[Empress Of Evil]

Originally Posted by woly

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.”