The Starcave

[Starfall]

"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."


The tom heard pawsteps and swiveled his head to see who the little pittering steps belonged to, and who he saw made his heart ache. It saddened him to see such a small kit within the ranks of Starclan, granted he knew that some were stillborn, starved to death, were snatched by birds, and just didn't survive the cold, it was the way of the world, but that didn't mean it hurt him any less. Fallenstream dipped his head and crouched, making it easier for Settingkit to reach him, it was also so that the ebony feline could hear her better. As she pressed her nose against his forehead he felt the surge of a life rush through his being, piercing and then melting into his soul. Fallenstream stood up and staggered backwards a little bit, not expecting such a strong force come from a little kit, he hadn't prepared himself for that life. As his pain began to ebb away he opened his, once before, tightly shut eyes and let out a pant. He would have never guessed that it would be so, exhausting.

Lonestar23
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[lone]

The tom heard pawsteps and swiveled his head to see who the little pittering steps belonged to, and who he saw made his heart ache. It saddened him to see such a small kit within the ranks of Starclan, granted he knew that some were stillborn, starved to death, were snatched by birds, and just didn't survive the cold, it was the way of the world, but that didn't mean it hurt him any less. Fallenstream dipped his head and crouched, making it easier for Settingkit to reach him, it was also so that the ebony feline could hear her better. As she pressed her nose against his forehead he felt the surge of a life rush through his being, piercing and then melting into his soul. Fallenstream stood up and staggered backwards a little bit, not expecting such a strong force come from a little kit, he hadn't prepared himself for that life. As his pain began to ebb away he opened his, once before, tightly shut eyes and let out a pant. He would have never guessed that it would be so, exhausting.

Lonestar23
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A starry furred brown tom stepped foward next, his eyes filled with the wisdom and experience that came with being an older cat. Back in WindClan he had seemed frailer - here he was much stronger looking, and impressive looking as well. The sight of the soon to be RiverClan leader brought back so many regrets for Shrikecall. He remembered being the deputy of WindClan. Leading alongside Blazingstar, who he realized hadn't really needed the older cat's advice and guidance. No, what Blazingstar had needed was someone who could be more of a friend to him. Shrikecall wished he had realized this before. But he had gotten an experience that most warriors dreamed of, or wondered what it would be like, and now he knew for sure. Stepping foward to the black furred tom, Shrikecall's expression shifted just slightly to something that resembled a smile. He didn't smile often. And it was mainly around Heathertail, but now that she had disappeared, perhaps never to visit him in dreams again, he doubted he would be smiling much anymore.

"Greetings, Fallenstream. I am Shrikecall, the former deputy of WindClan." He didn't think this cat had been deputy at the time, as far as he could remember it had been Blackgaze. He'd never had the pleasure of meeting the she cat, so he couldn't say much on his personal opinion about her. "I give you the life of instincts. Use it well." He lowered his head, touching his nose to Fallenstream, waiting a minute or so before he pulled away. "Trust your instincts, Fallenstream. No matter what those around you say, ultimately you are the one who must decide what is right for you and your Clan." With those words, Shrikecall stepped away, a pleasant expression on his features.

There was no longer a smile, but he was gone from sight and it didn't matter anymore. There was another new leader in the Clans. They had gone through so much lately, Shrikecall wondered how long it would be before there would be peace and balance. The Clans seemed to have turned upside down lately. What had happened to the comfortable state they had shared while Shrikecall was alive? He wished he could visit Blazingstar in his own dreams one day. Perhaps at some point he would be able to talk to the leader - the one who had become a friend, and a close one, to Shrikecall.

[Starfall]

A starry furred brown tom stepped foward next, his eyes filled with the wisdom and experience that came with being an older cat. Back in WindClan he had seemed frailer - here he was much stronger looking, and impressive looking as well. The sight of the soon to be RiverClan leader brought back so many regrets for Shrikecall. He remembered being the deputy of WindClan. Leading alongside Blazingstar, who he realized hadn't really needed the older cat's advice and guidance. No, what Blazingstar had needed was someone who could be more of a friend to him. Shrikecall wished he had realized this before. But he had gotten an experience that most warriors dreamed of, or wondered what it would be like, and now he knew for sure. Stepping foward to the black furred tom, Shrikecall's expression shifted just slightly to something that resembled a smile. He didn't smile often. And it was mainly around Heathertail, but now that she had disappeared, perhaps never to visit him in dreams again, he doubted he would be smiling much anymore.

"Greetings, Fallenstream. I am Shrikecall, the former deputy of WindClan." He didn't think this cat had been deputy at the time, as far as he could remember it had been Blackgaze. He'd never had the pleasure of meeting the she cat, so he couldn't say much on his personal opinion about her. "I give you the life of instincts. Use it well." He lowered his head, touching his nose to Fallenstream, waiting a minute or so before he pulled away. "Trust your instincts, Fallenstream. No matter what those around you say, ultimately you are the one who must decide what is right for you and your Clan." With those words, Shrikecall stepped away, a pleasant expression on his features.

