High Rank Announcement [#hrannouncement]
The ShadowClan leader watched as the paws met with the mentors. She was sure Lostspark and Darkfall's kits were sought after, aside from having a mother who was a medicine cat, and a father as an Enforcer, their grandmother was their leader. They stood out, it made sense that cats would want to mentor them. Despite thoughts, Dawnstar hadn't been all that picky with their mentors, it was a lot of kits so forgive her not being choosy. She had plans to help when requested, so why be selective about their mentors?
However, she felt a little bad about Quitepaw. She probably should have swapped Hillstrider and Darkcloud's apprentices around, their personalities were quite contrasting. Since the leader didn't mind that furball, Dawnstar would give it a bit and then see how Quitepaw felt. Hillstrider wasn't a bad warrior, yet probably a bit loud for Quietpaw. The apprentice didn't seem happy with the warrior at all.
The muscular feline golden amber eyes dropped to the apprentices before her as they finished reciting their answers. As she parted her maw to respond, an interruption. A low, long, loud, warning growl ripped through her chest and the fur around her shoulders bristled. She jerked her head in the direction of Forestkit and bore her fangs.
"Hold your tongue or lose it!" She hissed, whipping her tail back and forth behind her. "You dare interrupt me during such an important moment for Palepaw and Yellowpaw." She's never been interrupted during ceremonies and she wasn't going to tolerate it now, not even from family. Dawnstar has grown incredibly tolerant to her kin's antics, and even to some of her clanmates, but certain lines would not be crossed. It was wise to remember that she was a ruthless leader, to mistake her tolerance for softness would result in immediate bloodshed or worse.
"You did not come when you were called. Every kit but you answered my call, Forestkit. That's your fault. Now you complain in the middle of Palepaw and Yellowpaw's warrior ceremonies. Sit with your father and stay quiet. If you're lucky I'll consider doing your ceremony at the end of the meeting. Or not after a show of such arrogance." Dawnstar warned. She shot Cougarbite a cautionary glare to mute any protest, not unless he wanted to feel her claws tear through his pelt.
She turned her attention back to the apprentices, making her fur flat again. "I give you your warrior names. Yellowpaw, from this moment on you will be known as Yellowtwist. We honor your cleverness and speed, and welcome you as a full warrior of ShadowClan." Dawnstar dropped her muzzle to touch Yellowtwist's forehead and stepped back. She often skipped that part of the ceremony as jumping down was a pain in the tail, and Dawnstar's presence tended to have her clanmates stiff with fear, flinching, or concern that she would leave them bleeding. Sensible worries, if you asked her. But since she was already down here, so why not?
"Palepaw, from this moment on you will be known as Palesong. We honor your determination and sensibleness and welcome you as a full warrior of ShadowClan." Dawnstar did a similar touch of her muzzle to Palesong's forehead and then stepped back. The leader swung her burning amber eyes towards the gathered. "Yellowtwist, Palesong!" Dawnstar's roared starting the call.
#shcmeeting
