speak about what is best for the forest and the clans, but some may take time to see reason. When you face these challenges and when it feels like you're getting nothing for all your work, don't give up on them. Be patient with them, like so many were with me."
His speech over, the little tom strained his neck upward to touch noses with the bigger cat. He felt a pang of pity because of how this life would feel: like an aching, agonizing need with no end, a desire for resolution and closure with no way to be certain if such relief would ever come. And then of course, there was the moment of Larkkit's death at the end, as a fox's teeth pierced his body and shook him until his neck broke. Pain, panic, horror, then nothing. When it was done, he stepped back. "I know you'll be busy in Shadowclan, but if you have the chance...could you tell Risingstorm that I'm happy now?" The little tom turned around and limped back into the ranks, sitting on his haunches, a small speck of starlight among them.


Goldeneye tried not to show the shock he felt when he saw Larkkit. He had forgotten that sometimes younger kits and apprentinces went to Starclan, and that almost made something catch in the back of his throat. He didn't want to think about that, but here he was, watching Larkkit. Well, he did look happy for now, which Golden guessed was something that came with going to Starclan. You got pretty much eternal happiness, and that was pretty nice. Instead of the stress one got while alive, you got to be happy. Until then, however, you just had to deal with it, and honestly, it wasn't horrible. Sure, some things could be bad, but eventually, everything gets worked out.

Listening to the kit speak, Goldeneye didn't exactly know what to do. He tilted his head down a bit so that it would be easier for the kit to touch, but suddenly was hit with a jolting pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. That was all he felt for a moment, trembling slightly as he felt himself break out in a cold sweat. This was almost unbearable, worse than any other life so far. He felt like his neck was snapped, and something almost broke inside him as he realized that was how Larkkit died. Golden couldn't really describe how he was feeling right now, his golden and green eyes widening for a moment, before it all went away. He had no idea how long that had lasted, however, it couldn't have been very long. He watched as Larkkit walked away, and nodded, "I-I'll do that," he murmured, still in a slight bit of shock.

3 lives left. There was his internal countdown. Then he would be leader of Shadowclan. Well, he kind of was right now, but then he would have all of his lives. Still, worries slowly crept upon him, and he had to force himself to ignore them, waiting for the next cat silently, soon knowing that he would have to go back to Riverclan camp as Shadowclan's leader.

(( Random Melody ))

Random Melody
September 24th, 2017, 08:43 AM
Goldeneye tried not to show the shock he felt when he saw Larkkit. He had forgotten that sometimes younger kits and apprentinces went to Starclan, and that almost made something catch in the back of his throat. He didn't want to think about that, but here he was, watching Larkkit. Well, he did look happy for now, which Golden guessed was something that came with going to Starclan. You got pretty much eternal happiness, and that was pretty nice. Instead of the stress one got while alive, you got to be happy. Until then, however, you just had to deal with it, and honestly, it wasn't horrible. Sure, some things could be bad, but eventually, everything gets worked out.

Listening to the kit speak, Goldeneye didn't exactly know what to do. He tilted his head down a bit so that it would be easier for the kit to touch, but suddenly was hit with a jolting pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. That was all he felt for a moment, trembling slightly as he felt himself break out in a cold sweat. This was almost unbearable, worse than any other life so far. He felt like his neck was snapped, and something almost broke inside him as he realized that was how Larkkit died. Golden couldn't really describe how he was feeling right now, his golden and green eyes widening for a moment, before it all went away. He had no idea how long that had lasted, however, it couldn't have been very long. He watched as Larkkit walked away, and nodded, "I-I'll do that," he murmured, still in a slight bit of shock.

3 lives left. There was his internal countdown. Then he would be leader of Shadowclan. Well, he kind of was right now, but then he would have all of his lives. Still, worries slowly crept upon him, and he had to force himself to ignore them, waiting for the next cat silently, soon knowing that he would have to go back to Riverclan camp as Shadowclan's leader.

(( @Random Melody (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=79) ))


Fernpaw had sat and watched each cat in silence, smiling gently at all of them. But her blue gaze was fixed intently on Goldeneye, curiosity in her expression. The former ThunderClan apprentice knew it was a bit odd she was about to give a life to a ShadowClan cat, but StarClan had no borders. Once the next cat was done, Fernpaw rose to her paws and padded forward lightly. She looked almost graceful, stars gliding through her fur as she came forward to the ShadowClan deputy... Soon to be leader. The light ginger apprentice smiled at him, stopping in front of the Tom.

"Greetings, Goldeneye." She mewed clearly, her eyes sparkling with stars as she tipped her head back to gaze up at him. Her expression was gentle, welcoming. "I am Fernpaw - Former ThunderClan apprentice. I died in the fire a long time ago." Her eyes trailed behind him now, seeing something, remembering something, but flashed back to his face in a second. "It's a pleasure to meet you," She purred, before reaching up to touch her nose to his.

"I give you the life of Bravery." She murmured. "Leading will be scary sometimes. But remember... Being brave doesn't mean you don't get afraid. It just means you have the courage to keep pushing through the fear." With that, Fernpaw drew back, and lowered her head respectfully. "Lead well, Goldeneye." She said gently, before turning and padding back to the group, settling down again and curling her starry tail around her paws to watch the rest of the ceremony.

:blue:
September 24th, 2017, 10:14 AM
Fernpaw had sat and watched each cat in silence, smiling gently at all of them. But her blue gaze was fixed intently on Goldeneye, curiosity in her expression. The former ThunderClan apprentice knew it was a bit odd she was about to give a life to a ShadowClan cat, but StarClan had no borders. Once the next cat was done, Fernpaw rose to her paws and padded forward lightly. She looked almost graceful, stars gliding through her fur as she came forward to the ShadowClan deputy... Soon to be leader. The light ginger apprentice smiled at him, stopping in front of the Tom.

"Greetings, Goldeneye." She mewed clearly, her eyes sparkling with stars as she tipped her head back to gaze up at him. Her expression was gentle, welcoming. "I am Fernpaw - Former ThunderClan apprentice. I died in the fire a long time ago." Her eyes trailed behind him now, seeing something, remembering something, but flashed back to his face in a second. "It's a pleasure to meet you," She purred, before reaching up to touch her nose to his.

"I give you the life of Bravery." She murmured. "Leading will be scary sometimes. But remember... Being brave doesn't mean you don't get afraid. It just means you have the courage to keep pushing through the fear." With that, Fernpaw drew back, and lowered her head respectfully. "Lead well, Goldeneye." She said gently, before turning and padding back to the group, settling down again and curling her starry tail around her paws to watch the rest of the ceremony.


Goldeneye was quiet, watching as the next cat came out of the ranks. It was amazing how all of them knew when it was their turn. However, that left him thinking about other things such as-how did they get chosen? Who is in charge of Starclan? He knew there were no borders, but still. Someone had to be in charge right? How would leaders get their lives from certain cats then, and not have a bunch of different cats stumbling over each other? Or did they just talk and say 'Okay, you'll go, and then they'll go, and then they'll go'? Was that something he really should be pondering right now? He would find out soon enough he guessed. He dipped his head slightly as the she-cat stopped, a silent greeting from him.

Then the life came along. He hadn't been able to tell that this she-cat was an apprentince, but now he knew. He felt the same thing he had felt when looking at Larkkit for the first time, just with the pain dulled down slightly. He still felt bad however, despite knowing he couldn't have done anything, even if he had wanted to. He didn't comment on it, letting the apprentince touch her nose to his, and felt the life flow into him. He didn't know how to describe this life really, so he wasn't even going to try. Bravery. That was something he had really needed. He still kind of needed it too. When Fernpaw moved away, he listened to her quietly. "Thank you," he murmured. He was going to be saying thank you a lot today, wasn't he? Well, he might as well get used to it. Two more. It was hard to believe it was almost over, trying not to get lost in his own thoughts and questions as he waited for the next cat.

(( Lilly ))

spade
September 28th, 2017, 01:32 AM
Goldeneye was quiet, watching as the next cat came out of the ranks. It was amazing how all of them knew when it was their turn. However, that left him thinking about other things such as-how did they get chosen? Who is in charge of Starclan? He knew there were no borders, but still. Someone had to be in charge right? How would leaders get their lives from certain cats then, and not have a bunch of different cats stumbling over each other? Or did they just talk and say 'Okay, you'll go, and then they'll go, and then they'll go'? Was that something he really should be pondering right now? He would find out soon enough he guessed. He dipped his head slightly as the she-cat stopped, a silent greeting from him.

Then the life came along. He hadn't been able to tell that this she-cat was an apprentince, but now he knew. He felt the same thing he had felt when looking at Larkkit for the first time, just with the pain dulled down slightly. He still felt bad however, despite knowing he couldn't have done anything, even if he had wanted to. He didn't comment on it, letting the apprentince touch her nose to his, and felt the life flow into him. He didn't know how to describe this life really, so he wasn't even going to try. Bravery. That was something he had really needed. He still kind of needed it too. When Fernpaw moved away, he listened to her quietly. "Thank you," he murmured. He was going to be saying thank you a lot today, wasn't he? Well, he might as well get used to it. Two more. It was hard to believe it was almost over, trying not to get lost in his own thoughts and questions as he waited for the next cat.

(( Lilly ))

(apologies for this being so late! just got settled in California~)

As her new starry Clanmates all went before her, each of them passing on the life the held within them, Cricketpaw sat nervous, ears twitching as waves of anxiety rolled over her. She hadn't been in StarClan that long it felt, and definitely not long enough to be given the honor to attend a leaders' ceremony. It wasn't just that she was a former RiverClan cat giving a life to future ShadowClan leader - given the two Clans history, it seemed unprecedented - but the fact that she just had absolutely no idea what to do. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest, a loud thumping that she was sure every cat in StarClan and beyond could hear. Just breath, she reminded herself, and her blue eyes seemed to clear just a bit.

The former medicine cat apprentice watched as Fernpaw exited the clearing, leaving Goldeneye searching for the next cat to give him a life. Praying that no mistakes were made since the ceremony was so close to being over, Cricketpaw rose to her paws and slid forward, her movements fluid as she appeared in the light shrouded clearing. "Greetings," she began, dipping her head as a sign of respect to the new ShadowClan warrior. She didn't know much of him, but sincerely hoped that he wouldn't carry Halestar's resentment towards her father's Clan. "My name is Cricketpaw. I am the former medicine cat apprentice of RiverClan." There was much more she wanted to say, to tell him, but her blue eyes just shimmered as she stood facing the larger tom.

"With this life, I give you the willingness to understand. May you use it to see the eyes through every member of your Clan, and beyond." A moment of silence hung between them before the young Bengal stretched her neck forward lightly touching her nose to his. She felt the flow of energy travel through her body and surging into Goldeneye's own. The transfer of the life left her a feeling of relief, but she knew it wouldn't be the same story for Goldeneye. Understanding what each Clan member was going through at any given time was a difficult task - the pain, anguish, joy, ambition, all these emotions occupied various thoughts of multiple ShadowClanners. All she hoped was that he would be able to learn to understand each cat he came across.

What had felt like moons was over in a matter of a few heartbeats, and soon Cricketpaw found herself dipping her head before retreating into the shadows. Her duty was done, her life given to Goldeneye. The rush of adrenaline felt as though it had poured out of her, clinging to the life that had resided within her, only to be passed to Goldeneye. She finally felt as though she could breath a sigh of relief, and once again settled into her place amongst her ancestors, patiently watching the closing moments of the ceremony.

:blue:
September 28th, 2017, 05:15 AM
(apologies for this being so late! just got settled in California~)

As her new starry Clanmates all went before her, each of them passing on the life the held within them, Cricketpaw sat nervous, ears twitching as waves of anxiety rolled over her. She hadn't been in StarClan that long it felt, and definitely not long enough to be given the honor to attend a leaders' ceremony. It wasn't just that she was a former RiverClan cat giving a life to future ShadowClan leader - given the two Clans history, it seemed unprecedented - but the fact that she just had absolutely no idea what to do. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest, a loud thumping that she was sure every cat in StarClan and beyond could hear. Just breath, she reminded herself, and her blue eyes seemed to clear just a bit.

The former medicine cat apprentice watched as Fernpaw exited the clearing, leaving Goldeneye searching for the next cat to give him a life. Praying that no mistakes were made since the ceremony was so close to being over, Cricketpaw rose to her paws and slid forward, her movements fluid as she appeared in the light shrouded clearing. "Greetings," she began, dipping her head as a sign of respect to the new ShadowClan warrior. She didn't know much of him, but sincerely hoped that he wouldn't carry Halestar's resentment towards her father's Clan. "My name is Cricketpaw. I am the former medicine cat apprentice of RiverClan." There was much more she wanted to say, to tell him, but her blue eyes just shimmered as she stood facing the larger tom.

"With this life, I give you the willingness to understand. May you use it to see the eyes through every member of your Clan, and beyond." A moment of silence hung between them before the young Bengal stretched her neck forward lightly touching her nose to his. She felt the flow of energy travel through her body and surging into Goldeneye's own. The transfer of the life left her a feeling of relief, but she knew it wouldn't be the same story for Goldeneye. Understanding what each Clan member was going through at any given time was a difficult task - the pain, anguish, joy, ambition, all these emotions occupied various thoughts of multiple ShadowClanners. All she hoped was that he would be able to learn to understand each cat he came across.

What had felt like moons was over in a matter of a few heartbeats, and soon Cricketpaw found herself dipping her head before retreating into the shadows. Her duty was done, her life given to Goldeneye. The rush of adrenaline felt as though it had poured out of her, clinging to the life that had resided within her, only to be passed to Goldeneye. She finally felt as though she could breath a sigh of relief, and once again settled into her place amongst her ancestors, patiently watching the closing moments of the ceremony.

Goldeneye was silent once again. That had happened a lot during this cerimony. It wasn’t exactly out of the ordinary of him, and it probably wasn’t even out of the ordinary for ceremonies. He watched the next cat come out of the starry ranks, and, automatically, something clicked in his mind. He could remember this cat. It was...Cricketpaw, right? She had been the Riverclan apprentince when Shadowclan had first arrived in Riverclan. He didn’t know when she had died, or anything like that, and now he felt somewhat bad. Well...what if this wasn’t Cricketpaw? Imagine how awkward that would make this whole thing.

His thoughts were confirmed when Cricketpaw spoke up. He listened to her speak in pure silence. He was basically holding his breath. He wished he knew what to say. He wished he knew how she was already in Starclan. Well, maybe eventually he would learn that. But for now, however, he just listened. He was sightly disappointed when she stopped talking for the first time. It was somewhat obvious to him that she wanted to say more. However, she didn’t, so Goldeneye remained silent for the time being.

Once again, his thoughts drifted to wondering what all the other leaders’ ceremonies were like. However, that didn’t really matter right now. He let the life flow into him, trembling slightly as he felt a rush of adrenaline. Adrenaline. That was an almost new feeling for him. He had only really felt it during the flood. It had only been about a moon ago, yet, here he was, now a leader. It felt weird that Halestar wasn’t going to come back with Shadowclan. However, a leader had to do what he had to do he supposed, as hesitant as he might be to do it.

One last life. One last one. Then it would be official. He wanted to hide the trembling, but it was there, one last cat. He had to steady his breathing, looking through the ranks silently, unsure of what else to say or do currently.

(( Empress Of Evil ))

Empress Of Evil
September 28th, 2017, 07:50 PM
Goldeneye was silent once again. That had happened a lot during this cerimony. It wasn’t exactly out of the ordinary of him, and it probably wasn’t even out of the ordinary for ceremonies. He watched the next cat come out of the starry ranks, and, automatically, something clicked in his mind. He could remember this cat. It was...Cricketpaw, right? She had been the Riverclan apprentince when Shadowclan had first arrived in Riverclan. He didn’t know when she had died, or anything like that, and now he felt somewhat bad. Well...what if this wasn’t Cricketpaw? Imagine how awkward that would make this whole thing.

His thoughts were confirmed when Cricketpaw spoke up. He listened to her speak in pure silence. He was basically holding his breath. He wished he knew what to say. He wished he knew how she was already in Starclan. Well, maybe eventually he would learn that. But for now, however, he just listened. He was sightly disappointed when she stopped talking for the first time. It was somewhat obvious to him that she wanted to say more. However, she didn’t, so Goldeneye remained silent for the time being.

Once again, his thoughts drifted to wondering what all the other leaders’ ceremonies were like. However, that didn’t really matter right now. He let the life flow into him, trembling slightly as he felt a rush of adrenaline. Adrenaline. That was an almost new feeling for him. He had only really felt it during the flood. It had only been about a moon ago, yet, here he was, now a leader. It felt weird that Halestar wasn’t going to come back with Shadowclan. However, a leader had to do what he had to do he supposed, as hesitant as he might be to do it.

One last life. One last one. Then it would be official. He wanted to hide the trembling, but it was there, one last cat. He had to steady his breathing, looking through the ranks silently, unsure of what else to say or do currently.