There was no longer a smile, but he was gone from sight and it didn't matter anymore. There was another new leader in the Clans. They had gone through so much lately, Shrikecall wondered how long it would be before there would be peace and balance. The Clans seemed to have turned upside down lately. What had happened to the comfortable state they had shared while Shrikecall was alive? He wished he could visit Blazingstar in his own dreams one day. Perhaps at some point he would be able to talk to the leader - the one who had become a friend, and a close one, to Shrikecall.
He swung his head around, and the tom he saw next shocked him, he knew this feline, he had seen him standing where the deputies stood during the gatherings, and if he was being honest with himself, he had hated the former deputy, but only because of his rank. He gave the brown tabby a strained smile and listened intently as he spoke his part, as he passed on his wisdom. The ebony feline wasn't the deputy at the time of Shrikecall's death, he had only vaguely known the other, all he knew about him was that he was Windclan deputy at the time, and that was that, that was all it took for the tom to detest the elder feline. The tom let out a gasp as the surge of energy pulsed through him, and eventually melted away into his soul.

Fallenstream lifted his head and watched the older feline pad off, he was visibly exhausted now, panting, muscles twitching. It took a great amount of force to make him seem so exhausted, and each life held the full force of...well, a life. He had taken each and every word that was said by each cat into consideration, all of these were important lessons, and so far, they were lessons he had yet to experience, each and every one of these lives opened up a new door for him. He still didn't know what to make of it quite yet.

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Fern
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[ShiningFern]

He swung his head around, and the tom he saw next shocked him, he knew this feline, he had seen him standing where the deputies stood during the gatherings, and if he was being honest with himself, he had hated the former deputy, but only because of his rank. He gave the brown tabby a strained smile and listened intently as he spoke his part, as he passed on his wisdom. The ebony feline wasn't the deputy at the time of Shrikecall's death, he had only vaguely known the other, all he knew about him was that he was Windclan deputy at the time, and that was that, that was all it took for the tom to detest the elder feline. The tom let out a gasp as the surge of energy pulsed through him, and eventually melted away into his soul.

Fallenstream lifted his head and watched the older feline pad off, he was visibly exhausted now, panting, muscles twitching. It took a great amount of force to make him seem so exhausted, and each life held the full force of...well, a life. He had taken each and every word that was said by each cat into consideration, all of these were important lessons, and so far, they were lessons he had yet to experience, each and every one of these lives opened up a new door for him. He still didn't know what to make of it quite yet.

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Fern
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A starry shecat stepped out of the crowd, padding towards Fallenstream. Her light grey tortoiseshell pelt shone with the familiar light of a starclan warrior. She still looked similar to when she did when she died, she had lots of belly fat, evidence she had died shortly after giving birth. Her yellow eyes glistened happily as she stopped in front of Fallenstream. "Greetings, Fallenstream. I am Opalstream, a former queen of Riverclan. I died a few moons ago." She meowed, dipping her head to the tom. She personally never met the tom but had seen him around. She couldn't recall if he was deputy then or not though.

"I am here to give you the life of loyalty, and I pray that you will use it well." She leaned forward, touching her nose to him for a few moments before moving back. "You will have to make many difficult decisions as a leader and need to be able to remember where your loyalties lie, not only to your clan but to yourself. Be true to yourself, and you will always know where they lie." The former queen dipped her head again before moving back into the ranks of Starclan watching the ceremony. She herself had to deal with loyality and thought it would be notable to give to the tom.

[Mango]

Kyra-Wolfe-666 (let’s act as if Fallen isn’t here okay?)
Haypaw entered and blinked it blinded her the stone. She turned around,” I can’t do this...I- thought I was ready for death...but now I’m not sure I can.”

[Starfall]

A starry shecat stepped out of the crowd, padding towards Fallenstream. Her light grey tortoiseshell pelt shone with the familiar light of a starclan warrior. She still looked similar to when she did when she died, she had lots of belly fat, evidence she had died shortly after giving birth. Her yellow eyes glistened happily as she stopped in front of Fallenstream. "Greetings, Fallenstream. I am Opalstream, a former queen of Riverclan. I died a few moons ago." She meowed, dipping her head to the tom. She personally never met the tom but had seen him around. She couldn't recall if he was deputy then or not though.

"I am here to give you the life of loyalty, and I pray that you will use it well." She leaned forward, touching her nose to him for a few moments before moving back. "You will have to make many difficult decisions as a leader and need to be able to remember where your loyalties lie, not only to your clan but to yourself. Be true to yourself, and you will always know where they lie." The former queen dipped her head again before moving back into the ranks of Starclan watching the ceremony. She herself had to deal with loyality and thought it would be notable to give to the tom.
The tom had seen the molly around the clan before, though he didn't know her name by heart, he just knew that she had died delivering her kits, which, in turn, the ebony tom gave his respect to her. The further he got into his ceremony, the more he regretted it, he didn't want this, he didn't wish to become the leader...but what choice did he have? He couldn't leave his clan after everything that has happened, loosing Geckoleaf, Russetstar resigning, he had to keep his beloved clan in tact. What kind of tom would he be if he just took the selfish route and stepped down, they're counting on him, and honestly, that was the sole reason behind him stepping up to become leader, coming down to the Starcave to receive his nine lives. He let out a shaky breath and steadied himself again, putting an equal amount of weight on each paw, his muscles flexing as he tried to keep himself up right.