(( Empress Of Evil ))

Crimsontiger stood silently, blending in amongst the other starry pelts. She watched the whole ceremony without her expression changing once. Her face didn't shift into an expression of sympathy when the pain hit him, and neither did she look relieved when he was fine again. Her emotions were seemingly gone for the present moment.
Crimsontiger remembered watching the last five leaders who had been in this cave. She had been at each ceremony to give a life. She still remembered giving Halestar her life. And now it was her successor's turn. As Cricketpaw was walking back, the young former warrior rose to her paws.

Crimsontiger had died when she was only 13 moons of age, a newly named warrior. Yet she was wise beyond her years. When she was still alive she had been reckless and loud. Now she was quiet and smart. Waving her tail as if she were dismissing her thoughts, she stepped forward from the ranks of StarClan. "Greetings Goldeneye," Crimsontiger said, dipping her head as a sign of respect. "I'm Crimsontiger. A former ShadowClan warrior," She continued, giving the tom a small smile. The way she spoke and acted was a little strange to see at first. Someone who looked so young was acting so respectful. She was very doubtful that she would've been this respectful if she was still alive.

"With this life, I give you confidence. Have confidence in StarClan to guide you, and confidence in your clan mates to stand beside you no matter what," She said. "But most importantly, have confidence in your ability to lead," Crimsontiger said. With that, she touched her nose to the tom's, feeling the life run through her and transferring into him. She knew that it would hurt, but there was nothing she could really do about that. "Lead ShadowClan well, Goldenstar," She said, giving him a smile, one that was bigger than the other one. With nothing else left to do, she turned around and padded back, blending in amongst the starry pelts.

:blue:
September 29th, 2017, 05:39 PM
Crimsontiger stood silently, blending in amongst the other starry pelts. She watched the whole ceremony without her expression changing once. Her face didn't shift into an expression of sympathy when the pain hit him, and neither did she look relieved when he was fine again. Her emotions were seemingly gone for the present moment.
Crimsontiger remembered watching the last five leaders who had been in this cave. She had been at each ceremony to give a life. She still remembered giving Halestar her life. And now it was her successor's turn. As Cricketpaw was walking back, the young former warrior rose to her paws.

Crimsontiger had died when she was only 13 moons of age, a newly named warrior. Yet she was wise beyond her years. When she was still alive she had been reckless and loud. Now she was quiet and smart. Waving her tail as if she were dismissing her thoughts, she stepped forward from the ranks of StarClan. "Greetings Goldeneye," Crimsontiger said, dipping her head as a sign of respect. "I'm Crimsontiger. A former ShadowClan warrior," She continued, giving the tom a small smile. The way she spoke and acted was a little strange to see at first. Someone who looked so young was acting so respectful. She was very doubtful that she would've been this respectful if she was still alive.

"With this life, I give you confidence. Have confidence in StarClan to guide you, and confidence in your clan mates to stand beside you no matter what," She said. "But most importantly, have confidence in your ability to lead," Crimsontiger said. With that, she touched her nose to the tom's, feeling the life run through her and transferring into him. She knew that it would hurt, but there was nothing she could really do about that. "Lead ShadowClan well, Goldenstar," She said, giving him a smile, one that was bigger than the other one. With nothing else left to do, she turned around and padded back, blending in amongst the starry pelts.

There was one last life to be given. Goldeneye was actually somewhat surprised to see Crimsontiger. However, he didn’t show it, as he didn’t want to appear rude. What had he been expecting? He didn’t know really, maybe a past leader or something. Well, either way, he didn’t mind. This cat seemed pretty serious in a way, and it almost put the new leader off guard. The tabby tom decided to stop jumbling his thoughts with apologies he would never say aloud, and decided to listen to Crimson instead. He was silent as Crimson gave her life, it was something he really needed. Confidence. He had needed that for a long while. He listened, and then let the life flow into him. It was not that different from the other lives, but there was still pain ripping through him. Well, maybe ripping wasn’t the right word, that made it sound really horrible. It was just...painful.

As soon as the life was gone, Golden murmured “Thank you” unsure of what else to say. Soon, everything vanished, and he was back at the starstone. Goldenstar. That was what he was now. He was the leader of Shadowclan. He was quiet for a moment. Well, he was quiet for much more than a moment. Suddenly, he was wondering if Daypaw had been with him. He started to glance around, unsure of whatever to do, the leader quietly sitting down next to the stone to ponder things for awhile.

(( woly ))

graves
October 1st, 2017, 12:12 PM
There was one last life to be given. Goldeneye was actually somewhat surprised to see Crimsontiger. However, he didn’t show it, as he didn’t want to appear rude. What had he been expecting? He didn’t know really, maybe a past leader or something. Well, either way, he didn’t mind. This cat seemed pretty serious in a way, and it almost put the new leader off guard. The tabby tom decided to stop jumbling his thoughts with apologies he would never say aloud, and decided to listen to Crimson instead. He was silent as Crimson gave her life, it was something he really needed. Confidence. He had needed that for a long while. He listened, and then let the life flow into him. It was not that different from the other lives, but there was still pain ripping through him. Well, maybe ripping wasn’t the right word, that made it sound really horrible. It was just...painful.

As soon as the life was gone, Golden murmured “Thank you” unsure of what else to say. Soon, everything vanished, and he was back at the starstone. Goldenstar. That was what he was now. He was the leader of Shadowclan. He was quiet for a moment. Well, he was quiet for much more than a moment. Suddenly, he was wondering if Daypaw had been with him. He started to glance around, unsure of whatever to do, the leader quietly sitting down next to the stone to ponder things for awhile.

(( woly ))


Daypaw hadnt seen the actual ceremony, not wanting to sleep or even face starclan period. But out of respect, they had came to support their new leader. no diss to Haletstar, but daypaw had always felt more comfortable with goldenstar anyway. They had an idea of what the leader ceremony was, hearing from the other medcats. They gazed around the starcave, amber hues in slits, tail twitching. it made them uncomfortable to even be here. they could be at home, healing cats that needed it, working with acornfall and his exercises, helping pinewhisker with his broken leg treatments. so no, they would not sleep alongside goldenstar for his ceremony and face the same group of cats that had gave them their sleeping problems in the first place. They saw Goldenstar awake and hey greeted him with a small hello. they hoped goldenstar would not question they they werent seen in the leader ceremony.

:blue:
October 1st, 2017, 04:33 PM
Daypaw hadnt seen the actual ceremony, not wanting to sleep or even face starclan period. But out of respect, they had came to support their new leader. no diss to Haletstar, but daypaw had always felt more comfortable with goldenstar anyway. They had an idea of what the leader ceremony was, hearing from the other medcats. They gazed around the starcave, amber hues in slits, tail twitching. it made them uncomfortable to even be here. they could be at home, healing cats that needed it, working with acornfall and his exercises, helping pinewhisker with his broken leg treatments. so no, they would not sleep alongside goldenstar for his ceremony and face the same group of cats that had gave them their sleeping problems in the first place. They saw Goldenstar awake and hey greeted him with a small hello. they hoped goldenstar would not question they they werent seen in the leader ceremony.

Once Goldenstar had finally recovered slightly, he saw Daypaw and stiffened for a moment. He had been slightly surprised to see the medicine cat sitting there. He had forgotten that they had came with him in the first place. Maybe that was a bad thing actually. He didn’t want to be rude, in case Daypaw had a strained relationship with Starclan, but curiosity overcame him and he asked “Why weren’t you there?” He felt slightly awkward now, but he knew that the question would probably eat him from the inside out if he didn’t ask it. He felt somewhat bad at the same time, but he guessed there was no going back now. He just thought that medicine cats sort of watched the cerimony. Then again, he could be wrong, and maybe that didn’t happen. He really needed to stop second-guessing himself now. He would rather just wait for Daypaw’s response, that would probably calm him down quite a bit for the time being, even though an anxiety attack always seemed just around the corner.

graves
October 3rd, 2017, 07:41 PM
Once Goldenstar had finally recovered slightly, he saw Daypaw and stiffened for a moment. He had been slightly surprised to see the medicine cat sitting there. He had forgotten that they had came with him in the first place. Maybe that was a bad thing actually. He didn’t want to be rude, in case Daypaw had a strained relationship with Starclan, but curiosity overcame him and he asked “Why weren’t you there?” He felt slightly awkward now, but he knew that the question would probably eat him from the inside out if he didn’t ask it. He felt somewhat bad at the same time, but he guessed there was no going back now. He just thought that medicine cats sort of watched the cerimony. Then again, he could be wrong, and maybe that didn’t happen. He really needed to stop second-guessing himself now. He would rather just wait for Daypaw’s response, that would probably calm him down quite a bit for the time being, even though an anxiety attack always seemed just around the corner.
Daypaw eyed the leader for a second, amber hues in slits at the mere question. Them not being there was in no way trying to disrespect their new leader. What they were protesting against was Starclan. they would refuse to even step foot into the place unless it was the last option they had. they could sense the nervousness on the tom, practically could taste it. They were his medicine cat, it was easy to sense things like that. but when asked a question they wouldn't hesitate to tell the truth and give their complete answer. ¨I do not wish to visit Starclan unless absolutely necessary;not that your ceremony wasnt important. Id rather avoid walking in the same poxsimity of cats who play god.¨ their tone was calm and collected, but had an edge to it; a warning to not press further. Daypaw knew Goldenstar didnt know about their nightmares, and they honestly didnt trust him to share about those yet. He was their leader, but would have to gain his medicine cats trust. Wrapping their tail neatly around their paws at they sat, they gazed around the starcave, memories of their apprentice ceremony here. That had been awhile ago, now here they were giving their leader their title. ¨How do you feel?¨

:blue:
October 4th, 2017, 07:51 PM
Daypaw eyed the leader for a second, amber hues in slits at the mere question. Them not being there was in no way trying to disrespect their new leader. What they were protesting against was Starclan. they would refuse to even step foot into the place unless it was the last option they had. they could sense the nervousness on the tom, practically could taste it. They were his medicine cat, it was easy to sense things like that. but when asked a question they wouldn't hesitate to tell the truth and give their complete answer. ¨I do not wish to visit Starclan unless absolutely necessary;not that your ceremony wasnt important. Id rather avoid walking in the same poxsimity of cats who play god.¨ their tone was calm and collected, but had an edge to it; a warning to not press further. Daypaw knew Goldenstar didnt know about their nightmares, and they honestly didnt trust him to share about those yet. He was their leader, but would have to gain his medicine cats trust. Wrapping their tail neatly around their paws at they sat, they gazed around the starcave, memories of their apprentice ceremony here. That had been awhile ago, now here they were giving their leader their title. ¨How do you feel?¨

Goldenstar listened as Daypaw responded, trying not to flinch as he heard the edge to their voice. He wondered what made the medicine cat that way, however, he wasn’t going to ask that aloud. Daypaw was allowed to have their own opinion, and he didn’t really have the authority to do something like that. Well, he supposed he kind of did, but that wasn’t what he wanted to do with his authority. That Made it all sound stupid, but, of course, he wasn’t going to admit that. Cats were allowed to have their own opinions, sure, it might not be a good opinion, but they still were allowed to have one. When Daypaw asked him how he was feeling, he had to reel back a bit and think about himself. That was when it came down to two different things for him. It was either lie about how he was feeling, or be honest. How did he feel? Like he was being slowly crushed by a tree. Did he really want to say that though? He decided he didn’t want to, and ended up just saying “Not that different, honestly,” he said, almost forcing out the words in a sort of way, yet it still sounded like he wasn’t lying, looking at Daypaw calmly now.

graves
October 5th, 2017, 06:12 PM
Goldenstar listened as Daypaw responded, trying not to flinch as he heard the edge to their voice. He wondered what made the medicine cat that way, however, he wasn’t going to ask that aloud. Daypaw was allowed to have their own opinion, and he didn’t really have the authority to do something like that. Well, he supposed he kind of did, but that wasn’t what he wanted to do with his authority. That Made it all sound stupid, but, of course, he wasn’t going to admit that. Cats were allowed to have their own opinions, sure, it might not be a good opinion, but they still were allowed to have one. When Daypaw asked him how he was feeling, he had to reel back a bit and think about himself. That was when it came down to two different things for him. It was either lie about how he was feeling, or be honest. How did he feel? Like he was being slowly crushed by a tree. Did he really want to say that though? He decided he didn’t want to, and ended up just saying “Not that different, honestly,” he said, almost forcing out the words in a sort of way, yet it still sounded like he wasn’t lying, looking at Daypaw calmly now.
the medicine cat raised a brow,¨youve acted like i dont know what a leader ceremony is like. gaining eight more lives takes it out of you, i can feel your discomfort from here.¨ the enby replied bluntly. it was hard to get things past daypaw. maybe it was a sixth sense, maybe it was the observant nature of being a medcat, but they knew goldenstar was feeling anything but ¨indifferent¨, bull crap. They stood up now, giving a small stretch. this was the first step for shadowclan. after this, they would be walking back home to their own territory. it would be a new chapter of rebuilding. they could remember what it was like to take kestrelberrys place. perhaps it was sort of like a new start for both of them. they walked towards the leader, leaning forward and pressing a lick to the toms head. geckoleaf said that was a thing they had to do after ceremonies like this or something, weird. but they did it anyway, licking the leaders forehead and pulling away. ¨Youre now Goldenstar,leader of Shadowclan,¨ it was a rarity, but daypaw smiled. a small, crooked but genuine one. ¨lets go home, ill get you some prey and herbs that will make you feel slightly better.¨

:blue:
October 5th, 2017, 06:29 PM
the medicine cat raised a brow,¨youve acted like i dont know what a leader ceremony is like. gaining eight more lives takes it out of you, i can feel your discomfort from here.¨ the enby replied bluntly. it was hard to get things past daypaw. maybe it was a sixth sense, maybe it was the observant nature of being a medcat, but they knew goldenstar was feeling anything but ¨indifferent¨, bull crap. They stood up now, giving a small stretch. this was the first step for shadowclan. after this, they would be walking back home to their own territory. it would be a new chapter of rebuilding. they could remember what it was like to take kestrelberrys place. perhaps it was sort of like a new start for both of them. they walked towards the leader, leaning forward and pressing a lick to the toms head. geckoleaf said that was a thing they had to do after ceremonies like this or something, weird. but they did it anyway, licking the leaders forehead and pulling away. ¨Youre now Goldenstar,leader of Shadowclan,¨ it was a rarity, but daypaw smiled. a small, crooked but genuine one. ¨lets go home, ill get you some prey and herbs that will make you feel slightly better.¨

Goldenstar tried not to flinch as Daypaw saw past his sort of mask. He hadn’t been aware that some medicine cats could figure something like that out that easily. Then again, he had never really interacted with a medicine cat before now, except for maybe one or two times. He was still extremely awkward, no different than any other interaction. It was painful, the way all of this had happened. He had honestly thought he would have more time as deputy, but no. Now he was leader. He had nine lives, as weird as that sounded. As Daypaw licked his forehead, he hid his confusion, it was probably just something medicine cats did, too bad he couldn’t ask Halestar what it was like at her ceremony. He really needed to stop always coming back to Halestar. She was gone now, and there was nothing he could do about it, so he might as well deal with it. He smiled back at the enby, as he couldn’t think of anything else to do, so his smile turned out awkward, though it didn’t look forced, which it wasn’t. “Let’s do that,” he murmured, “Thanks Daypaw,” he added, as he was really greatful that they had sort of been there for him, even with all the craziness that had been happening for the past couple of days.

graves
October 6th, 2017, 09:29 PM
Goldenstar tried not to flinch as Daypaw saw past his sort of mask. He hadn’t been aware that some medicine cats could figure something like that out that easily. Then again, he had never really interacted with a medicine cat before now, except for maybe one or two times. He was still extremely awkward, no different than any other interaction. It was painful, the way all of this had happened. He had honestly thought he would have more time as deputy, but no. Now he was leader. He had nine lives, as weird as that sounded. As Daypaw licked his forehead, he hid his confusion, it was probably just something medicine cats did, too bad he couldn’t ask Halestar what it was like at her ceremony. He really needed to stop always coming back to Halestar. She was gone now, and there was nothing he could do about it, so he might as well deal with it. He smiled back at the enby, as he couldn’t think of anything else to do, so his smile turned out awkward, though it didn’t look forced, which it wasn’t. “Let’s do that,” he murmured, “Thanks Daypaw,” he added, as he was really grateful that they had sort of been there for him, even with all the craziness that had been happening for the past couple of days.
the apprentice nodded, starting to walk towards the exit of the cave. it was weird, to leave shadowclan territory with one leader and to return with another. it didnt bother daypaw, they had figured it was only a matter of time before halestar had stepped down. not that it was a bad thing, but she was overly stressed and paranoid. she did lead very well and held up shadowclans reputation, but this was a step forward. with the flood and the damage they have to face after they leave this cave was going to be alot of bare, but they didnt have a shred of doubt in goldenstar unless proven otherwise. ¨im sure youll be a great leader.¨ while daypaw didnt know the tom for that long and hadnt really talked to him, it was easy to read his nervous nature. they didnt mind providing the small reassurance, any new leader needed it. taking care of shadowclan was a team effort, both between leader,deputy and medicine cat, and hopefully with this new leadership the harmony can stay in tact.

lone
October 26th, 2017, 02:17 PM
The Starcave was the most beautiful place Caliapaw could think of. She had never expected she would be coming here... her! You'd think StarClan would have given me a heads up about this, she thought with a laugh. There were stories about that of course, but Caliapaw had never though that StarClan would speak to her. Yet here she was, about to accept the life of a medicine cat. She could never have a mate. She could never have kits. But that was okay, because the one thing that she was NOT planning on doing anytime soon was falling in love. To be honest, she didn't even understand it. Wheatfur's kind words rung in her head as she padded on, her eyes wide with awe. In a place like this, it was hard not to feel small and insignificant. Ancestors who had done great things before her would be speaking to her someday, and this was the start of it all. Dozens of medicine cats before her must have walked this ground, and here she was, just a part of it all. It was impossible not to be in awe. "How many times have you been here?" She asked, turning to look at her soon-to-be mentor. Whatever the number was, it would amaze Caliapaw - for sure. Even one time was enough to amaze her.

~rattlesnake~

graves
November 9th, 2017, 06:53 PM
Charmer AbsurdJinx

Daypaw waited. they felt nothing but unease at the moment. this was the moment they had been training for for moons, this was ther hardships had lead them. they didnt know where geckoleaf was in all honesty. they hadnt heard back from her. it scared them. and in all honesty, they felt abandoned and alone again. the only thing that had kept them afloat was gone. but like any chapter, they were forced to move on. they were forced to live another day and get up with the same routine, to treat, to revive, to help save. so here they were.

Charmer
November 9th, 2017, 09:26 PM
Charmer AbsurdJinx

Daypaw waited. they felt nothing but unease at the moment. this was the moment they had been training for for moons, this was ther hardships had lead them. they didnt know where geckoleaf was in all honesty. they hadnt heard back from her. it scared them. and in all honesty, they felt abandoned and alone again. the only thing that had kept them afloat was gone. but like any chapter, they were forced to move on. they were forced to live another day and get up with the same routine, to treat, to revive, to help save. so here they were.

Shinefang moved stiffly as he made his way to the Starcave. The night air was getting colder, and his panting breathes sent small clouds into air. The weather was doing his aching joints no favors. "Good thing the Starcave is so close to Skyclan," he muttered to himself as he went, "Coming here every half moon is going to get old fast." As he approached the cave, he recognized Daypaw's golden fur, and nodded to the Shadowclan medicine cat. "Daypaw," he said with a greeting nod. He settled on his haunches, grunting with a twinge of pain as he did so. "Take my advice. Never get old." He was being light, but the loss on Acornpaw still weighed on him. Not to mention, he was also a little on edge about this ceremony. Shinefang had basically launched right into the role as a medicine cat and never been confirmed by Starclan. It wasn't that he cared for that opinion, but he was a cat who appreciated tradition.

AbsurdJinx
November 10th, 2017, 09:40 AM
woly Charmer


Juniperpaw slipped into the cave which they remembered from their ceremony, where Geckoleaf officially took her on as her apprentice. Geckoleaf. The loss of her mentor was still weighing heavily on the young apprentice who was only just a kit out of the nursery at merely seven moons. The fact that the last time they'd seen each other the tensions had been high and nothing had been resolved also weighed her down in the form of guilt. Since her mentor's abrupt disappearance, Juniperpaw has taken the weight of the entire Clan onto her shoulders and she's matured at such a young age and taken on responsibilities no cat her age should have to. Juniperpaw shook her head to clear herself of her depressing thoughts, carefully placing each paw ahead of herself as she walked further into the cave.


She found Daypaw and Shinefang in the cave already, and Juniperpaw flashed them welcoming smiles. ``Hey guys!`` She chirped in greeting, trotting forward to offer each of them a friendly nuzzle.

Charmer
November 10th, 2017, 10:48 PM
woly Charmer


Juniperpaw slipped into the cave which they remembered from their ceremony, where Geckoleaf officially took her on as her apprentice. Geckoleaf. The loss of her mentor was still weighing heavily on the young apprentice who was only just a kit out of the nursery at merely seven moons. The fact that the last time they'd seen each other the tensions had been high and nothing had been resolved also weighed her down in the form of guilt. Since her mentor's abrupt disappearance, Juniperpaw has taken the weight of the entire Clan onto her shoulders and she's matured at such a young age and taken on responsibilities no cat her age should have to. Juniperpaw shook her head to clear herself of her depressing thoughts, carefully placing each paw ahead of herself as she walked further into the cave.


She found Daypaw and Shinefang in the cave already, and Juniperpaw flashed them welcoming smiles. ``Hey guys!`` She chirped in greeting, trotting forward to offer each of them a friendly nuzzle.


woly

Shinefang’s ears twitched as little pawsteps cane padding into the cave. “Well that could only be Junebug.” Sure enough, the little tabby-striped apprentice came up to them. To Shinefang’s surprise, the little shecat came and gave him a nuzzle in greeting. Most cats weren’t so happy to see him once he started calling them by a nickname. It tended to annoy most cats, which amused him usually. At his age, you had to make enjoyment where you could. “Good evening to you medicine bug. I’m very sorry to hear about your mentor.” Gossip about the Riverclan medicine cat’s disappearance had spread to SkyClan. Honestly, he had thought it was just queen-gossip, but now that he was seeing for himself that she had traveled here alone, there wasn’t much doubt left. Typical shecats and typical Starclan, he thought bitterly. “I suppose it’s just us three then: two paws and a shrivelled old elder. I’d ask Starclan to help us, but I’d say they’ve done plenty already.” He said tersely. Here Starclan was again, taking taking and more taking. Would they ever have enough? “I’ll be happy to teach you what I can, Junebug but I’m sorely lacking in mentorship myself.” Wheatfur had volunteered to help teach him some skill and herbs he wasn’t as familiar with, but then the gathering happened and well... question answered: Starclan had more to take. This time, a loyal warrior turned medicine cat who had earned Shinefang’s respect.

graves
November 11th, 2017, 12:46 PM
woly

Shinefang’s ears twitched as little pawsteps cane padding into the cave. “Well that could only be Junebug.” Sure enough, the little tabby-striped apprentice came up to them. To Shinefang’s surprise, the little shecat came and gave him a nuzzle in greeting. Most cats weren’t so happy to see him once he started calling them by a nickname. It tended to annoy most cats, which amused him usually. At his age, you had to make enjoyment where you could. “Good evening to you medicine bug. I’m very sorry to hear about your mentor.” Gossip about the Riverclan medicine cat’s disappearance had spread to SkyClan. Honestly, he had thought it was just queen-gossip, but now that he was seeing for himself that she had traveled here alone, there wasn’t much doubt left. Typical shecats and typical Starclan, he thought bitterly. “I suppose it’s just us three then: two paws and a shrivelled old elder. I’d ask Starclan to help us, but I’d say they’ve done plenty already.” He said tersely. Here Starclan was again, taking taking and more taking. Would they ever have enough? “I’ll be happy to teach you what I can, Junebug but I’m sorely lacking in mentorship myself.” Wheatfur had volunteered to help teach him some skill and herbs he wasn’t as familiar with, but then the gathering happened and well... question answered: Starclan had more to take. This time, a loyal warrior turned medicine cat who had earned Shinefang’s respect.
woly Charmer


Juniperpaw slipped into the cave which they remembered from their ceremony, where Geckoleaf officially took her on as her apprentice. Geckoleaf. The loss of her mentor was still weighing heavily on the young apprentice who was only just a kit out of the nursery at merely seven moons. The fact that the last time they'd seen each other the tensions had been high and nothing had been resolved also weighed her down in the form of guilt. Since her mentor's abrupt disappearance, Juniperpaw has taken the weight of the entire Clan onto her shoulders and she's matured at such a young age and taken on responsibilities no cat her age should have to. Juniperpaw shook her head to clear herself of her depressing thoughts, carefully placing each paw ahead of herself as she walked further into the cave.


She found Daypaw and Shinefang in the cave already, and Juniperpaw flashed them welcoming smiles. ``Hey guys!`` She chirped in greeting, trotting forward to offer each of them a friendly nuzzle.

seeing juniperpaw pad in, they had grown into the habbit of keeping a watchful eye for geckoleaf close after her. but there were no familiar pawsteps. there was no motherly shecat that they had grown to love. their safety blanket: was gone. it was only a painful reminder that they had lost yet another thing close to them. they did not return juniperpaws loving nudge, or shinefangs greeting. instead they kept to themselves, only returning to gestures with a neutral glare. they didnt want to do this. it should be geckoleaf giving them this ceremony, not doing it alone. they felt so small again, like a kit without its mother forced to grow up. they wanted to throw a tantrum to starclan on how it wasnt fair, that none of this was fair, but there was no use. they walked forward, large claws digging into the ground as they pushed past the other two medcats without a word, instead walking over to the small puddles of water that lay in the dank cave, amber hues staring at them. They would be both accepting their full rank and giving one to shinefang. it was a turn of events, a lot of responsibility that they werent willing to accept just yet. but it looked like they had no real choice.

Charmer
November 11th, 2017, 03:31 PM
Shinefang likely wouldn't be aware of Daypaw's bond with Geckoleaf.

AbsurdJinx

Daypaw pushed past Shinefang into the Starcave, practically resonating that attitude he remembered from the gathering. This seemed worse than that though... He leaned in to whisper to Juniperpaw. "What's their problem? Did someone bring them a vole when they asked for a mouse?" Perhaps Daypaw was still upset about the herbs in Shadowclan?

AbsurdJinx
November 12th, 2017, 10:59 AM
woly Charmer


Juniperpaw was hurt by Daypaw's actions. Of course, she was aware that the ShadowClan cat was extremely close to Juniperpaw's mentor, even considering Geckoleaf to be their mother. However, Juniperpaw was hurting just as much, having lost her biological mother at the Gathering as well. She was taking the responsibilities of an entire Clan onto her seven-moon old shoulders, all the while fighting the resentment of her clanmates, fighting the resentment of her Clan leader even!



She glared after Daypaw, the fur on her shoulders bristling. She glanced at Shinefang, gaze softening as she looked up at the older tomcat. ``Daypaw looked at my mentor, Geckoleaf, like she was their mother. They were really close.`` Juniperpaw shook her pelt out to warm herself up, flashing Shinefang a friendly smile. ``Let's get going, shall we?`` And then she followed after Daypaw, forcing herself to calm down. After all, Daypaw was suffering as well.

graves
November 12th, 2017, 12:38 PM
woly Charmer


Juniperpaw was hurt by Daypaw's actions. Of course, she was aware that the ShadowClan cat was extremely close to Juniperpaw's mentor, even considering Geckoleaf to be their mother. However, Juniperpaw was hurting just as much, having lost her biological mother at the Gathering as well. She was taking the responsibilities of an entire Clan onto her seven-moon old shoulders, all the while fighting the resentment of her clanmates, fighting the resentment of her Clan leader even!



She glared after Daypaw, the fur on her shoulders bristling. She glanced at Shinefang, gaze softening as she looked up at the older tomcat. ``Daypaw looked at my mentor, Geckoleaf, like she was their mother. They were really close.`` Juniperpaw shook her pelt out to warm herself up, flashing Shinefang a friendly smile. ``Let's get going, shall we?`` And then she followed after Daypaw, forcing herself to calm down. After all, Daypaw was suffering as well.

Shinefang likely wouldn't be aware of Daypaw's bond with Geckoleaf.

AbsurdJinx

Daypaw pushed past Shinefang into the Starcave, practically resonating that attitude he remembered from the gathering. This seemed worse than that though... He leaned in to whisper to Juniperpaw. "What's their problem? Did someone bring them a vole when they asked for a mouse?" Perhaps Daypaw was still upset about the herbs in Shadowclan?
daypaw wasnt focused on what they were saying, instead focused on their reflection in the small puddles. they stared at their self. if geckoleaf were here, shed be wishing them nothing but the best. shed be calming them of their nervousness with the most reassuring attitude. they didnt even have a chance to say goodbye. questions whirled through their head. why would she leave? why would they leave them alone? she had promised that shed be the one to give them their full name. this ceremony felt bitter sweet. they were surrounded by cats who cared about them though, it wasnt like they had nothing. but she..she was their other half. they laid down, closing their eyes preparing to be washed away into the realms of starclan.

Charmer
November 12th, 2017, 03:36 PM
woly Charmer


Juniperpaw was hurt by Daypaw's actions. Of course, she was aware that the ShadowClan cat was extremely close to Juniperpaw's mentor, even considering Geckoleaf to be their mother. However, Juniperpaw was hurting just as much, having lost her biological mother at the Gathering as well. She was taking the responsibilities of an entire Clan onto her seven-moon old shoulders, all the while fighting the resentment of her clanmates, fighting the resentment of her Clan leader even!



She glared after Daypaw, the fur on her shoulders bristling. She glanced at Shinefang, gaze softening as she looked up at the older tomcat. ``Daypaw looked at my mentor, Geckoleaf, like she was their mother. They were really close.`` Juniperpaw shook her pelt out to warm herself up, flashing Shinefang a friendly smile. ``Let's get going, shall we?`` And then she followed after Daypaw, forcing herself to calm down. After all, Daypaw was suffering as well.


daypaw wasnt focused on what they were saying, instead focused on their reflection in the small puddles. they stared at their self. if geckoleaf were here, shed be wishing them nothing but the best. shed be calming them of their nervousness with the most reassuring attitude. they didnt even have a chance to say goodbye. questions whirled through their head. why would she leave? why would they leave them alone? she had promised that shed be the one to give them their full name. this ceremony felt bitter sweet. they were surrounded by cats who cared about them though, it wasnt like they had nothing. but she..she was their other half. they laid down, closing their eyes preparing to be washed away into the realms of starclan.


As the little shecat brushed past Shinefang to enter the cave, he lingered for a moment. Shinefang was all to familiar with loss. He'd had more than his fair share. He knew that the claws of grief could cut a cat much deeper than physical claws. With a huff, he stood up and followed the two cats into the cave. Daypaw was staring at the glimmering water in the cave, no doubt having some deep, poetic thoughts about how unfair life was or whatever. With a grunt, he heaved himself closer to the water's edge where the Shadowclan medicine cat was knelt and near the water. The old tom brought his tail tip down between them and the water's edge. "Before we get started with this holy and very important ritual, how about we have a little story time?" he said, clearly not actually asking as he kept right on speaking. But he wasn't looking at Daypaw, or Juniperpaw. His gaze was set on the glimmering water. "It's the story of how Shiny went and lost his eye," he said casually, pointing to the empty socket on the right side of his face with his paw. "I was a little older than Junebug here when my mother came down with greencough in the dead of winter. It was during a minor outbreak, but enough cats got it that there wasn't enough catmint to go around. She refused to have any until she had seen that other cats were getting it first. Skyclan first. That's just how she was. Me? I was an apprentice and I only cared about not losing my mother. I begged her to take it, I begged the medicine cat to find more but there just wasn't anymore. 'She's going home to Starclan,' that's what the medicine cat said. But that wasn't good enough for me. I left camp alone in the middle of a blizzard looking for more catmint. I knew from listening to the medicine cat talk about it that sometimes it grew in twoleg gardens and somehow I managed to get down there and start looking. I must have searched a dozen gardens. I didn't find a single plant, much less a live one. Then I found a garden with a giant piece of flattened tree leaning against the fence, and there it was, shielded from the snow and ice, withered but with just a few precious leaves. As I was picking them, a much bigger kittypet surprised me. He backed me into a corner and shredded my face up good before I was able to get away. Well, most of me anyway." The old tom smiled a grim smile, a sad smile. "Someone must have noticed I was missing, because a patrol dragged me back to camp after they found me passed out on the border. They saw the catmint I was carrying in my mouth and picked it up too, but she was dead by the time I woke up." Shinefang let the silence linger for a moment, the tide of grief within him swelling just a little. He knew it would go away after a while. It always did. "Starclan has taken a lot of cats from me. Both my parents, my brothers and sisters, even...even my mate and our kits. And I'm not telling you this to say 'oh my pain and suffering is so much worse' or any of that foxdung. I wanna tell you want I learned from it all. Starclan takes and takes from us. It's just what the foxhearts do. I don't know how you too feel about Starclan, and if you think differently from me, that's fine. You're entitled to that. But what they've taken from you two have made you have to grow up fast than kits should. Be great in spite of all their taking. Sharpen your claws on fate and tear out misfortune's throat!" The tom stomped the ground in front of him, claws scraping against the rock floor as he sharply inhaled through his nose. "Be great in spite of the pain and don't let the foxhearts win... Do you understand me?" He looked right at the two medicine cats now. Had he said too much? Probably. But he wanted them to know how to go on, how to take that pain and turn it into strength and greatness. He knew they could. After all, he had.

AbsurdJinx
November 12th, 2017, 05:10 PM
Charmer woly


Juniperpaw crouched on the other side of the ShadowClan medicine cat, briefly casting a glance at Daypaw before sharply looking to the calm waters just below her. A firm frown was stretched across her muzzle, and her scowl was shot back at her due to her reflection in the puddle. She folded her ears back in distaste, looking away from the water and focusing on Shinefang. Her tail-tip twitched nervously on the rocky ground, and she shuffled her paws uneasily. She felt like she knew where this story was going...