Fallenstrem kept a steady gaze as Opalstream spoke, giving him her little chunk of wisdom. As she spoke, his ears perked, he had already had to make a difficult decision for the whole of his clan. With Snowstar coming to ask for his assistance in the Windclan Thunderclan war, and with Lobsterbreath killing a kit during his first meeting he had already been feeling the effects of being a leader...effects wasn't the right word, the stress of being a leader, he now had a better understanding of why Russetstar resigned. As she gave him the life, force rippled thorugh his body, but instead of curling into the pain, the tom stood straight, and awaited the next cat, hesitance flickered in his eyes, and uncertainty blazed in his soul. Was he really the best suited for leading his clan?
Fuzzyfeline
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[The_10th_Doctor]

@Kyra-Wolfe-666 (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=5365) (let’s act as if Fallen isn’t here okay?)
Haypaw entered and blinked it blinded her the stone. She turned around,” I can’t do this...I- thought I was ready for death...but now I’m not sure I can.”

Nightshade nuzzled Haypaw. "Don't worry, you're going to be fine. I won't let anybody kill you. But it'd be pointless to go all the way back." she purred, her tone reassuring.

[Mango]

Nightshade nuzzled Haypaw. "Don't worry, you're going to be fine. I won't let anybody kill you. But it'd be pointless to go all the way back." she purred, her tone reassuring.
Haypaw sighed rather annoyed She would die. And that wasn’t a good thing when she knew she’d be expecting it...arranging someone to kill me by suprise would be better...oh well. she forced herseld to press her nose against the stone.

A well groomed tom stepped up,” Haypaw. Why, your not leader. Why are you here.” He was her father

Haypaw gulped her heart pounding,” M-My M-mentor th-thought it’d prevent me from being suicidal...please, just kill me now, get this over with.” She whimpered as she saw her father for the first time in forever.

The tom boomed,” I am not killing you. You live your life in Shadowclan. Your mentor, Nightshade is right. I am not wanting you dead. I’m not jelous of you either. I’m glad your alive and well in Shadowclan. Please...don’t kill yourself.”

Haypaw accepted his words then let her rage show,” You wanted me to die! You hoped I’d die in your last hour of life! You had mother carry Morningkit and fled, leaving me alone in camp, if Applepounce hadn’t found me I’d have died! You do want me dead! Admit it, fox dung liar!” She hissed her claws unsheathed I should have drowned with him

He chuckled,” It’s funny when your mad, Haypaw, but no I didn’t want you to die. Have you ever heard of a flight or fight reaction? I have a flight reaction, so when the flood came, I fled, not thinking about my family. I wasn’t hoping my family would die. I was focused on escaping the flood. I didn’t escape the flood. But think for a moment. If I had taken you, you’d be dead.”

Haypaw growled,” That’s better than being alive.” She glared at her father her claws scrapping the stone.

He sighed,” Maybe your mother or Morningkit can convince you otherwise. Please give life another shot.” He faded away.

Haypaw narrowed her eyes at Nightshade,” Okay. My father is a coward, but my mother wanted me dead, or atleast favored Morningkit. Morningkit is sick jelous of me. What’s the purpose of living if my mother wants me dead and my littermate is jelous, just because my dead father wants me to live and not be a coward like he did...carry on his genes...and a mentor who wants to finish mentoring their apprentice. I’ll live to eight moons, deal?” She asked she was ready to go. How do I snap myself back to the glowing cave....

[The_10th_Doctor]

Haypaw sighed rather annoyed She would die. And that wasn’t a good thing when she knew she’d be expecting it...arranging someone to kill me by suprise would be better...oh well. she forced herseld to press her nose against the stone.

A well groomed tom stepped up,” Haypaw. Why, your not leader. Why are you here.” He was her father

Haypaw gulped her heart pounding,” M-My M-mentor th-thought it’d prevent me from being suicidal...please, just kill me now, get this over with.” She whimpered as she saw her father for the first time in forever.

The tom boomed,” I am not killing you. You live your life in Shadowclan. Your mentor, Nightshade is right. I am not wanting you dead. I’m not jelous of you either. I’m glad your alive and well in Shadowclan. Please...don’t kill yourself.”

Haypaw accepted his words then let her rage show,” You wanted me to die! You hoped I’d die in your last hour of life! You had mother carry Morningkit and fled, leaving me alone in camp, if Applepounce hadn’t found me I’d have died! You do want me dead! Admit it, fox dung liar!” She hissed her claws unsheathed I should have drowned with him

He chuckled,” It’s funny when your mad, Haypaw, but no I didn’t want you to die. Have you ever heard of a flight or fight reaction? I have a flight reaction, so when the flood came, I fled, not thinking about my family. I wasn’t hoping my family would die. I was focused on escaping the flood. I didn’t escape the flood. But think for a moment. If I had taken you, you’d be dead.”

Haypaw growled,” That’s better than being alive.” She glared at her father her claws scrapping the stone.

He sighed,” Maybe your mother or Morningkit can convince you otherwise. Please give life another shot.” He faded away.

Haypaw narrowed her eyes at Nightshade,” Okay. My father is a coward, but my mother wanted me dead, or atleast favored Morningkit. Morningkit is sick jelous of me. What’s the purpose of living if my mother wants me dead and my littermate is jelous, just because my dead father wants me to live and not be a coward like he did...carry on his genes...and a mentor who wants to finish mentoring their apprentice. I’ll live to eight moons, deal?” She asked she was ready to go. How do I snap myself back to the glowing cave....