Ah! There it is; the inspirational speech. Juniperpaw smiled a painful smile, gazing at Shinefang in appreciation. And then she quickly transformed her weak smile into a teasing grin as she meowed, ``I mean.. If you could do it, Shinefang, I certainly can!``

graves
November 12th, 2017, 07:57 PM
Charmer woly


Juniperpaw crouched on the other side of the ShadowClan medicine cat, briefly casting a glance at Daypaw before sharply looking to the calm waters just below her. A firm frown was stretched across her muzzle, and her scowl was shot back at her due to her reflection in the puddle. She folded her ears back in distaste, looking away from the water and focusing on Shinefang. Her tail-tip twitched nervously on the rocky ground, and she shuffled her paws uneasily. She felt like she knew where this story was going...


Ah! There it is; the inspirational speech. Juniperpaw smiled a painful smile, gazing at Shinefang in appreciation. And then she quickly transformed her weak smile into a teasing grin as she meowed, ``I mean.. If you could do it, Shinefang, I certainly can!``

As the little shecat brushed past Shinefang to enter the cave, he lingered for a moment. Shinefang was all to familiar with loss. He'd had more than his fair share. He knew that the claws of grief could cut a cat much deeper than physical claws. With a huff, he stood up and followed the two cats into the cave. Daypaw was staring at the glimmering water in the cave, no doubt having some deep, poetic thoughts about how unfair life was or whatever. With a grunt, he heaved himself closer to the water's edge where the Shadowclan medicine cat was knelt and near the water. The old tom brought his tail tip down between them and the water's edge. "Before we get started with this holy and very important ritual, how about we have a little story time?" he said, clearly not actually asking as he kept right on speaking. But he wasn't looking at Daypaw, or Juniperpaw. His gaze was set on the glimmering water. "It's the story of how Shiny went and lost his eye," he said casually, pointing to the empty socket on the right side of his face with his paw. "I was a little older than Junebug here when my mother came down with greencough in the dead of winter. It was during a minor outbreak, but enough cats got it that there wasn't enough catmint to go around. She refused to have any until she had seen that other cats were getting it first. Skyclan first. That's just how she was. Me? I was an apprentice and I only cared about not losing my mother. I begged her to take it, I begged the medicine cat to find more but there just wasn't anymore. 'She's going home to Starclan,' that's what the medicine cat said. But that wasn't good enough for me. I left camp alone in the middle of a blizzard looking for more catmint. I knew from listening to the medicine cat talk about it that sometimes it grew in twoleg gardens and somehow I managed to get down there and start looking. I must have searched a dozen gardens. I didn't find a single plant, much less a live one. Then I found a garden with a giant piece of flattened tree leaning against the fence, and there it was, shielded from the snow and ice, withered but with just a few precious leaves. As I was picking them, a much bigger kittypet surprised me. He backed me into a corner and shredded my face up good before I was able to get away. Well, most of me anyway." The old tom smiled a grim smile, a sad smile. "Someone must have noticed I was missing, because a patrol dragged me back to camp after they found me passed out on the border. They saw the catmint I was carrying in my mouth and picked it up too, but she was dead by the time I woke up." Shinefang let the silence linger for a moment, the tide of grief within him swelling just a little. He knew it would go away after a while. It always did. "Starclan has taken a lot of cats from me. Both my parents, my brothers and sisters, even...even my mate and our kits. And I'm not telling you this to say 'oh my pain and suffering is so much worse' or any of that foxdung. I wanna tell you want I learned from it all. Starclan takes and takes from us. It's just what the foxhearts do. I don't know how you too feel about Starclan, and if you think differently from me, that's fine. You're entitled to that. But what they've taken from you two have made you have to grow up fast than kits should. Be great in spite of all their taking. Sharpen your claws on fate and tear out misfortune's throat!" The tom stomped the ground in front of him, claws scraping against the rock floor as he sharply inhaled through his nose. "Be great in spite of the pain and don't let the foxhearts win... Do you understand me?" He looked right at the two medicine cats now. Had he said too much? Probably. But he wanted them to know how to go on, how to take that pain and turn it into strength and greatness. He knew they could. After all, he had.
daypaw stared at the water with broken amber hues as the tom spoke. they couldnt help but relate to the tom, having loss after loss. maybe they shouldn't have pushed him aside so quickly. ¨i understand clearly,¨ the spoke for the first time that night,¨im about to accept the one thing i never thought i wanted. to be a medicine cat. i was only a moon away from being a warrior when that was stripped away from me forcefully, just because some starry cat said so.¨ their tone was bitter, eyes going into slits as they stared at their reflection. they could've had it all: the normal life, doing normal things. it wasnt like it was all bad, they had grown close with juniperpaw and geckoleaf through this rank. they had made some family. ¨i have faced starclan countless times in the brink of death yet i am given breath when there are others so much more worthy,¨ at this, they were mentioning cricketpaw. they had not forgotten about the young shecat that had saved their life during the flood, and had given them something that they couldnt think of having: love. she loved them, and they loved her. they were a due, the bestest of friends. basically tied at the hip. and starclan had taken her away. ¨they refuse to guide loved ones home, they play a merciless game of god.¨ they snarled lowly. geckoleaf had been the last straw. after cricketpaw, they didnt think that they would be able to open up to anyone. but when on the riverclan floor dying--geckoleaf had saved them. she have freed their lungs of water and cradled them while they cried, and had watched them fall apart; their grumpy exterior gone. she was gone too. ¨whats the damn point of being a medicine cat if i cant even saved my loved ones!¨ reaching forward, they clawed at their reflection in the water, their paw growing cold from the water and giving off a soft splash. pulling their paw back close to their chest, they sighed.
¨i just want this to be over with.¨

Charmer
November 12th, 2017, 08:18 PM
daypaw wasnt focused on what they were saying, instead focused on their reflection in the small puddles. they stared at their self. if geckoleaf were here, shed be wishing them nothing but the best. shed be calming them of their nervousness with the most reassuring attitude. they didnt even have a chance to say goodbye. questions whirled through their head. why would she leave? why would they leave them alone? she had promised that shed be the one to give them their full name. this ceremony felt bitter sweet. they were surrounded by cats who cared about them though, it wasnt like they had nothing. but she..she was their other half. they laid down, closing their eyes preparing to be washed away into the realms of starclan.
Charmer woly


Juniperpaw crouched on the other side of the ShadowClan medicine cat, briefly casting a glance at Daypaw before sharply looking to the calm waters just below her. A firm frown was stretched across her muzzle, and her scowl was shot back at her due to her reflection in the puddle. She folded her ears back in distaste, looking away from the water and focusing on Shinefang. Her tail-tip twitched nervously on the rocky ground, and she shuffled her paws uneasily. She felt like she knew where this story was going...


Ah! There it is; the inspirational speech. Juniperpaw smiled a painful smile, gazing at Shinefang in appreciation. And then she quickly transformed her weak smile into a teasing grin as she meowed, ``I mean.. If you could do it, Shinefang, I certainly can!``

daypaw stared at the water with broken amber hues as the tom spoke. they couldnt help but relate to the tom, having loss after loss. maybe they shouldn't have pushed him aside so quickly. ¨i understand clearly,¨ the spoke for the first time that night,¨im about to accept the one thing i never thought i wanted. to be a medicine cat. i was only a moon away from being a warrior when that was stripped away from me forcefully, just because some starry cat said so.¨ their tone was bitter, eyes going into slits as they stared at their reflection. they could've had it all: the normal life, doing normal things. it wasnt like it was all bad, they had grown close with juniperpaw and geckoleaf through this rank. they had made some family. ¨i have faced starclan countless times in the brink of death yet i am given breath when there are others so much more worthy,¨ at this, they were mentioning cricketpaw. they had not forgotten about the young shecat that had saved their life during the flood, and had given them something that they couldnt think of having: love. she loved them, and they loved her. they were a due, the bestest of friends. basically tied at the hip. and starclan had taken her away. ¨they refuse to guide loved ones home, they play a merciless game of god.¨ they snarled lowly. geckoleaf had been the last straw. after cricketpaw, they didnt think that they would be able to open up to anyone. but when on the riverclan floor dying--geckoleaf had saved them. she have freed their lungs of water and cradled them while they cried, and had watched them fall apart; their grumpy exterior gone. she was gone too. ¨whats the damn point of being a medicine cat if i cant even saved my loved ones!¨ reaching forward, they clawed at their reflection in the water, their paw growing cold from the water and giving off a soft splash. pulling their paw back close to their chest, they sighed.
¨i just want this to be over with.¨

(Hmmmmm corruptive influence perhaps?)

Shinefang flicked an ear at Juniperpaw. "You don't sound very sincere, Junebug. That's fine. At your age, I wouldn't have listened to an old fool like me either. It's in the nature of us older cats to save the younger generation time." He lifted a paw to lightly cuff the younger cat. "You'll see that it's true. You can be great, and you will."

To Shinefang's surprise, Daypaw spoke for the first time that night. To his even greater surprise, the younger cat seemed to like Starclan about as much as he did. The old tom had always been grateful for his life as a warrior. He had loved it, and it had been a good life for him. He was here now to officially become a medicine cat because it was what his clan needed. Shinefang would happily die for his clan. When he stopped being able to keep up with patrols and he was looking at spending the rest of his days in the elder's den, he took this position because he wasn't down serving Skyclan. Now he'd serve them until the day he died. But there was another reason too. One that he'd shared with his mate when he visited Starclan the night she came to him in his dream. He leaned in to whisper in Daypaw's ear, so that they'd know the reason too: the reason he got up every morning happy to be a medicine cat: "Every cat you do save is a cat the foxhearts can't have."

He pulled back then, a conspiratory grin on his face. Most cats didn't understand his views on Starclan. They though he was too bitter, too unforgiving. He wasn't. They had stolen his mate from him. His kits. They had robbed him of the simple wish to live a happy life with his family. How could anyone expect him to forgive that. "Shall we get going then? Sorry for the delay. You know us geezers. We've gotta talk younger cat's ears off."

AbsurdJinx
November 13th, 2017, 04:36 PM
woly Charmer


Juniperpaw's never experienced warrior training, and since she was old enough to even care about her future, she knew she would never be able to do what all her other clanmates did. However, it didn't seem to bother her that much, seeing how she didn't understand how amazing it could be to be a warrior. Juniperpaw didn't feel like she had given anything up. She would never relate to Daypaw and Shinefang in that way, but that was completely okay.


As for her opinion on StarClan, Juniperpaw had already figured things out. Juniperpaw didn't think StarClan had control of every cats' life, and that they only homed deceased Clan cats. And when they shared prophecies and omens, that was simply them warning the Clans of the possible future. Juniperpaw preferred to be in control of her own life, which is why she believed what she did. She was fine with Daypaw and Shinefang's opinions on StarClan, especially after their separate experiences with the warrior ancestors which they interpreted in different ways.


She didn't respond to Daypaw, otherwise she'd probably start an argument with the grieving yet moody ShadowClan medicine cat. Juniperpaw let Shinefang answer them instead. ``Hey, don't we have some holy rituals to get to?``

graves
November 13th, 2017, 07:41 PM
Empress Of Evil
[ Charmer & AbsurdJinx to stalk ? ;w; and if youd like, you can put junips and shines responses/povs in this rp too but you dont have to! mainly just focused on daypaws ceremony so theres no a whole lots to reply off of]

daypaw listened to shinefang, but his voice had soon grown into a foggy haze as they let their eyes come to a close. it was only when they closed their eyes that they realized how tired they were. their bags heavy with sleepiness, they let their body shut down into a state of unconsciousness. they usualy didnt sleepvery well from their night terrors, but they were sure starclan would be taking over their dreams tonight (in daypaws mind, the worst nightmare).

opening their eyes they were met with grass that was too soft and perfect and starry skies. starclan. looking around them the scene almost seemed perfect. the plush grass underneath them that tickled between their toes, not painted with the puddles that shadowclan had to deal with all over their territory. the skies nice and clear, only a small chill in the air. amber hues looked around for the cat that was suppose to be giving them their ceremony. they didnt know how this worked, but they knew they just wanted this over with.

Charmer
November 13th, 2017, 09:23 PM
woly Charmer


Juniperpaw's never experienced warrior training, and since she was old enough to even care about her future, she knew she would never be able to do what all her other clanmates did. However, it didn't seem to bother her that much, seeing how she didn't understand how amazing it could be to be a warrior. Juniperpaw didn't feel like she had given anything up. She would never relate to Daypaw and Shinefang in that way, but that was completely okay.


As for her opinion on StarClan, Juniperpaw had already figured things out. Juniperpaw didn't think StarClan had control of every cats' life, and that they only homed deceased Clan cats. And when they shared prophecies and omens, that was simply them warning the Clans of the possible future. Juniperpaw preferred to be in control of her own life, which is why she believed what she did. She was fine with Daypaw and Shinefang's opinions on StarClan, especially after their separate experiences with the warrior ancestors which they interpreted in different ways.


She didn't respond to Daypaw, otherwise she'd probably start an argument with the grieving yet moody ShadowClan medicine cat. Juniperpaw let Shinefang answer them instead. ``Hey, don't we have some holy rituals to get to?``


woly
(Alrighty) Duststorm

Shinefang gave Juniperpaw a shallow nod, and glanced at Daypaw, crouched beside the pool and sound asleep. Grunting as he bent his joint to lie down as well and follow their lead, he lapped at the glimmering water once, rested his head on his aching paws, and drifted off.

When he opened his eyes, he sighed as her glanced over the lush meadow. He remembered this from his dream. The one right before he woke up to see that Oakpaw had died in his sleep. This time he didn't bother unsheathing his claws. He just glanced around looking for a sign of the last cat who'd want to see him now...

Empress Of Evil
November 15th, 2017, 04:22 AM
Empress Of Evil
[ Charmer & AbsurdJinx to stalk ? ;w; and if youd like, you can put junips and shines responses/povs in this rp too but you dont have to! mainly just focused on daypaws ceremony so theres no a whole lots to reply off of]

daypaw listened to shinefang, but his voice had soon grown into a foggy haze as they let their eyes come to a close. it was only when they closed their eyes that they realized how tired they were. their bags heavy with sleepiness, they let their body shut down into a state of unconsciousness. they usualy didnt sleepvery well from their night terrors, but they were sure starclan would be taking over their dreams tonight (in daypaws mind, the worst nightmare).

opening their eyes they were met with grass that was too soft and perfect and starry skies. starclan. looking around them the scene almost seemed perfect. the plush grass underneath them that tickled between their toes, not painted with the puddles that shadowclan had to deal with all over their territory. the skies nice and clear, only a small chill in the air. amber hues looked around for the cat that was suppose to be giving them their ceremony. they didnt know how this worked, but they knew they just wanted this over with.

An ebony she-cat watched silently from afar. She sat beneath a thick cluster of oak trees, her inky pelt making her blend in with the shade and hiding her from sight. The young cat watched as the other young cat appeared and took in their surroundings. Crimsontiger closed her eyes and took in a few deep breaths as she prepared herself for what was to happen next. She’d never done what she was going to do before. This was all new to her and very honestly, she was quite nervous for it. She’d only ever given lives to leaders. Never before had she given a medicine cat their full name. Typically, the medicine cat was supposed to give their apprentice their full name, however Daypaw didn’t have a mentor. They were technically the medicine cat, not a medicine cat apprentice, despite their name. Opening her eyes, she let out another breath and rose gracefully to her paws. She straightened her posture and put a calm expression on her face. Even if she didn’t feel extremely confident, it was probably best to act like she was. She padded out from the shadows and headed towards Daypaw.

“Greetings Daypaw,” Crimsontiger said warmly. She dipped her head as a sign of respect and gave the tom a warm smile. If she were still alive, she would definitely not be this good at being respectful. “I’m Crimsontiger. I have watched you train to become the medicine cat that you are now. You have worked long and hard and you have been treating ShadowClan as well as any medicine cat should be. For this, you have proved your worth as ShadowClan’s medicine cat and you deserve your full name,” Crimsontiger said. Her dark blue eyes glinted with pride as she spoke about how they had proved their worth. The she-cat had once been a ShadowClan warrior and she was glad that her clanmates had a cat that was reliable and approachable if they needed help, whether it be advice or injuries. The she-cat gazed curiously at the apprentice. She was sure that they would be ecstatic to receive their full name. She then continued on, speaking the traditional words for a medicine cat ceremony. “I, Crimsontiger, a warrior of StarClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. They have trained hard to understand the ways of a medicine cat, and with your help they will serve their clan for many moons.” It felt weird to say ‘warrior of StarClan’. It was supposed to be medicine cat instead, but she wasn’t and hadn’t been a medicine cat, so she had no right nor reason to say that. “Daypaw, do you promise to uphold the ways of a medicine cat, to stand apart from rivalry between Clan and Clan and to protect all cats equally, even at the cost of your life?”

graves
November 16th, 2017, 01:06 AM
An ebony she-cat watched silently from afar. She sat beneath a thick cluster of oak trees, her inky pelt making her blend in with the shade and hiding her from sight. The young cat watched as the other young cat appeared and took in their surroundings. Crimsontiger closed her eyes and took in a few deep breaths as she prepared herself for what was to happen next. She’d never done what she was going to do before. This was all new to her and very honestly, she was quite nervous for it. She’d only ever given lives to leaders. Never before had she given a medicine cat their full name. Typically, the medicine cat was supposed to give their apprentice their full name, however Daypaw didn’t have a mentor. They were technically the medicine cat, not a medicine cat apprentice, despite their name. Opening her eyes, she let out another breath and rose gracefully to her paws. She straightened her posture and put a calm expression on her face. Even if she didn’t feel extremely confident, it was probably best to act like she was. She padded out from the shadows and headed towards Daypaw.

“Greetings Daypaw,” Crimsontiger said warmly. She dipped her head as a sign of respect and gave the tom a warm smile. If she were still alive, she would definitely not be this good at being respectful. “I’m Crimsontiger. I have watched you train to become the medicine cat that you are now. You have worked long and hard and you have been treating ShadowClan as well as any medicine cat should be. For this, you have proved your worth as ShadowClan’s medicine cat and you deserve your full name,” Crimsontiger said. Her dark blue eyes glinted with pride as she spoke about how they had proved their worth. The she-cat had once been a ShadowClan warrior and she was glad that her clanmates had a cat that was reliable and approachable if they needed help, whether it be advice or injuries. The she-cat gazed curiously at the apprentice. She was sure that they would be ecstatic to receive their full name. She then continued on, speaking the traditional words for a medicine cat ceremony. “I, Crimsontiger, a warrior of StarClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. They have trained hard to understand the ways of a medicine cat, and with your help they will serve their clan for many moons.” It felt weird to say ‘warrior of StarClan’. It was supposed to be medicine cat instead, but she wasn’t and hadn’t been a medicine cat, so she had no right nor reason to say that. “Daypaw, do you promise to uphold the ways of a medicine cat, to stand apart from rivalry between Clan and Clan and to protect all cats equally, even at the cost of your life?”
daypaw looked around, eyes focusing on the cat who stepped forward. they didnt know what they were expecting, they had never had a proper ceremony before. they had never visited starclan deliberately, and for good reason. at the sight of a starclan cat they couldnt help but let their fur bristle, amber hues focusing on every little movement the shecat made. they knew when taking on the role as a medicine cat they would be involved with starclan greatly, but that didnt mean they had to accept it. they wanted to do thing their own way, starclan involvement or not.

¨what if i dont accept my name. what if im not ready.¨ they mewed coolly. everything up to this point had made them constantly question their role. with geckoleafs disappearance, with the violence happening between their clans,with the lack of herbs and their clan mates dying around them because of said problems. it hurt, it all did. it was stressful. and the fact that gecko wasn't the one giving them their ceremony stung beyond comprehension. the role had taken both a tole on them emotionally but physically. but when it came down to it, they had put their patients first. no matter what came to be, their work had always driven them. it was a lot to take in, to officially leave the possible life of a warrior behind for good. they knew in their heart that this was what they were meant to do, but they couldnt help but think of small things like what kind of warrior they wouldve been, if they would've been a good mentor to someone,if they could've been leader one day.

they knew this was what they were meant to do, but it helped to have some reassurance--anything.

Dust
November 16th, 2017, 02:18 AM
woly
(Alrighty) Duststorm

Shinefang gave Juniperpaw a shallow nod, and glanced at Daypaw, crouched beside the pool and sound asleep. Grunting as he bent his joint to lie down as well and follow their lead, he lapped at the glimmering water once, rested his head on his aching paws, and drifted off.

When he opened his eyes, he sighed as her glanced over the lush meadow. He remembered this from his dream. The one right before he woke up to see that Oakpaw had died in his sleep. This time he didn't bother unsheathing his claws. He just glanced around looking for a sign of the last cat who'd want to see him now...

Fur glistening in the moonlight, the starclan warrior positioned herself on the far edge of the meadow, grass rising above her paws as she quietly observed the group in the clearing. Her head was dipped ever so slightly as to show respect to the medicine cat receiving their name. Slatepelt adverted her gaze, letting it travel slowly back and forth before it rested on Shinefang. A faint jab of pain struck her heart, remembering their last conversation, but she quickly pushed the thought away and rose to her paws, making her way gracefully over to the skyclan medicine cat.

Her translucent form slipped beside him, her paw steps quiet and the lush foliage unmoved as she sat down. Her tail flickered back and forth before curling completely around her front two paws. Holding her head high and puffing her chest out, Slatepelt turned her attention back to the current ceremony.

Charmer
November 16th, 2017, 07:46 PM
Fur glistening in the moonlight, the starclan warrior positioned herself on the far edge of the meadow, grass rising above her paws as she quietly observed the group in the clearing. Her head was dipped ever so slightly as to show respect to the medicine cat receiving their name. Slatepelt adverted her gaze, letting it travel slowly back and forth before it rested on Shinefang. A faint jab of pain struck her heart, remembering their last conversation, but she quickly pushed the thought away and rose to her paws, making her way gracefully over to the skyclan medicine cat.

Her translucent form slipped beside him, her paw steps quiet and the lush foliage unmoved as she sat down. Her tail flickered back and forth before curling completely around her front two paws. Holding her head high and puffing her chest out, Slatepelt turned her attention back to the current ceremony.

(You can go ahead and have Slate ignore Daypaw. I only mentioned woly and AbsurdJinx for stalking purposes. Shine would have just lost his first patient by the time this is taking place btw.)

Was it possible for the shecat sitting before him to grow more beautiful each time he saw her? The golden-furred tom looked at his long dead mate with a steady gaze. The last time they had spoken, he had declared that he would use his position to stop cats from going to Starclan by preventing them from dying. Then an apprentice with a bad bump on his head had fallen asleep in his medicine den only to never wake up. Shinefang bore a cold anger, the anger of cat losing a game with high stakes. He knew he couldn't actually make good on his threat. Cats died. That was the way of things. But why did Starclan have to keep taking? "Slatepelt," he said in greeting. His tone was cold. He wasn't as angry as he had been. She said she had fought as hard as she could, and though he still felt she could have fought harder, his mate had never lied to him before. Then again, could he even trust his mate now? She was one of them. His anger clawed at him from within, demanding he lash out, but a stillness had him that was sad and left him feeling... so tired. "I lost Acornpaw," he said simply. She knew what he was talking about, he was sure. That's what Starclan did, wasn't it? watched? "I came to see if Starclan would accept me as the medicine cat." Shinefang didn't need to add that he was only seeking Starclan's approval because he believed in tradition. His opinion of them was the same. All the while as he spoke to her, the memories of how awful he'd been tormented him. But he couldn't apologize for what was true. "I'm not the same cat anymore, Slate. I'm sorry." He couldn't be as angry with her anymore. She had died that day, but the tom she had loved had died with her. Starclan had made corpses of them both. The only difference was that his could still breath.

Dust
November 17th, 2017, 01:48 AM
(You can go ahead and have Slate ignore Daypaw. I only mentioned woly and AbsurdJinx for stalking purposes. Shine would have just lost his first patient by the time this is taking place btw.)

Was it possible for the shecat sitting before him to grow more beautiful each time he saw her? The golden-furred tom looked at his long dead mate with a steady gaze. The last time they had spoken, he had declared that he would use his position to stop cats from going to Starclan by preventing them from dying. Then an apprentice with a bad bump on his head had fallen asleep in his medicine den only to never wake up. Shinefang bore a cold anger, the anger of cat losing a game with high stakes. He knew he couldn't actually make good on his threat. Cats died. That was the way of things. But why did Starclan have to keep taking? "Slatepelt," he said in greeting. His tone was cold. He wasn't as angry as he had been. She said she had fought as hard as she could, and though he still felt she could have fought harder, his mate had never lied to him before. Then again, could he even trust his mate now? She was one of them. His anger clawed at him from within, demanding he lash out, but a stillness had him that was sad and left him feeling... so tired. "I lost Acornpaw," he said simply. She knew what he was talking about, he was sure. That's what Starclan did, wasn't it? watched? "I came to see if Starclan would accept me as the medicine cat." Shinefang didn't need to add that he was only seeking Starclan's approval because he believed in tradition. His opinion of them was the same. All the while as he spoke to her, the memories of how awful he'd been tormented him. But he couldn't apologize for what was true. "I'm not the same cat anymore, Slate. I'm sorry." He couldn't be as angry with her anymore. She had died that day, but the tom she had loved had died with her. Starclan had made corpses of them both. The only difference was that his could still breath.

The air between them was different this time. Despite her still feeling the nagging feeling of sadness, Slatepelt felt more composed and confident this time. Maybe it was because Shine had said what he wanted to, what she had been dreading for moons? Either way, she had spoken her mind and that was that. "Shinefang." Her voice was warm with affection although she lingered a few tail lengths away from him. There was no reason to invade his personal space, especially if he was still upset. In hindsight... Shinefang was valid for being upset, although she wished their conversation had gone better.

"I lost Acornpaw,"

She knew. She had been watching over her mate from the ranks of Starclan and needless to say, waking up to that after they had argued must have been heart-wrenching. The Starclan warrior shuffled the few feet so her fur was pressed against the others, her tail resting gently on his shoulder. "I know dear... I'm sorry." Dipping her head respectfully, the feline shifted her weight into Shinefang, her translucent fur providing a comfortable warmth. She was truly sorry and she wanted to make it evident that it wasn't his fault the young apprentice had passed. Slatepelt listened quietly as Shinefang continued, slowly nodding in acknowledgement.

"I know, Shinefang. I'm sorry I lost my temper with you. I know it's been far too long for the both of us, but change isn't always a bad thing... I'll still love you despite that." She meowed quietly, her tail gently brushing across his back in a soothing motion.

Charmer
November 17th, 2017, 07:56 PM
The air between them was different this time. Despite her still feeling the nagging feeling of sadness, Slatepelt felt more composed and confident this time. Maybe it was because Shine had said what he wanted to, what she had been dreading for moons? Either way, she had spoken her mind and that was that. "Shinefang." Her voice was warm with affection although she lingered a few tail lengths away from him. There was no reason to invade his personal space, especially if he was still upset. In hindsight... Shinefang was valid for being upset, although she wished their conversation had gone better.

"I lost Acornpaw,"

She knew. She had been watching over her mate from the ranks of Starclan and needless to say, waking up to that after they had argued must have been heart-wrenching. The Starclan warrior shuffled the few feet so her fur was pressed against the others, her tail resting gently on his shoulder. "I know dear... I'm sorry." Dipping her head respectfully, the feline shifted her weight into Shinefang, her translucent fur providing a comfortable warmth. She was truly sorry and she wanted to make it evident that it wasn't his fault the young apprentice had passed. Slatepelt listened quietly as Shinefang continued, slowly nodding in acknowledgement.

"I know, Shinefang. I'm sorry I lost my temper with you. I know it's been far too long for the both of us, but change isn't always a bad thing... I'll still love you despite that." She meowed quietly, her tail gently brushing across his back in a soothing motion.

Oh how he'd missed feeling her fur against his. For a long moment, Shinefang didn't say anything. They just sat there together in the meadow, her tail resting gently on his shoulder as the lush, green fields swayed in breeze. At last, he heaved a heavy sigh. "So, do the foxhearts want me as Skyclan's medicine cat? I pretty much just took the role. I didn't have some magically prophecy of whatever. It just felt like what Skyclan needed." Throughout all the loss and pain, while his family and loved ones left him, Shinefang had always had Skyclan. It was his home, his children, his mate and he loved it. When he couldn't be a warrior anymore, he still wanted to serve it. Now he was beginning to enjoy the role. It was a new life within his life, a way to head down a new path and see some new sights, all while serving his beloved Skyclan.

Empress Of Evil
November 17th, 2017, 09:33 PM
daypaw looked around, eyes focusing on the cat who stepped forward. they didnt know what they were expecting, they had never had a proper ceremony before. they had never visited starclan deliberately, and for good reason. at the sight of a starclan cat they couldnt help but let their fur bristle, amber hues focusing on every little movement the shecat made. they knew when taking on the role as a medicine cat they would be involved with starclan greatly, but that didnt mean they had to accept it. they wanted to do thing their own way, starclan involvement or not.

¨what if i dont accept my name. what if im not ready.¨ they mewed coolly. everything up to this point had made them constantly question their role. with geckoleafs disappearance, with the violence happening between their clans,with the lack of herbs and their clan mates dying around them because of said problems. it hurt, it all did. it was stressful. and the fact that gecko wasn't the one giving them their ceremony stung beyond comprehension. the role had taken both a tole on them emotionally but physically. but when it came down to it, they had put their patients first. no matter what came to be, their work had always driven them. it was a lot to take in, to officially leave the possible life of a warrior behind for good. they knew in their heart that this was what they were meant to do, but they couldnt help but think of small things like what kind of warrior they wouldve been, if they would've been a good mentor to someone,if they could've been leader one day.

they knew this was what they were meant to do, but it helped to have some reassurance--anything.

The young former warrior waited patiently for a response. She was certain that they would say ‘I do’. After all, what kind of a cat didn’t want to serve their clan as an official medicine cat with their full name? It would be an honour! That is, if that was your passion. Crimsontiger personally didn’t see serving her clan as a medicine cat an honour, mostly because she’d never had much of a liking for the occupation, and she still didn’t. She might as well go ahead with the ceremony, but that wouldn’t be right. Waiting for the cat to say ‘I do’ was an important part of the ceremony and it was something that could not be skipped.

Daypaw gave their response and Crimsontiger opened her mouth to speak the next set of words, but she suddenly registered what they’d just said and she faltered. Her smile dropped and her eyes widened as she stared at the other cat. The she-cat wasn’t sure what to think of this. She had a whole heap of emotions coming at her, all at once. Ones like shock and confusion, and even a little bit of anger. Were they saying that they didn’t want to serve their clan? “Are you saying that you don’t want to serve your clan as a full medicine cat?” Crimsontiger asked, using a demanding tone to blurt her thoughts out loud before she could think about it. Her temper was coming out again. It had been hidden for so long, and now that fiery attitude that she owned was coming back. The she-cat was so confused. She calmed herself down and let their words run through her head on repeat. They’d suggested that they were not ready. “You are ready,” she said, her voice taut as she kept the anger down. “I would not be here today if I didn’t know that you are ready. I’ve watched you and I’ve watched you go through everything that you have experienced. I know that you deserve your name,” Crimsontiger said. The ebony feline had never really been good at encouraging others and telling them about how ready they were. When she was alive, she’d never cared enough for the confidence of others to help them. But this was one of those times where she just had to do it.

graves
November 18th, 2017, 04:35 PM
The young former warrior waited patiently for a response. She was certain that they would say ‘I do’. After all, what kind of a cat didn’t want to serve their clan as an official medicine cat with their full name? It would be an honour! That is, if that was your passion. Crimsontiger personally didn’t see serving her clan as a medicine cat an honour, mostly because she’d never had much of a liking for the occupation, and she still didn’t. She might as well go ahead with the ceremony, but that wouldn’t be right. Waiting for the cat to say ‘I do’ was an important part of the ceremony and it was something that could not be skipped.

Daypaw gave their response and Crimsontiger opened her mouth to speak the next set of words, but she suddenly registered what they’d just said and she faltered. Her smile dropped and her eyes widened as she stared at the other cat. The she-cat wasn’t sure what to think of this. She had a whole heap of emotions coming at her, all at once. Ones like shock and confusion, and even a little bit of anger. Were they saying that they didn’t want to serve their clan? “Are you saying that you don’t want to serve your clan as a full medicine cat?” Crimsontiger asked, using a demanding tone to blurt her thoughts out loud before she could think about it. Her temper was coming out again. It had been hidden for so long, and now that fiery attitude that she owned was coming back. The she-cat was so confused. She calmed herself down and let their words run through her head on repeat. They’d suggested that they were not ready. “You are ready,” she said, her voice taut as she kept the anger down. “I would not be here today if I didn’t know that you are ready. I’ve watched you and I’ve watched you go through everything that you have experienced. I know that you deserve your name,” Crimsontiger said. The ebony feline had never really been good at encouraging others and telling them about how ready they were. When she was alive, she’d never cared enough for the confidence of others to help them. But this was one of those times where she just had to do it.

daypaws eyes went into slits at her question. are you saying you dont want to serve your clan? on the surface it could seem like they didnt, that they thought everything was crap and could be doing better things. but when you looked past that, they were a hard worker. motivated with healing, driven beyond the turning point and they still did their job. ¨there is a difference between serving your clan, and serving starry cats who play god.¨ they mewed. they didnt care if this warrior had died long ago. respect was earned, not given aimlessly. at least, thats how they saw it. in the past most medicine cats stuck close to starclan, they went to them for advice, amens, and so on. served them. daypaw wanted to do things different. this didnt mean they were cutting themselves off from starclan entirely, no, but they would not praise them, or even be around them if its not necessary. they had watched cats being stripped from life, they had looked into warriors eyes as they took their final breaths. death was normal, too normal, and it was sickening.

they were ready. even if the warriors support wasnt the best,daypaw could tell that she was trying. it was all the reassurance they needed. they closed their eyes for a moment. they thought of their mother, marigoldfur. they didnt talk anymore because of daypaw disowning her as a mother. they wondered how proud she would be of them. they thought about their siblings. they thought about nightpaw, how she would probably gush about their new name. they thought about geckoleaf and cricketpaw. they wondered if gecko was okay. they wished she were here.

they opened their eyes, taking a step forward, dipping their head.
¨I do.¨

Dust
November 19th, 2017, 07:52 AM
Oh how he'd missed feeling her fur against his. For a long moment, Shinefang didn't say anything. They just sat there together in the meadow, her tail resting gently on his shoulder as the lush, green fields swayed in breeze. At last, he heaved a heavy sigh. "So, do the foxhearts want me as Skyclan's medicine cat? I pretty much just took the role. I didn't have some magically prophecy of whatever. It just felt like what Skyclan needed." Throughout all the loss and pain, while his family and loved ones left him, Shinefang had always had Skyclan. It was his home, his children, his mate and he loved it. When he couldn't be a warrior anymore, he still wanted to serve it. Now he was beginning to enjoy the role. It was a new life within his life, a way to head down a new path and see some new sights, all while serving his beloved Skyclan.