Nightshade appeared next to Haypaw, her eyes glowing. She had managed to catch the last part of her conversation. She glanced at the tom before turning to Haypaw. "Well we should at least see what your mother and siblings have to say before making any rash decisions. Okay, Haypaw?" she trailed her tail-tip along the young cat's side.

[Fuzzy]

The tom had seen the molly around the clan before, though he didn't know her name by heart, he just knew that she had died delivering her kits, which, in turn, the ebony tom gave his respect to her. The further he got into his ceremony, the more he regretted it, he didn't want this, he didn't wish to become the leader...but what choice did he have? He couldn't leave his clan after everything that has happened, loosing Geckoleaf, Russetstar resigning, he had to keep his beloved clan in tact. What kind of tom would he be if he just took the selfish route and stepped down, they're counting on him, and honestly, that was the sole reason behind him stepping up to become leader, coming down to the Starcave to receive his nine lives. He let out a shaky breath and steadied himself again, putting an equal amount of weight on each paw, his muscles flexing as he tried to keep himself up right.

Fallenstrem kept a steady gaze as Opalstream spoke, giving him her little chunk of wisdom. As she spoke, his ears perked, he had already had to make a difficult decision for the whole of his clan. With Snowstar coming to ask for his assistance in the Windclan Thunderclan war, and with Lobsterbreath killing a kit during his first meeting he had already been feeling the effects of being a leader...effects wasn't the right word, the stress of being a leader, he now had a better understanding of why Russetstar resigned. As she gave him the life, force rippled thorugh his body, but instead of curling into the pain, the tom stood straight, and awaited the next cat, hesitance flickered in his eyes, and uncertainty blazed in his soul. Was he really the best suited for leading his clan?
Fuzzyfeline
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(I'm here.)

After the fourmal queen returned to the ranks of StarClan. A black and white tom came out of the ranks of StarClan. He had never met Fallenstream in person or seen him. But he heard about him when he was born from his close friend, Wildheart, who was still living in RiverClan as an elder. With his thick fluffy tail waving behind him he came to stand in front of the new leader of his old Clan. "Greetings Falenstream. I am White night of RiverClan." He meowed dipping his head. "Though you would know of me." He added not wanting the black tom to worry about not knowing him. With a twitch of his whiskers he continued. "With this life I give you mercy. So you may show your Clan compassion and forgiveness." He meowed as he leans to touch his nose to the other Tom's head. A surge ran though his body as the life past though him and into Falenstream. Stepping back he dipped his head again. "I know you will lead RiverClan and keep them safe. You just have to believe it and not get caught up in the little problems in life." He added. Some may find it hard to over look the littlest problems in life, he had this problem ounce. But he learned that nothing is perfect you just have to be strong and push on. With that he turned and disappeared into the ranks of StarClan.

[Mango]

Kyra-Wolfe-666 (let’s act as if Fallen isn’t here okay?)
Haypaw entered and blinked it blinded her the stone. She turned around,” I can’t do this...I- thought I was ready for death...but now I’m not sure I can.”
~Wild Moon~ (read my posts and Kyra's, it starts here)

[Mango]

Nightshade appeared next to Haypaw, her eyes glowing. She had managed to catch the last part of her conversation. She glanced at the tom before turning to Haypaw. "Well we should at least see what your mother and siblings have to say before making any rash decisions. Okay, Haypaw?" she trailed her tail-tip along the young cat's side.
Haypaw snapped,"My mother wants me dead." She hissed she blinked appologetically,"Sorry...this is kinda hard to do."

[The_10th_Doctor]

Haypaw snapped,"My mother wants me dead." She hissed she blinked appologetically,"Sorry...this is kinda hard to do."

"Don't worry, I'll be right beside you the entire time. There's nothing to be afraid of. You can leave any time you want." Nightshade sat down and wrapped her tail around her paws. "If you want, I'll wait here while you go talk to your family."

[Mango]

"Don't worry, I'll be right beside you the entire time. There's nothing to be afraid of. You can leave any time you want." Nightshade sat down and wrapped her tail around her paws. "If you want, I'll wait here while you go talk to your family."
She shook her head,"No. I need someone to witness my death or stop it." She meowed as her mother appeared, without any thought she launched herself at her mother.

Her mother was caught off guard,"Wha?" She yowled as her daughter shoved her down she flipped her over and pinned her down,"Would you talk like a civil cat? Or like this?" She meowed sarcastically.

She struggled attempting to escape hissing,"You took Morningkit not me in the flood."

Her mother sighed,"Haypaw. How do you know I didn't take Morningkit intending to drown her..." She purred annoyed.

She smirked,"That's illogical."

[The_10th_Doctor]

She shook her head,"No. I need someone to witness my death or stop it." She meowed as her mother appeared, without any thought she launched herself at her mother.

Her mother was caught off guard,"Wha?" She yowled as her daughter shoved her down she flipped her over and pinned her down,"Would you talk like a civil cat? Or like this?" She meowed sarcastically.

She struggled attempting to escape hissing,"You took Morningkit not me in the flood."

Her mother sighed,"Haypaw. How do you know I didn't take Morningkit intending to drown her..." She purred annoyed.

She smirked,"That's illogical."

"Haypaw!" Nightshade jumped to her paws. She watched the interaction, a little surprised at her mother's tone.