She couldn't help but stifle a purr at Shinefang's words. Of course Starclan wanted him. Maybe he hadn't been shown some amazing prophecy, or have the closest relationship with Starclan, but Slatepelt knew that of anyone, her mate deserved this opportunity. Past all the thorns and barriers he had created to keep those from his heart, she knew he was a sweet, kind cat with a heart big enough to help all five clans. Shaking her head, Slatepelt entwined her tail with his, "Yes, you wouldn't be here otherwise." She stated briskly, her eyes shining with pride. Perhaps their lives would have been different had she lived, but the pieces were falling into place now. The starclan warrior believed in him. She believed that he was made for this, even before her death.

Charmer
November 19th, 2017, 07:13 PM
She couldn't help but stifle a purr at Shinefang's words. Of course Starclan wanted him. Maybe he hadn't been shown some amazing prophecy, or have the closest relationship with Starclan, but Slatepelt knew that of anyone, her mate deserved this opportunity. Past all the thorns and barriers he had created to keep those from his heart, she knew he was a sweet, kind cat with a heart big enough to help all five clans. Shaking her head, Slatepelt entwined her tail with his, "Yes, you wouldn't be here otherwise." She stated briskly, her eyes shining with pride. Perhaps their lives would have been different had she lived, but the pieces were falling into place now. The starclan warrior believed in him. She believed that he was made for this, even before her death.

One of the old tom's shredded ears, "I suppose I can't argue there." Starclan may be made up of greedy foxhearts who only knew taking, but they were powerful alright. Tentatively, he let her twine his tail with his. Shinefang had lived a full life as a warrior. He had fought and provided for his clan, he'd seen leader's come and go. It was strange to see his life beginning again in a sense. He supposed he should be thankful. Not many cats got to live two lives. But he would have traded it all for just one life with Slatepelt. Even now as she sat beside him, pressed against his fur, as nice as it felt, he couldn't let her in. He couldn't bring himself to feel the freeing, unguarded love that he'd felt before. Some part of him wailed for that unquestioned love, but he couldn't. Not yet at least. Maybe not ever. He had hurt too long and too intensely and used anger as a healing balm until he had gone numb. But even so...perhaps he could just stay here with her a little longer. "So what happens now? Do I see a vision or does Daypaw just wake up and declare me a certified medicine cat? And if your twinkly friends have advise about this Thunderclan and Windclan foxdung, that would be nice too."

Empress Of Evil
November 21st, 2017, 02:57 AM
daypaws eyes went into slits at her question. are you saying you dont want to serve your clan? on the surface it could seem like they didnt, that they thought everything was crap and could be doing better things. but when you looked past that, they were a hard worker. motivated with healing, driven beyond the turning point and they still did their job. ¨there is a difference between serving your clan, and serving starry cats who play god.¨ they mewed. they didnt care if this warrior had died long ago. respect was earned, not given aimlessly. at least, thats how they saw it. in the past most medicine cats stuck close to starclan, they went to them for advice, amens, and so on. served them. daypaw wanted to do things different. this didnt mean they were cutting themselves off from starclan entirely, no, but they would not praise them, or even be around them if its not necessary. they had watched cats being stripped from life, they had looked into warriors eyes as they took their final breaths. death was normal, too normal, and it was sickening.

they were ready. even if the warriors support wasnt the best,daypaw could tell that she was trying. it was all the reassurance they needed. they closed their eyes for a moment. they thought of their mother, marigoldfur. they didnt talk anymore because of daypaw disowning her as a mother. they wondered how proud she would be of them. they thought about their siblings. they thought about nightpaw, how she would probably gush about their new name. they thought about geckoleaf and cricketpaw. they wondered if gecko was okay. they wished she were here.

they opened their eyes, taking a step forward, dipping their head.
¨I do.¨

The ebony she-cat found herself gritting her teeth at his response. Starry cats that play God? That triggered her. “StarClan do not play God!” Crimsontiger hissed, her eyes narrowing. It had been a while since a cat had gotten onto her nerves in the way that Daypaw was. “We are your ancestors and the cats who watch over you. We are powerless against anything that happens to you, for we can do nothing but give warnings. We know this and we do not consider ourselves gods,” Crimsontiger said. She shut her eyes and her jaw tightened with the urge to say more, but she refrained herself from doing so. Take it easy Crimson, don’t make them less willing to listen, she told herself. She inhaled and opened her eyes before she exhaled. The she-cat didn’t like the way that the cat spoke in a way that showed the little amount of respect that they had for her. She understood that she had not yet earned the respect of the young cat, but even so, they could at least try and act like they cared to be respectful. Still, the she-cat couldn’t complain too much. The former warrior had never been particularly respectful when she was alive.

“Right then,” she muttered as Daypaw accepted the terms. She straightened her posture and composed herself. Any anger that had been on her face before was now gone and it was as though nothing had happened. “Then by the powers of StarClan I give you your true name as a medicine cat. Daypaw, from this moment you will be known as Daydream. StarClan honors your work driven attitude and your ability to be straightforward, and we welcome you as a full medicine cat of ShadowClan.”

graves
November 21st, 2017, 07:32 PM
The ebony she-cat found herself gritting her teeth at his response. Starry cats that play God? That triggered her. “StarClan do not play God!” Crimsontiger hissed, her eyes narrowing. It had been a while since a cat had gotten onto her nerves in the way that Daypaw was. “We are your ancestors and the cats who watch over you. We are powerless against anything that happens to you, for we can do nothing but give warnings. We know this and we do not consider ourselves gods,” Crimsontiger said. She shut her eyes and her jaw tightened with the urge to say more, but she refrained herself from doing so. Take it easy Crimson, don’t make them less willing to listen, she told herself. She inhaled and opened her eyes before she exhaled. The she-cat didn’t like the way that the cat spoke in a way that showed the little amount of respect that they had for her. She understood that she had not yet earned the respect of the young cat, but even so, they could at least try and act like they cared to be respectful. Still, the she-cat couldn’t complain too much. The former warrior had never been particularly respectful when she was alive.

“Right then,” she muttered as Daypaw accepted the terms. She straightened her posture and composed herself. Any anger that had been on her face before was now gone and it was as though nothing had happened. “Then by the powers of StarClan I give you your true name as a medicine cat. Daypaw, from this moment you will be known as Daydream. StarClan honors your work driven attitude and your ability to be straightforward, and we welcome you as a full medicine cat of ShadowClan.”


they were in no mood to argue with their disagreements, id only be talking to a brick wall. they now had their full name. daydream. they were a full medcat now yet they felt so empty. perhaps it was because cricketpaw werent here with them, getting their names together. or maybe it was because it was some starclan cat giving them their name instead of geckoleaf. after this, they would have to face reality that they have no one. that they are now dedicated for their life with this name, to serve and heal their clan. of course daydream would do this without a heartbeat, but they now felt bitter somehow. bitter because they had nothing to go to after they got home.

¨thank you.¨ they said after a moment. it was the only respect daydream would give that shecat.

soon they were fading out back into reality, the starclan cat infront of them became hazy and faded. soon, they woke. the cave of course had them three in it but shienfang was asleep, and juniperpaw who they assumed was awake;having no purpose to see starclan. after all this time they had wondered truly what had been going on with her, and after finding out it was geckoleafs disappearance, they had been just as heartbroken as they molly. but they had never talked about it before this point. they spoke.

¨youre going to need someone to mentor you, juniperpaw.¨
AbsurdJinx Charmer [charm, hop ein when ur done with ur rp with dust!]

Dust
November 21st, 2017, 10:18 PM
One of the old tom's shredded ears, "I suppose I can't argue there." Starclan may be made up of greedy foxhearts who only knew taking, but they were powerful alright. Tentatively, he let her twine his tail with his. Shinefang had lived a full life as a warrior. He had fought and provided for his clan, he'd seen leader's come and go. It was strange to see his life beginning again in a sense. He supposed he should be thankful. Not many cats got to live two lives. But he would have traded it all for just one life with Slatepelt. Even now as she sat beside him, pressed against his fur, as nice as it felt, he couldn't let her in. He couldn't bring himself to feel the freeing, unguarded love that he'd felt before. Some part of him wailed for that unquestioned love, but he couldn't. Not yet at least. Maybe not ever. He had hurt too long and too intensely and used anger as a healing balm until he had gone numb. But even so...perhaps he could just stay here with her a little longer. "So what happens now? Do I see a vision or does Daypaw just wake up and declare me a certified medicine cat? And if your twinkly friends have advise about this Thunderclan and Windclan foxdung, that would be nice too."

Focusing on the ceremony for a short moment, Slatepelt rested her gaze on Shinefang once more. There would never be enough time for her to rebuild her relationship with the medicine cat, at least not while he was alive. Ignoring the remorse that settled in the pit of her stomach, the Starclan warrior tentatively rose to her paws and pulled away from Shinefang. She stood in place for a brief moment, eyes closed as she inhaled the cool air. "You are Skyclan's medicine cat now, whether Daydream tells you otherwise. I imagine you two should get along well." She teased gently, her eyes softening as she turned to look back at him. "You will know when Starclan comes to you. Do your best to serve your clan... and you could learn a thing or two from your fellow medicine cats." She chuckled, her opaque form beginning to fade into a transparent grey. It was time for him to leave, to wake up and return to the living world. "I'll see you again." Her words echoed, the promise lingering in the still air as she faded completely from vision.

AbsurdJinx
November 22nd, 2017, 01:46 PM
they were in no mood to argue with their disagreements, id only be talking to a brick wall. they now had their full name. daydream. they were a full medcat now yet they felt so empty. perhaps it was because cricketpaw werent here with them, getting their names together. or maybe it was because it was some starclan cat giving them their name instead of geckoleaf. after this, they would have to face reality that they have no one. that they are now dedicated for their life with this name, to serve and heal their clan. of course daydream would do this without a heartbeat, but they now felt bitter somehow. bitter because they had nothing to go to after they got home.

¨thank you.¨ they said after a moment. it was the only respect daydream would give that shecat.

soon they were fading out back into reality, the starclan cat infront of them became hazy and faded. soon, they woke. the cave of course had them three in it but shienfang was asleep, and juniperpaw who they assumed was awake;having no purpose to see starclan. after all this time they had wondered truly what had been going on with her, and after finding out it was geckoleafs disappearance, they had been just as heartbroken as they molly. but they had never talked about it before this point. they spoke.

¨youre going to need someone to mentor you, juniperpaw.¨
@AbsurdJinx (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=192) @Charmer (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=3886) [charm, hop ein when ur done with ur rp with dust!]

Charmer


Juniperpaw had simply been pouncing on a small pebble, paws wrapping around the rock when she landed on it with a faint grunt. She would release a triumphant grin, tail lashing victoriously. She didn't have much of a reason to see StarClan, having only attended to be there when Daypaw got their full name and be one of the first to greet Shinefang as a complete medicine cat. Juniperpaw, after getting bored of attacking a lifeless rock, crumpled on the hard ground. She impatiently waited for her friends to awake.


She was incredibly excited when Daypaw woke, head sharply rising as her friend spoke. Juniperpaw smiled, jumping to her paws and padding towards them. ``Yeah,`` she meowed casually, rather oblivious to where Daypaw was going with this. Juniperpaw was quick to change the subject, having become uninterested in the current topic. ``Hey, what's your new name? You got one, didn't you?``

Charmer
November 22nd, 2017, 11:23 PM
Charmer


Juniperpaw had simply been pouncing on a small pebble, paws wrapping around the rock when she landed on it with a faint grunt. She would release a triumphant grin, tail lashing victoriously. She didn't have much of a reason to see StarClan, having only attended to be there when Daypaw got their full name and be one of the first to greet Shinefang as a complete medicine cat. Juniperpaw, after getting bored of attacking a lifeless rock, crumpled on the hard ground. She impatiently waited for her friends to awake.


She was incredibly excited when Daypaw woke, head sharply rising as her friend spoke. Juniperpaw smiled, jumping to her paws and padding towards them. ``Yeah,`` she meowed casually, rather oblivious to where Daypaw was going with this. Juniperpaw was quick to change the subject, having become uninterested in the current topic. ``Hey, what's your new name? You got one, didn't you?``


woly

As Slatepelt’s form began to fade along with the fields of Starclan, Shinefang felt himself surrounded by darkness for just a moment before he had the sensation of falling. It was like he was high up in a tree and the limb hadn’t snapped so much as realized it didn’t exist.

With a loud snort and a flurry of flailing limbs, Shinefang quickly got to his feet. “Huh? What!” He shouted, staring around wildly with his eye before remembering where he was. “Oh right. Did I fall asleep? Sorry about that. Seriously kits, never get old.” The events from the dream he had were beginning to trickle back to him as he more fully woke. Glancing at the Shadowclan medicine cat, a mischievous smirk flitted across his twisted and scarred mouth. “Oh ho! Daypaw. I guess it’s not Daypaw anymore. A little twinkling cat tells me you’re official, Dreamer. Congratulations.”

graves
November 23rd, 2017, 11:22 PM
woly

As Slatepelt’s form began to fade along with the fields of Starclan, Shinefang felt himself surrounded by darkness for just a moment before he had the sensation of falling. It was like he was high up in a tree and the limb hadn’t snapped so much as realized it didn’t exist.

With a loud snort and a flurry of flailing limbs, Shinefang quickly got to his feet. “Huh? What!” He shouted, staring around wildly with his eye before remembering where he was. “Oh right. Did I fall asleep? Sorry about that. Seriously kits, never get old.” The events from the dream he had were beginning to trickle back to him as he more fully woke. Glancing at the Shadowclan medicine cat, a mischievous smirk flitted across his twisted and scarred mouth. “Oh ho! Daypaw. I guess it’s not Daypaw anymore. A little twinkling cat tells me you’re official, Dreamer. Congratulations.”

Charmer


Juniperpaw had simply been pouncing on a small pebble, paws wrapping around the rock when she landed on it with a faint grunt. She would release a triumphant grin, tail lashing victoriously. She didn't have much of a reason to see StarClan, having only attended to be there when Daypaw got their full name and be one of the first to greet Shinefang as a complete medicine cat. Juniperpaw, after getting bored of attacking a lifeless rock, crumpled on the hard ground. She impatiently waited for her friends to awake.


She was incredibly excited when Daypaw woke, head sharply rising as her friend spoke. Juniperpaw smiled, jumping to her paws and padding towards them. ``Yeah,`` she meowed casually, rather oblivious to where Daypaw was going with this. Juniperpaw was quick to change the subject, having become uninterested in the current topic. ``Hey, what's your new name? You got one, didn't you?``

¨its daydream.¨ they mewed. they stayed silent for a moment after that. when they thought about it, their name was somewhat of a mockery. they barely slept as it was, much less have good dreams. but that was only the pessimist side of their name, with daypaw-,no,daydream was. they decided to look on the bright side of things for once. ¨i dont know what my suffix truly means to my personality, but i like it i suppose.¨ i wish geckoleaf couldve given it to me. they thought lingered in their head bitterly. would gecko given them a different name? would she have given them something different? their mind went in all directions until they shook their head slightly, looking at the two medcat infront of them. ¨does this mean i have to train two newbies now?¨ they mewed jokingly. surprising, considered daydream never made jokes.

AbsurdJinx
November 24th, 2017, 08:58 PM
Charmer woly


Juniperpaw didn't think the suffix `-dream` fit the ShadowClan medicine cat too much - personality-wise, that is, but she wasn't about to complain. Daydream was a very handsome name, after all. It made Juniperpaw wonder what her full name will be, but then she reminded herself that she was far off from earning that name. Casting a glance at Shinefang who had awoken and congratulated Daydream, Juniperpaw found herself bouncing towards the elder tom and greeting him by brushing against him. ``Yeah, Daypaw- Daydream, congratulations!``


It seemed like Daydream was zoning off and Juniperpaw was about to bring them back to reality, but then the ShadowClan cat shook their head and said something that would shock Juniperpaw for eternity. From beside Shinefang, her jaw dropped, and she stared at Daydream through wide, surprised eyes. After a few moments where Juniperpaw tried to absorb what happened, she meowed cautiously, ``Did you just... did you just tell a joke?``

Charmer
November 24th, 2017, 09:15 PM
¨its daydream.¨ they mewed. they stayed silent for a moment after that. when they thought about it, their name was somewhat of a mockery. they barely slept as it was, much less have good dreams. but that was only the pessimist side of their name, with daypaw-,no,daydream was. they decided to look on the bright side of things for once. ¨i dont know what my suffix truly means to my personality, but i like it i suppose.¨ i wish geckoleaf couldve given it to me. they thought lingered in their head bitterly. would gecko given them a different name? would she have given them something different? their mind went in all directions until they shook their head slightly, looking at the two medcat infront of them. ¨does this mean i have to train two newbies now?¨ they mewed jokingly. surprising, considered daydream never made jokes.
Charmer woly


Juniperpaw didn't think the suffix `-dream` fit the ShadowClan medicine cat too much - personality-wise, that is, but she wasn't about to complain. Daydream was a very handsome name, after all. It made Juniperpaw wonder what her full name will be, but then she reminded herself that she was far off from earning that name. Casting a glance at Shinefang who had awoken and congratulated Daydream, Juniperpaw found herself bouncing towards the elder tom and greeting him by brushing against him. ``Yeah, Daypaw- Daydream, congratulations!``


It seemed like Daydream was zoning off and Juniperpaw was about to bring them back to reality, but then the ShadowClan cat shook their head and said something that would shock Juniperpaw for eternity. From beside Shinefang, her jaw dropped, and she stared at Daydream through wide, surprised eyes. After a few moments where Juniperpaw tried to absorb what happened, she meowed cautiously, ``Did you just... did you just tell a joke?``


Shinefang's whisker's gave a twitch of amusement at Daydream's remark. "Yeah you can start by teaching me what herbs to use on my old joints to make them less stiff in cold weather. Otherwise trekking out here once a moon all leafbare is gonna be a pain in the tail. That stuff I don't know all that much about. I can heal battle wounds at least." Shinefang turned to Juniperpaw, "And if Daydream doesn't mind letting me share in your training, I'd be happy to teach you what I know about that." Shinefang looked back up at Daydream. The enby should have a say in this as well, especially if they were stepping into the mentor role for the younger cat. "So, Daydream," he said, switching subjects, "Got any magic words to make me official?"

graves
November 24th, 2017, 11:35 PM
Charmer woly


Juniperpaw didn't think the suffix `-dream` fit the ShadowClan medicine cat too much - personality-wise, that is, but she wasn't about to complain. Daydream was a very handsome name, after all. It made Juniperpaw wonder what her full name will be, but then she reminded herself that she was far off from earning that name. Casting a glance at Shinefang who had awoken and congratulated Daydream, Juniperpaw found herself bouncing towards the elder tom and greeting him by brushing against him. ``Yeah, Daypaw- Daydream, congratulations!``


It seemed like Daydream was zoning off and Juniperpaw was about to bring them back to reality, but then the ShadowClan cat shook their head and said something that would shock Juniperpaw for eternity. From beside Shinefang, her jaw dropped, and she stared at Daydream through wide, surprised eyes. After a few moments where Juniperpaw tried to absorb what happened, she meowed cautiously, ``Did you just... did you just tell a joke?``

Shinefang's whisker's gave a twitch of amusement at Daydream's remark. "Yeah you can start by teaching me what herbs to use on my old joints to make them less stiff in cold weather. Otherwise trekking out here once a moon all leafbare is gonna be a pain in the tail. That stuff I don't know all that much about. I can heal battle wounds at least." Shinefang turned to Juniperpaw, "And if Daydream doesn't mind letting me share in your training, I'd be happy to teach you what I know about that." Shinefang looked back up at Daydream. The enby should have a say in this as well, especially if they were stepping into the mentor role for the younger cat. "So, Daydream," he said, switching subjects, "Got any magic words to make me official?"
daydream rolled their eyes towards juniperpaw,¨i can joke around, surprisingly.¨ they mewed. then, they let their gaze set on shinefang for a moment. they knew they were going to be the one that made shinefang official, but it felt surreal. they themself still felt like an apprentice. but they werent anymore, they were grown up.¨i dont mind sharing training duties. shadowclan is welcome to the both of you regarding training, or anything, really.¨ it wasnt often that daydream was open and kind like this, but when it came to certian things, they were. at the mention of shienfangs being official, they mewed, ¨yes, of course.¨ the huffed, standing up and walking towards the elder. as grumpy as daydream was, they were serious about their purpose, their job. amber hues stared into his seriously, opening their maw,¨Shinefang,is it your wish to enter the mysteries of Starclan as a medicine cat?¨ even mentioning starclan left a bitter taste in their mouth. they didnt see starclan as important, or cats that they needed to be guided from. they were dead. after hearing an expectant i do, they continued,¨warriors of starclan, i present you this apprentice. he has chosen the path of a medicine cat. grant him your insight so that he may understand your ways and heal his clan in accordance with your will.¨ the wording seemed fake, soly purposed on the subject of starclan. they themself never even had a proper apprentice ceremony.

AbsurdJinx
November 26th, 2017, 05:57 PM
woly Charmer


Juniperpaw was ecstatic at the idea of having two mentors, both of them she considered to be her close friends - and maybe even family. She smiled gratefully at the older tomcat, an excited gleam visible in her dark eyes. And she released a high-pitched thrilled sound when Daydream accepted Shinefang's request. We'll see each other all the time now! Awesome! Let's hope they don't get sick of me. Juniperpaw stepped back to give both Shinefang and Daydream space for the ceremony. She watched on through wide and fascinated eyes, despite the obvious lack of faith in their warrior ancestors, but Juniperpaw wasn't going to complain. After all, everyone had their own beliefs, and she respected that, though it was odd to hear Shinefang being referred to as an apprentice.


She remembered when Geckoleaf brought her to the Starcave to preform her ceremony, and Juniperpaw had never been more excited as she had been, at the time, oblivious of her clanmates' resentment. Juniperpaw cheered, ``Yeah, Shinefang! You're officially one of us now! Does that mean I was a medicine cat before you, despite your age? Hey, how old are you?`` A teasing smirk stretched across the apprentice's muzzle, but she looked upon Shinefang with admiration and warmth.

Charmer
November 26th, 2017, 08:30 PM
daydream rolled their eyes towards juniperpaw,¨i can joke around, surprisingly.¨ they mewed. then, they let their gaze set on shinefang for a moment. they knew they were going to be the one that made shinefang official, but it felt surreal. they themself still felt like an apprentice. but they werent anymore, they were grown up.¨i dont mind sharing training duties. shadowclan is welcome to the both of you regarding training, or anything, really.¨ it wasnt often that daydream was open and kind like this, but when it came to certian things, they were. at the mention of shienfangs being official, they mewed, ¨yes, of course.¨ the huffed, standing up and walking towards the elder. as grumpy as daydream was, they were serious about their purpose, their job. amber hues stared into his seriously, opening their maw,¨Shinefang,is it your wish to enter the mysteries of Starclan as a medicine cat?¨ even mentioning starclan left a bitter taste in their mouth. they didnt see starclan as important, or cats that they needed to be guided from. they were dead. after hearing an expectant i do, they continued,¨warriors of starclan, i present you this apprentice. he has chosen the path of a medicine cat. grant him your insight so that he may understand your ways and heal his clan in accordance with your will.¨ the wording seemed fake, soly purposed on the subject of starclan. they themself never even had a proper apprentice ceremony.
woly Charmer


Juniperpaw was ecstatic at the idea of having two mentors, both of them she considered to be her close friends - and maybe even family. She smiled gratefully at the older tomcat, an excited gleam visible in her dark eyes. And she released a high-pitched thrilled sound when Daydream accepted Shinefang's request. We'll see each other all the time now! Awesome! Let's hope they don't get sick of me. Juniperpaw stepped back to give both Shinefang and Daydream space for the ceremony. She watched on through wide and fascinated eyes, despite the obvious lack of faith in their warrior ancestors, but Juniperpaw wasn't going to complain. After all, everyone had their own beliefs, and she respected that, though it was odd to hear Shinefang being referred to as an apprentice.


She remembered when Geckoleaf brought her to the Starcave to preform her ceremony, and Juniperpaw had never been more excited as she had been, at the time, oblivious of her clanmates' resentment. Juniperpaw cheered, ``Yeah, Shinefang! You're officially one of us now! Does that mean I was a medicine cat before you, despite your age? Hey, how old are you?`` A teasing smirk stretched across the apprentice's muzzle, but she looked upon Shinefang with admiration and warmth.


"I do." With those two little words, Shinefang's life as a warrior was over. For so many moons he'd served his clan, fighting and hunting, and now here he was embarking on a whole new journey in service to Skyclan. "Daydream, you just broke the heart of every shecat in Skyclan." The old tom chuckled at his own joke, his tail swishing behind him. He looked over at Juniperpaw, whisker's twitching. "I guess so, Junebug. And maybe so. I may not have all the official training, but I can heal wounds and keep them from getting infected. I was actually going to show a few Skyclan warriors how to do some basic healing tomorrow so that if anything happens to me, Skyclan won't be left without a cat who can do that much. Hey, you ought to come to Skyclan for that. It won't be much, but you'll know some of the basics at least." The old tom snickered at the question about his age. "I'm ninety-eight moons old. Can you believe I'm still this handsome?" he asked, smiling good naturally before turning back to Daydream. "So, herbs for my old joints: Any suggestions, Dreamer?"

graves
November 27th, 2017, 05:34 PM
woly Charmer


Juniperpaw was ecstatic at the idea of having two mentors, both of them she considered to be her close friends - and maybe even family. She smiled gratefully at the older tomcat, an excited gleam visible in her dark eyes. And she released a high-pitched thrilled sound when Daydream accepted Shinefang's request. We'll see each other all the time now! Awesome! Let's hope they don't get sick of me. Juniperpaw stepped back to give both Shinefang and Daydream space for the ceremony. She watched on through wide and fascinated eyes, despite the obvious lack of faith in their warrior ancestors, but Juniperpaw wasn't going to complain. After all, everyone had their own beliefs, and she respected that, though it was odd to hear Shinefang being referred to as an apprentice.


She remembered when Geckoleaf brought her to the Starcave to preform her ceremony, and Juniperpaw had never been more excited as she had been, at the time, oblivious of her clanmates' resentment. Juniperpaw cheered, ``Yeah, Shinefang! You're officially one of us now! Does that mean I was a medicine cat before you, despite your age? Hey, how old are you?`` A teasing smirk stretched across the apprentice's muzzle, but she looked upon Shinefang with admiration and warmth.

"I do." With those two little words, Shinefang's life as a warrior was over. For so many moons he'd served his clan, fighting and hunting, and now here he was embarking on a whole new journey in service to Skyclan. "Daydream, you just broke the heart of every shecat in Skyclan." The old tom chuckled at his own joke, his tail swishing behind him. He looked over at Juniperpaw, whisker's twitching. "I guess so, Junebug. And maybe so. I may not have all the official training, but I can heal wounds and keep them from getting infected. I was actually going to show a few Skyclan warriors how to do some basic healing tomorrow so that if anything happens to me, Skyclan won't be left without a cat who can do that much. Hey, you ought to come to Skyclan for that. It won't be much, but you'll know some of the basics at least." The old tom snickered at the question about his age. "I'm ninety-eight moons old. Can you believe I'm still this handsome?" he asked, smiling good naturally before turning back to Daydream. "So, herbs for my old joints: Any suggestions, Dreamer?"
¨i think shinefang is as old as time, june.¨ daydream snorted. they werent close with the newest medicien cat, caliapaw, or the oldest, surgestorm, but they felt more comfortable having more bonds. they could remember when they were the newbie. how their ceremony went. surrounded by geckoleaf and surge,ebonypaw,skyclans old medcat, and wheatfur. how the times have changed. now, they were the second oldest of the medcats. ¨for joints? huckleberry is good for muscle pain, daisy leaves are good for aching joints..¨ they looked at the ground in thought, before sighing,¨its hard to explain what they look like without them right infront of me, seeing as most leaves look the same. guess it requires a training session.¨

AbsurdJinx
November 27th, 2017, 06:48 PM
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Juniperpaw turned away from Shinefang, silently gagging, as the older tomcat pretended he was handsome. As he mentioned her visiting SkyClan, she whipped back around with an excited expression across her face. ``Oh, I'll be there!`` A faraway grin stretched across her muzzle, and she imagined what it would be like to train alongside Shinefang and a couple SkyClan cats. She laughed at Daydream's comment on Shinefang's age, blinking away the amused tears that lined her eyes. She couldn't believe the ShadowClan medicine cat was acting so... so different! Juniperpaw really enjoyed Daydream's happiness, and wished this side of the feline was displayed more often. ``Yes! A journey to ShadowClan! Awesome!`` Juniperpaw stood tall, excited for her future expeditions to both SkyClan and ShadowClan.

Charmer
November 27th, 2017, 10:13 PM
¨i think shinefang is as old as time, june.¨ daydream snorted. they werent close with the newest medicien cat, caliapaw, or the oldest, surgestorm, but they felt more comfortable having more bonds. they could remember when they were the newbie. how their ceremony went. surrounded by geckoleaf and surge,ebonypaw,skyclans old medcat, and wheatfur. how the times have changed. now, they were the second oldest of the medcats. ¨for joints? huckleberry is good for muscle pain, daisy leaves are good for aching joints..¨ they looked at the ground in thought, before sighing,¨its hard to explain what they look like without them right infront of me, seeing as most leaves look the same. guess it requires a training session.¨
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Juniperpaw turned away from Shinefang, silently gagging, as the older tomcat pretended he was handsome. As he mentioned her visiting SkyClan, she whipped back around with an excited expression across her face. ``Oh, I'll be there!`` A faraway grin stretched across her muzzle, and she imagined what it would be like to train alongside Shinefang and a couple SkyClan cats. She laughed at Daydream's comment on Shinefang's age, blinking away the amused tears that lined her eyes. She couldn't believe the ShadowClan medicine cat was acting so... so different! Juniperpaw really enjoyed Daydream's happiness, and wished this side of the feline was displayed more often. ``Yes! A journey to ShadowClan! Awesome!`` Juniperpaw stood tall, excited for her future expeditions to both SkyClan and ShadowClan.



Shinefang listened as Daydream described the herbs to use. They were both leaves, which was a good place to start, but without knowing what they looked or smelled like it did little good. “I would appreciate a lesson if you have time. Unless a cat is bleeding there’s not a whole lot I know how to do.” The old tom’s fumbling attempt to treat s case of bellyache had been an embarrassing reminder of his limited knowledge of herbs. Plus, Slatepelt told him to try and learn from other medicine cats, after all. “I could come by the day after tomorrow unless I have some kind of emergency.”

He smiled at Juniperpaw. “Good.” Already, the old tom enjoyed the the apprentice’s company. She had an energy that reminded him of the days when he used to play with the kits in ghe Skyclan nursery. He stopped going to visit after he lost his own. It hurt too much. This was refreshing though. “So then, I think we’re done, right?” Shinefang leaned into Juniperpaw and jokingly whispered, “I wonder what my full medicine cat name will be.”

Starfall
November 28th, 2017, 12:07 PM
@AbsurdJinx
Hexict [Compassion] RedHead [Acceptance] ~rattlesnake~ [Endurance] Mystical [Forgiveness] Lonestar23 Fern [Loyalty]
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[You all have today and tomorrow to post /v\ so there's no rush lovelies :heartbounce: ]

The ebony warrior placed his paw inside the cave, shuddering slightly at how cold the stone was on his pads. He was still trying to process the fact that he was now the leader of Riverclan, it was too much to be honest. He thought he was going to die before taking on such a large roll, Russetstar was a young, wise tom, he had many moons to mend and protect his clan, make allies, keep peace, that was what the russet tom wished....at least that's what the older feline thought the former leader wished. He shook his head and took a deep breath as he stepped forward, deeper into the blue tinted cave. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears, and his pawsteps met his hearts beat, a gentle rhythm that had a bit of a skip and ended with slight hesitation, this was to be expected of course. Fallenstream's lapis orbs traced every nook and cranny, every dip and point that told the tales of the clans sacred place. He never thought he'd be in here, speaking with his ancestors, for a split second he wished to see Waterstreak...but of course he knew that he would never be able to again, he had heard from his mother that the grey warrior had faded. The soon to be leader stood there and just looked at the stone, taking it all in, up until now it all felt like a dream to the feline, like he was just going to wake up and go about his day like normal, organize patrols and give Russetstar updates about the borders. He flattened his ears and turned to look behind him, seeing if Juniperpaw was there, [I]'She will show up...she is Geckoleaf's apprentice after all.' he thought to himself.