[Mango]

"Haypaw!" Nightshade jumped to her paws. She watched the interaction, a little surprised at her mother's tone.
Haypaw hissed,” See! I was right Nightshade! I told you she wants me dead!!!” She deserves to be gone from existance.

Her mother narrowed her eyes,” Think. I took Morningkit maybe I wanted Morningkit dead, eh? Or, think I only have one jaw, two kits. I took Morningkit and I pressumed your cowardace father took you.” She smirked holding her kit down watching Haypaw struggle,” Until you swear you won’t attack me, I won’t release you. I won’t kill you or attack you, don’t be obsurd. But I’m holding you down to prevent you from hurting me. Self defense.”

Haypaw’s eye twitched,” Your sarcasm is rather annoying. I have no proof. You don’t know half the pain I suffer due to you. I’ll go into details of the last day of your life. I was playing in the rain with Morningkit at dawn, it was just a rainy day, you let us play, ofcourse. Then along came a flood that evening. I woke a little unaware of the flood, why? Oh, because the camp itself wasn’t flooded and suprising fact, a two moon old kit can’t leave camp! I saw father run his tail down wet. I shrugged it off, knowing I was safe in the den with you and Morningkit. I fell back to sleep and awoke to harder rain and looked outside the den to see you with Morningkit in your jaw walking out of camp. I was left behind. I pressumed I’d die and you’d live. I panicked and chased after you and Morningkit, flailing in the flood waters, Applepaw- now Applepounce a Riverclan warrior, saw me and carried me, until I saw my father’s body. Applepounce agreed to stop and let me grieve my father and helped me bury him on higher grounds. I was heartbroken anyhow. Then we continued, I pressumed you and Morningkit were safe in Riverclan’s camp. I reached Riverclan territory. Applepounce didn’t have the bravery to face her family in Riverclan so I stayed with Applepounce in Riverclan territory. Her father came and insisted they come to camp. I searched for you and saw no sign, finally an elder informed me that you and Morningkit drowned. I felt angry and grew depressed, I twice attempted suicide and failed. We returned to camp, I tried to sneak off to kill myself, but I couldn’t get away. I was upset and went into a silent depressive stage, then I recieved Nightshade my mentor. I fight with her and resist learning because Morningkit never got the chance to train as an apprentice. I can’t believe I’m saying this...but I hate you.”

Her mother’s eyes were filled with tears,” I- I thought you’re father was in the warrior’s den and would get you. I shouldn’t have. I was scared also. But be grateful you survived. Please. Forvive me.” She stepped of Haypaw.

Haypaw unsheathed her claws her eyes glistening,” Forgiveness like that?” She chuckled,” You have to work for forgiveness.” She hissed as she prepared to lunge at her mother Nightshade will be furious, but I get the revenge I need...

[The_10th_Doctor]

Haypaw hissed,” See! I was right Nightshade! I told you she wants me dead!!!” She deserves to be gone from existance.

Her mother narrowed her eyes,” Think. I took Morningkit maybe I wanted Morningkit dead, eh? Or, think I only have one jaw, two kits. I took Morningkit and I pressumed your cowardace father took you.” She smirked holding her kit down watching Haypaw struggle,” Until you swear you won’t attack me, I won’t release you. I won’t kill you or attack you, don’t be obsurd. But I’m holding you down to prevent you from hurting me. Self defense.”

Haypaw’s eye twitched,” Your sarcasm is rather annoying. I have no proof. You don’t know half the pain I suffer due to you. I’ll go into details of the last day of your life. I was playing in the rain with Morningkit at dawn, it was just a rainy day, you let us play, ofcourse. Then along came a flood that evening. I woke a little unaware of the flood, why? Oh, because the camp itself wasn’t flooded and suprising fact, a two moon old kit can’t leave camp! I saw father run his tail down wet. I shrugged it off, knowing I was safe in the den with you and Morningkit. I fell back to sleep and awoke to harder rain and looked outside the den to see you with Morningkit in your jaw walking out of camp. I was left behind. I pressumed I’d die and you’d live. I panicked and chased after you and Morningkit, flailing in the flood waters, Applepaw- now Applepounce a Riverclan warrior, saw me and carried me, until I saw my father’s body. Applepounce agreed to stop and let me grieve my father and helped me bury him on higher grounds. I was heartbroken anyhow. Then we continued, I pressumed you and Morningkit were safe in Riverclan’s camp. I reached Riverclan territory. Applepounce didn’t have the bravery to face her family in Riverclan so I stayed with Applepounce in Riverclan territory. Her father came and insisted they come to camp. I searched for you and saw no sign, finally an elder informed me that you and Morningkit drowned. I felt angry and grew depressed, I twice attempted suicide and failed. We returned to camp, I tried to sneak off to kill myself, but I couldn’t get away. I was upset and went into a silent depressive stage, then I recieved Nightshade my mentor. I fight with her and resist learning because Morningkit never got the chance to train as an apprentice. I can’t believe I’m saying this...but I hate you.”

Her mother’s eyes were filled with tears,” I- I thought you’re father was in the warrior’s den and would get you. I shouldn’t have. I was scared also. But be grateful you survived. Please. Forvive me.” She stepped of Haypaw.

Haypaw unsheathed her claws her eyes glistening,” Forgiveness like that?” She chuckled,” You have to work for forgiveness.” She hissed as she prepared to lunge at her mother Nightshade will be furious, but I get the revenge I need...

Nightshade gasped as she saw Haypaw about to attack her mother. She leaped forward and grabbed her apprentice by the scruff, preventing her from attacking the dead queen. "Haypaw, stop! I can't let you hurt a StarClan cat! No matter how much they deserve it!" her eyes welled with tears as she tried desperately to hold the young cat back. Her black fur was bristling and her skin prickled with apprehension.

[Mango]

Nightshade gasped as she saw Haypaw about to attack her mother. She leaped forward and grabbed her apprentice by the scruff, preventing her from attacking the dead queen. "Haypaw, stop! I can't let you hurt a StarClan cat! No matter how much they deserve it!" her eyes welled with tears as she tried desperately to hold the young cat back. Her black fur was bristling and her skin prickled with apprehension.
She hissed,” She’s getting what she deserves. Death beyond death!” She yanked herself free and threw a blow at her mother.

Her mother let the blood trickle,” I’m not going to attack my own child. Knowing that I unintentionally hurt you that much, I refuse to attack you. I will let you kill me if that is what pleases you. Just know you’ll be a murderer.” She meowed.

[The_10th_Doctor]

She hissed,” She’s getting what she deserves. Death beyond death!” She yanked herself free and threw a blow at her mother.

Her mother let the blood trickle,” I’m not going to attack my own child. Knowing that I unintentionally hurt you that much, I refuse to attack you. I will let you kill me if that is what pleases you. Just know you’ll be a murderer.” She meowed.

"Haypaw!" Nightshade screeched, her amber eyes round with fear. She ran forward and pushed herself between Haypaw and her mother, shoving the young apprentice back. "Haypaw, stop it!" she begged. She was shaking badly.

[Mango]

"Haypaw!" Nightshade screeched, her amber eyes round with fear. She ran forward and pushed herself between Haypaw and her mother, shoving the young apprentice back. "Haypaw, stop it!" she begged. She was shaking badly.
Haypaw hissed,” What would you know Nightshade. Your life is perfect. I am the only reason it’s not completely perfect!!!”

[The_10th_Doctor]

Haypaw hissed,” What would you know Nightshade. Your life is perfect. I am the only reason it’s not completely perfect!!!”

"Don't forget that I went through the exact same thing! Except my family actually did hate me!" her fur bristled and her eyes were narrowed. "SO stop feeling sorry for yourself and accept the fact that your family doesn't hate you! Please!"

[Mango]

"Don't forget that I went through the exact same thing! Except my family actually did hate me!" her fur bristled and her eyes were narrowed. "SO stop feeling sorry for yourself and accept the fact that your family doesn't hate you! Please!"
She hissed,” My father doesn’t. My mother does!!! So she’ll pay.”

Her mother stammered staring at the blood on the forearm of her,” I don’t hate you. I am outraged that this is what has become of you...your mentor must really be an angry piece of foxdung, lazy foxdung specifically, based on your awful attack.” She meowed calmly,” I’d suggest getting a mentor who controls your behavior. Just lie about your current mentor. And I don’t hate you I just dislike you. Understand the difference.”

She growled,” Hate and Dislike are practically the same thing. And...” she cleared her throat,” My foxhearted mentor is right here.” She meowed aiming an attack really slowly. (I love that the mother is insulting her mentor as if she doesn’t see the mentor)

[The_10th_Doctor]

She hissed,” My father doesn’t. My mother does!!! So she’ll pay.”

Her mother stammered staring at the blood on the forearm of her,” I don’t hate you. I am outraged that this is what has become of you...your mentor must really be an angry piece of foxdung, lazy foxdung specifically, based on your awful attack.” She meowed calmly,” I’d suggest getting a mentor who controls your behavior. Just lie about your current mentor. And I don’t hate you I just dislike you. Understand the difference.”

She growled,” Hate and Dislike are practically the same thing. And...” she cleared her throat,” My foxhearted mentor is right here.” She meowed aiming an attack really slowly. (I love that the mother is insulting her mentor as if she doesn’t see the mentor)

(lol she doesn't know who she's dealing with)

Nightshade spun around, eyes blazing in fury. "I'm trying to defend you, you miserable rabbit-heart! It's pretty pathetic that I care about your daughter more than you do! You don't deserve to be in StarClan! You should be rotting in the Dark Forest!" she was practically screaming at this point. She slid her claws out and snarled at the starry she-cat.

[Starfall]

(I'm here.)

After the formal queen returned to the ranks of StarClan. A black and white tom came out of the ranks of StarClan. He had never met Fallenstream in person or seen him. But he heard about him when he was born from his close friend, Wildheart, who was still living in RiverClan as an elder. With his thick fluffy tail waving behind him he came to stand in front of the new leader of his old Clan. "Greetings Falenstream. I am White night of RiverClan." He meowed dipping his head. "Though you would know of me." He added not wanting the black tom to worry about not knowing him. With a twitch of his whiskers he continued. "With this life I give you mercy. So you may show your Clan compassion and forgiveness." He meowed as he leans to touch his nose to the other Tom's head. A surge ran though his body as the life past though him and into Falenstream. Stepping back he dipped his head again. "I know you will lead RiverClan and keep them safe. You just have to believe it and not get caught up in the little problems in life." He added. Some may find it hard to over look the littlest problems in life, he had this problem ounce. But he learned that nothing is perfect you just have to be strong and push on. With that he turned and disappeared into the ranks of StarClan.
The tom flicked his ears and focused his attention upon the tom, his lapis hues danced with uncertainty and exhaustion. He was second guessing his decisions, he wasn't sure he wanted to become the leader anymore, not after all he's done that would taint his clan, killing his own clanmate, hating the leaders guts, thinking of harming them, he was still trying to see himself as a deputy. He slumped and watched as the tom made his way forward to touch his nose to his head. 'mercy, they're mocking me.' he thought to himself. His ears folded back as he felt the force of the light, though it wasn't as powerful as the rest. He had two lives to go...was it worth finishing? Was he really the best for his clan, or was he jus their last choice? Should he finish the ceremony?