Fallenstream returned his attention to the glistening stone and let out a sigh, he still felt as though he wasn't the right for such a job, after all he had done, he didn't deserve something such as this. How could he be a good leader? After all he had killed one of his own clanmates....and he had despised so many of his leaders and deputies. 'No turning back...better me than no one...or...that's my excuse' he thought to himself as he laid himself down and pressed his pink nose against the cold stone, slumping as he was ripped away from reality and planted into the realm of dreams...realm that was littered with stars and loved ones.

AbsurdJinx
November 29th, 2017, 12:22 PM
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Juniperpaw rushed behind Fallenstream, panting lightly with exhaustion. She'd been distracted by the plenty of sights of the way to the Starcave - she even was lucky enough to catch a fluttering butterfly! - but it put her far behind schedule. She hoped she hadn't missed anything. At only seven moons old, many considered her to still be an irresponsible kit, which explained her urge to frolic on the way to this important ceremony, lunging at the gliding insects and dancing fronds. When she realized Fallenstream was not within sight anymore, she felt panic seize her heart and all she could do was run along the trail she knew would guide her to the Starcave. Luckily, she recognized Fallenstream's scent and was able to catch up with him before he could greet StarClan.

As the older black tomcat turned back to the gleaming stone, Juniperpaw made her appearance. She'd been to the Starcave three times in the past two moons, once for her own ceremony, once with Shinefang and Daydream, and she was here now. All three times she'd been here for ceremonies. Juniperpaw was silent as she calmly padded over to Fallenstream's side. She could only hope her presence was enough to somewhat comfort the tomcat, the same tomcat she would watch as he earned his nine lives and name. She would most definitely be there to support Fallenstream who, unlike Russetstar, seemed to approve of Juniperpaw's place in the clan.

As Fallenstream began the process of meeting StarClan, Juniperpaw took a moment to think of what she was doing. She was going to see StarClan at work, gifting Fallenstream with his lives and the suffix `-star`. Juniperpaw felt like perhaps she'd share an okay relationship with the future leader of RiverClan, better than the poor bond she'd shared with Russetstar, at least. It helped that she was there to share something personal with Fallenstream which may just strengthen their leader-medicine cat bond. Finally, with a heavy inhale, Juniperpaw closed her eyes and joined Fallenstream in a world of stars.

Hexict
November 29th, 2017, 08:02 PM
starfall


The glittering scenery around the cats seemed to shine slightly bright, aware of the important tradition that was about to take place. Watching the new Riverclan leader fading into the area as he slipped from the world of the living for the night, Fallow's paws shifted from her spot among the others meant to also give a life. She felt a bit nervous on the matter. She had been in Starclan for a few moons now, but she still wasn't sure really how to give a life. She had never done it nor ever even witnessed it before. But as Fallenstream fully appeared, and glanced the clearing, she felt her nerves melt away. As she moved in his direction, it was as if she suddenly knew what to do. As if out of nowhere, somehow, giving him a life became almost like instinct.

The beautiful light brown tabby broke out of the line and made her way towards the new leader. As she approached, her orbs shone with something other than the stars in her pelt. Pride. Happiness. Compassion. All these emotions when she watched him with a kind blue gaze. She looked over the tom and wondered what he was thinking, how he was feeling by the change of rank. Is he happy? He's spent much of his life disliking and distrusting leaders and deputies, and now he's one of them. Is he afraid of abusing his power? Afraid that no one would acknowledge him because of his own distrust towards high ranking warriors? But the tabby quickly pushed these thoughts aside. She couldn't guess what he was thinking or how he was feeling. But she hoped that he was happy. The molly ad became his Starclan mentor not too long ago, and even though she knew that he had gotten here himself, she couldn't help but feel prideful at the sight of him about to receive his nine lives and even feeling like she may have been a bit of an influence on it. Even if she didn't, she was happy to have been his mentor during that time.

Stopping in front of him, Fallow's pale tail curled. "Hello Fallenstream," the molly dipped her head respectfully to the ebony leader. "I wish we had enough time for a conversation, to sit and talk... but this is something that must get done," she offered a saddened smile at this, genuinely wanting to simply talk with him. "But before I give you a life, I want you to know: I'm very proud of you. You seem to come from a long way and I'm sure that you are surprised that you have come this far. But I am not. You deserve this." Taking a breath, Fallow then went on to complete her role in the process. "Fallenstream, I grant you the life of Compassion," blue orbs dazzled with her own compassion as she said this. "Compassion is something that all cats should have, and something that a leader such as yourself needs," the deceased cat continued. "Compassion allows you to be concerned for others, to care about them and be able to sympathize and empathize. Use this life to be there for your clanmates in their times of need. Use this life to guide you to make a decision that would benefit you clanmates more than yourself," she stretched her neck out to reach his forehead, touching her nose to it. He'll use this life to prevent himself from becoming the type of powerful cat that he hates. Become one who doesn't abuse their power and harm other simply because they can. The molly then added a quit note in a quieter voice. "Use this life to make a home for all those that live in Riverclan."

"It's been an honor," Fallow dipped her head one last time before returning to the line of cats that await their turn to approach the new leader.

Starfall
November 29th, 2017, 10:53 PM
starfall


The glittering scenery around the cats seemed to shine slightly bright, aware of the important tradition that was about to take place. Watching the new Riverclan leader fading into the area as he slipped from the world of the living for the night, Fallow's paws shifted from her spot among the others meant to also give a life. She felt a bit nervous on the matter. She had been in Starclan for a few moons now, but she still wasn't sure really how to give a life. She had never done it nor ever even witnessed it before. But as Fallenstream fully appeared, and glanced the clearing, she felt her nerves melt away. As she moved in his direction, it was as if she suddenly knew what to do. As if out of nowhere, somehow, giving him a life became almost like instinct.

The beautiful light brown tabby broke out of the line and made her way towards the new leader. As she approached, her orbs shone with something other than the stars in her pelt. Pride. Happiness. Compassion. All these emotions when she watched him with a kind blue gaze. She looked over the tom and wondered what he was thinking, how he was feeling by the change of rank. Is he happy? He's spent much of his life disliking and distrusting leaders and deputies, and now he's one of them. Is he afraid of abusing his power? Afraid that no one would acknowledge him because of his own distrust towards high ranking warriors? But the tabby quickly pushed these thoughts aside. She couldn't guess what he was thinking or how he was feeling. But she hoped that he was happy. The molly ad became his Starclan mentor not too long ago, and even though she knew that he had gotten here himself, she couldn't help but feel prideful at the sight of him about to receive his nine lives and even feeling like she may have been a bit of an influence on it. Even if she didn't, she was happy to have been his mentor during that time.

Stopping in front of him, Fallow's pale tail curled. "Hello Fallenstream," the molly dipped her head respectfully to the ebony leader. "I wish we had enough time for a conversation, to sit and talk... but this is something that must get done," she offered a saddened smile at this, genuinely wanting to simply talk with him. "But before I give you a life, I want you to know: I'm very proud of you. You seem to come from a long way and I'm sure that you are surprised that you have come this far. But I am not. You deserve this." Taking a breath, Fallow then went on to complete her role in the process. "Fallenstream, I grant you the life of Compassion," blue orbs dazzled with her own compassion as she said this. "Compassion is something that all cats should have, and something that a leader such as yourself needs," the deceased cat continued. "Compassion allows you to be concerned for others, to care about them and be able to sympathize and empathize. Use this life to be there for your clanmates in their times of need. Use this life to guide you to make a decision that would benefit you clanmates more than yourself," she stretched her neck out to reach his forehead, touching her nose to it. He'll use this life to prevent himself from becoming the type of powerful cat that he hates. Become one who doesn't abuse their power and harm other simply because they can. The molly then added a quit note in a quieter voice. "Use this life to make a home for all those that live in Riverclan."

"It's been an honor," Fallow dipped her head one last time before returning to the line of cats that await their turn to approach the new leader.
The ebony tom watched as a brown molly padded toward him, blue eyes met blue. It felt odd, not to respond that is, not that being in starclan wasn't odd, seeing those who died once again. It was just even stranger, he felt as though he should respond to the molly, tell her that he would protect and cherish her home clan, not that he didn't already, but at the same time he felt it be wisest that he keep his maw shut. As she told him the life she was giving his eyes flickered with understanding, and as she pressed his nose to his forehead a bolt of pain flashed through his body, it lasted for a mere seconds though, as it slowly ebbed away to warmth, softness enveloped him. His muscles rippled as he tried his hardest to keep his balance, still stunned by the sudden jolt of pain. Images of ragged, dirty felines flashed in his head, worried looks, looking for a shelter, food, a warm place to stay. Someone in his dream....dream? Or was it a vision? Either way, someone must have agreed to give them a shelter in the clan, because as soon as their faces lit up he felt warmth spread throughout his whole being, down to his very soul. Once the vision began to fade away, so did the warm feeling, and the peacefulness of the Stars that fluttered around him faded into existence once more. Fallenstream's eyes fluttered open and he watched as Fallow padded off, "I will! I promise!" he called, not caring if it seemed odd or out of line, he would make sure to take care of all his clanmates, not just those who hold a higher status, not just the Senior warriors, no all of them, they're all precious, they're all dear.

The ebony tom lifted his head and looked out to all the star littered pelts, wondering, guessing, at which one would step forward next.

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RedHead
November 30th, 2017, 10:04 AM
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Two starry blue eyes watched from the crowd of cats as Fallow gave Fallenstream his first life. After the brown she-cat had stepped away, Ashwater stepped out of the throng, his muscles rippling underneath his thick white pelt. His gray ears flicked as he walked across the clearing to stop in front of the black-furred tom. Dipping his head, Ashwater focused his eyes on Fallenstream. "Greetings Fallenstream. My name is Ashwater, I was once a warrior in your clan, though you might not remember me." The tom straightened up, once more becoming eye level with the tom, blue eyes meeting blue.

For a moment, he studied the tom. He knew a little bit about him, he had known of him when he was living in the clan. And now here he was, becoming the leader of a great clan. Ashwater knew that his family was still down there, living in the clan, and he hoped the best for them. And he hoped that Fallenstream could lead Riverclan to greatness, but also keep peace. Ashwater believed that peace was better than being the "best" clan.

Taking a breath, Ashwater knew he must complete this process. This was his first time granting a life to a leader, and he was honored. But he was also a bit nervous about what he was going to say. I'll just let it come to me.

"Fallenstream, with this life I give you the gift of Acceptance." Ashwater knew that this was something he had had to learn through his life. And now he hoped that this new leader could hold it in him forever. "Acceptance will help you to open your mind to new ideas, and not be so closed off. It will grant you the ability to see new opportunities come upon you. It also helps you to allow yourself to be connected with your clan by accepting them. And they will accept you." Stretching his neck out, Ashwater placed his nose on Fallenstream's forehead, feeling something rush out of his starry body and go into the younger tom. "Use this life to accept opportunities for your clan, and accept the cats themselves."

Stepping back, Ashwater dipped his head again, curling his tail upwards. "Take care of Riverclan Fallenstream." He wanted to have a conversation with the tom, ask him how things were going down in Riverclan. He wanted to ask if the cat knew any of his family, and if they were okay. But Ashwater knew that they didn't have the time. But he did have to ask one thing of the tom. "If you know her, and if you get the chance, I would appreciate it if you said hi to Seablaze for me."
Turning around, the starry cat walked back towards the others gathered around the new Riverclan leader.

Starfall
November 30th, 2017, 12:06 PM
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Two starry blue eyes watched from the crowd of cats as Fallow gave Fallenstream his first life. After the brown she-cat had stepped away, Ashwater stepped out of the throng, his muscles rippling underneath his thick white pelt. His gray ears flicked as he walked across the clearing to stop in front of the black-furred tom. Dipping his head, Ashwater focused his eyes on Fallenstream. "Greetings Fallenstream. My name is Ashwater, I was once a warrior in your clan, though you might not remember me." The tom straightened up, once more becoming eye level with the tom, blue eyes meeting blue.

For a moment, he studied the tom. He knew a little bit about him, he had known of him when he was living in the clan. And now here he was, becoming the leader of a great clan. Ashwater knew that his family was still down there, living in the clan, and he hoped the best for them. And he hoped that Fallenstream could lead Riverclan to greatness, but also keep peace. Ashwater believed that peace was better than being the "best" clan.

Taking a breath, Ashwater knew he must complete this process. This was his first time granting a life to a leader, and he was honored. But he was also a bit nervous about what he was going to say. I'll just let it come to me.

"Fallenstream, with this life I give you the gift of Acceptance." Ashwater knew that this was something he had had to learn through his life. And now he hoped that this new leader could hold it in him forever. "Acceptance will help you to open your mind to new ideas, and not be so closed off. It will grant you the ability to see new opportunities come upon you. It also helps you to allow yourself to be connected with your clan by accepting them. And they will accept you." Stretching his neck out, Ashwater placed his nose on Fallenstream's forehead, feeling something rush out of his starry body and go into the younger tom. "Use this life to accept opportunities for your clan, and accept the cats themselves."

Stepping back, Ashwater dipped his head again, curling his tail upwards. "Take care of Riverclan Fallenstream." He wanted to have a conversation with the tom, ask him how things were going down in Riverclan. He wanted to ask if the cat knew any of his family, and if they were okay. But Ashwater knew that they didn't have the time. But he did have to ask one thing of the tom. "If you know her, and if you get the chance, I would appreciate it if you said hi to Seablaze for me."
Turning around, the starry cat walked back towards the others gathered around the new Riverclan leader.

The tom turned to face the next Starclan cat, his eyes widening momentarily as he saw the tom. Though the face looked familiar he knew for a fact that he didn't know this tom, the familiar face was stepping out of the leaders den moments before he made his way down here. A daughter perhaps? Possibly son, he had no clue, he never truly interacted with the feline Russetstar spent most of his time with, dare he say more than Whisperblaze. The tom dipped his head in greeting, not wishing to be rude, "Hello." he said, not saying much more, for what the tom said was correct, he didn't know the other, only the familiar face, he hadn't even known what his name was until it was stated aloud for him, which of course made him feel bad. He looked at the tom's physical appearance, or, his build, and he could say, with honesty, that he was a muscular feline, possibly a little more muscular than Fallenstream himself, and he had been told to be a fairly burly tom. He refocused his attention to what the other was saying, the meaning he planted within each word, the cencerity.

As Ashwater leaned forward, he too made an effort, after all, this was a two way trail, one couldn't just be given life and be on their way, not Starclan and the leaders of each clan must be paw in paw, they must approve and accept each other. It was a delicate relationship, and he didn't want a repeat of the Evil Era that took place not too long ago. He took a step forward, and dipped his head, hoping that it made it easier for the tom to do what he needed. The moment the white warrior's nose touched his head the toms whole body shuddered, it felt as though he had butterflies in his stomach, he also felt at ease. Images of him standing atop the Streamstone, but it wasn't just him, faded, hard to see, pelts of felines stood beside him, as well as a few of the familiar faces he'd seen in his clan. The vision faded away and he took a step back, trying to support himself, he felt a little heavier than usual, only slightly, but it was noticeable.

As Ashwater padded off, he perked his ears at his favor, and a soft smile spread across his face, he knew who this tom was. "I will...I promise! Shellfeather too!" he called back, remembering the molly's name. Two down seven more to go, his lapis hues raked across the star littered terrain, wondering who was next.

~rattlesnake~
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Starfall
December 1st, 2017, 07:50 PM
Okay, Mystical your turn
Please respond by tomorrow at 5pm pacific time or your character will be skipped over /v\"

Cosmo
December 2nd, 2017, 08:17 AM
Okay, Mystical your turn
Please respond by tomorrow at 5pm pacific time or your character will be skipped over /v\"


"It's finally happening!"

Just because she had spent so much time in StarClan, didn't mean that Settingkit's behavior would differ from that of a normal kits. Especially since she had been chosen to give a leader his nine lives. She had been anxiously waiting in line the whole time, and as she approached Fallenstream she was bouncing with excitement. Many moons in StarClan did not make her as wise as many had hoped, and she still picked fights with cats younger than her, but not with ones older. Her mother had reminded her to be on her best behavior, but to Settingkit her best behavior was bouncing around and being optimistic, she was not a wise, mature kit. If she had lived, she would not have been either she assumed, for wasn't ones personality the same if they lived? But Settingkit had long ago accepted that she was dead, she would never live. There was one thing that had kept her happy in StarClan, and that was knowing that one day she would have the honor of doing what she was doing then.

She looked at the tom, much taller and fluffier than she, but no ideas of harm came to her. She had learned long ago that no one would hurt her in StarClan. Especially a cat about to become leader. She spoke in a small voice, much smaller than the two cats who had come before her. Her voice was small and high, but she payed no attention and spoke what she was supposed to. "Fallenstream, I give you the life of Forgiveness, use it well." She paused, pondering a small speech to add as the other cats had. "Forgiveness will help you in many ways, not all cats mean to do harm." She reached out her head, and just barely touched his nose. "Use this life to forgive cats who truly wish to be forgiven, many cats mean well." She felt the surge of the life she gave him and smiled, as she walked back into the cloud of cats her eyes blinking in excitement and the small bit of seriousness she held. "I trust you will lead RiverClan well."

"I did it."