Fallenstream let out a drawn out exhale and shuffled his paws further away from one another, it wouldn't take much to throw him off his balance with the stance he was in. He had received 7 lives so far, wasn't it too far to be double-guessing himself? Wasn't Starclan angry at him? How is it he can lead his clan, if he's hated the thing he's become? The ebony feline grit his teeth and lowered his head, glaring at his paws, His attention ripped away from the starry cats for a short moment, and to his dismay, only for a short moment, that's all it took for him to rethink his decision on coming down to the Starcave.

Suspiciousmindz
[ It would be lovely if you posted before 5pm today, I cant really hop over your ceremony and come back to it at a later time since you're second to last and Wheat's got an important part as being the last life giver. But, please post by that time today]

[Mango]

(lol she doesn't know who she's dealing with)

Nightshade spun around, eyes blazing in fury. "I'm trying to defend you, you miserable rabbit-heart! It's pretty pathetic that I care about your daughter more than you do! You don't deserve to be in StarClan! You should be rotting in the Dark Forest!" she was practically screaming at this point. She slid her claws out and snarled at the starry she-cat.
Haypaw smirked,” You got a trained warrior against you now hehehe.”

She blinked,” Am I not entitled to an opinion?” She meowed sweetly as if she were innocent,” I don’t hate Haypaw, what’s wrong with loving her and disliking her. My mother insincts ensure I love her, but my personality ensures I dislike her.”

Haypaw snarled,” Nightshade attack with me!”

[The_10th_Doctor]

Haypaw smirked,” You got a trained warrior against you now hehehe.”

She blinked,” Am I not entitled to an opinion?” She meowed sweetly as if she were innocent,” I don’t hate Haypaw, what’s wrong with loving her and disliking her. My mother insincts ensure I love her, but my personality ensures I dislike her.”

Haypaw snarled,” Nightshade attack with me!”

Nightshade cast an unsure glance at her apprentice. After a few long, awkward, silent moments, she sighed and looked back at Haypaw's mother. "Where are her siblings?" she asked, her voice emotionless.

[Mango]

Nightshade cast an unsure glance at her apprentice. After a few long, awkward, silent moments, she sighed and looked back at Haypaw's mother. "Where are her siblings?" she asked, her voice emotionless.

"Morningkit is in Starclan." She replied her eye twitching slightly, not mentioning the other kit.

Haypaw growled and lunged at her claws unsheathe slashing recklessly, her mother shrieking in pain.

[The_10th_Doctor]

"Morningkit is in Starclan." She replied her eye twitching slightly, not mentioning the other kit.

Haypaw growled and lunged at her claws unsheathe slashing recklessly, her mother shrieking in pain.

Nightshade looked at them in confusion. Weren't they IN StarClan? She was completely oblivious to the fighting cats as she tried to figure out where they were.

[Mango]

Nightshade looked at them in confusion. Weren't they IN StarClan? She was completely oblivious to the fighting cats as she tried to figure out where they were.
Her mother soon grew weak,” You murderer...” she whispered as Haypaw kept slashing at her mother who lay on the ground as her mother wouldn’t dare harm her kit.

[The_10th_Doctor]

Her mother soon grew weak,” You murderer...” she whispered as Haypaw kept slashing at her mother who lay on the ground as her mother wouldn’t dare harm her kit.

Nightshade stood there, her paws rooted to the ground in fear as her apprentice murdered her own mother. After a few seconds, she got her carp together and leaped at Haypaw, knocking her away. "Haypaw!" she screamed.

[Mango]

Nightshade stood there, her paws rooted to the ground in fear as her apprentice murdered her own mother. After a few seconds, she got her carp together and leaped at Haypaw, knocking her away. "Haypaw!" she screamed.
Haypaw hissed stumbling back as her mother vanished, returning back to Starclan. Haypaw spat,” Why’d ya do it! Why’d you give her the chance to escape back to Starclan!!!” She hissed enraged.

[The_10th_Doctor]

Haypaw hissed stumbling back as her mother vanished, returning back to Starclan. Haypaw spat,” Why’d ya do it! Why’d you give her the chance to escape back to Starclan!!!” She hissed enraged.

"Haypaw, I can't let you kill a cat! Now, please, control yourself!" Nightshade flattened her ears and lashed her tail. She stared down the apprentice before whipping around. "Come on, we need to get home. Before you try to kill anyone else."

[SuspiciousMindz]

The tom flicked his ears and focused his attention upon the tom, his lapis hues danced with uncertainty and exhaustion. He was second guessing his decisions, he wasn't sure he wanted to become the leader anymore, not after all he's done that would taint his clan, killing his own clanmate, hating the leaders guts, thinking of harming them, he was still trying to see himself as a deputy. He slumped and watched as the tom made his way forward to touch his nose to his head. 'mercy, they're mocking me.' he thought to himself. His ears folded back as he felt the force of the light, though it wasn't as powerful as the rest. He had two lives to go...was it worth finishing? Was he really the best for his clan, or was he jus their last choice? Should he finish the ceremony?

Fallenstream let out a drawn out exhale and shuffled his paws further away from one another, it wouldn't take much to throw him off his balance with the stance he was in. He had received 7 lives so far, wasn't it too far to be double-guessing himself? Wasn't Starclan angry at him? How is it he can lead his clan, if he's hated the thing he's become? The ebony feline grit his teeth and lowered his head, glaring at his paws, His attention ripped away from the starry cats for a short moment, and to his dismay, only for a short moment, that's all it took for him to rethink his decision on coming down to the Starcave.

Suspiciousmindz
[ It would be lovely if you posted before 5pm today, I cant really hop over your ceremony and come back to it at a later time since you're second to last and Wheat's got an important part as being the last life giver. But, please post by that time today]



It was his turn. The former Riverclan leader rose as the last feline sat. His unique black and white speckled appearance was slightly disguised by the shimmering stars from his ranking. However, his yellow hues glowed as he padded forward with ease. "Greetings Fallenstream, I'm Birchtail. I was a warrior the same time you were, but I don't think we ever got the chance to meet before I was murdered," he spoke, the tone in his voice slightly upset as he thought about his murderer. There was nothing to be done about it now and this certainly wasn't the time to dwell on it, so he moved on, the happiness returning to him. Birchtail took a breath in before giving the deputy a smile. "With this life, I give you strength," he spoke, stepping forward to close the distance between the two felines, tapping his ebony nose to the other tom's forehead. "Use it when your clan, friends, or family need you. Be strong for everyone around you in the toughest times and use this life wisely," he spoke, feeling energy surge from his body. It was heartbeat after the energy stopped when Birchtail took a step back and watched Fallenstream for a moment. Then he turned and rejoined the ranks.

[Mango]

"Haypaw, I can't let you kill a cat! Now, please, control yourself!" Nightshade flattened her ears and lashed her tail. She stared down the apprentice before whipping around. "Come on, we need to get home. Before you try to kill anyone else."
She hissed,” What about my sister? I’m not going to kill her!!!” She spat enraged at her mentor

[The_10th_Doctor]

She hissed,” What about my sister? I’m not going to kill her!!!” She spat enraged at her mentor

Nightshade sighed and let her fur lie flat. "Okay. but if we run into your mother, you are to control yourself. Do NOT attack her. Understood?" she tried to loose the hostility, but it didn't work too well.

[Mango]

Nightshade sighed and let her fur lie flat. "Okay. but if we run into your mother, you are to control yourself. Do NOT attack her. Understood?" she tried to loose the hostility, but it didn't work too well.
Her eye twitched,” Fine.”
She awaited her sister
seasalt (Can Morningkit come convince Haypaw that she isn’t jelous of her for living and that she is okay to train and won’t get punished by Starclan for living)

[The_10th_Doctor]

Her eye twitched,” Fine.”
She awaited her sister
@seasalt (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=194) (Can Morningkit come convince Haypaw that she isn’t jelous of her for living and that she is okay to train and won’t get punished by Starclan for living)

Nightshade sat down beside Haypaw, trying not to glance at her. She regretted yelling at the young apprentice and wanted to make things up to her, but she guess that now was not the best time.

[Starfall]

It was his turn. The former Riverclan leader rose as the last feline sat. His unique black and white speckled appearance was slightly disguised by the shimmering stars from his ranking. However, his yellow hues glowed as he padded forward with ease. "Greetings Fallenstream, I'm Birchtail. I was a warrior the same time you were, but I don't think we ever got the chance to meet before I was murdered," he spoke, the tone in his voice slightly upset as he thought about his murderer. There was nothing to be done about it now and this certainly wasn't the time to dwell on it, so he moved on, the happiness returning to him. Birchtail took a breath in before giving the deputy a smile. "With this life, I give you strength," he spoke, stepping forward to close the distance between the two felines, tapping his ebony nose to the other tom's forehead. "Use it when your clan, friends, or family need you. Be strong for everyone around you in the toughest times and use this life wisely," he spoke, feeling energy surge from his body. It was heartbeat after the energy stopped when Birchtail took a step back and watched Fallenstream for a moment. Then he turned and rejoined the ranks.


The tom was swiftly growing frantic, he had managed to convince himself that he wasn't the best choice for his clan, that he would become selfish and needy, that he would become numb to their emotions. He didn't want that. As soon as the next tom padded forward, he took a step back, this time a bigger step back than the one before. He wasn't so sure anymore, at first, he convinced himself that he could protect his clan, treat everyone with respect, not look down upon then, but now, after going through every ceremony except for the last two, he wasn't so sure he would make it to the goal he set for himself. The only reason he accepted the position of deputy was because Honeypool was there, she calmed him down, she made him feel as though his choices were the correct ones. She wasn't here now, her pelt wasn't brushing his, he couldn't smell her fresh water scent with a hint of honey, no, it was just him, with cats he barely knew, and the medicine cat outside, whom was only of apprentice age. His lapis hues flickered with panic as he lifted his gaze and looked at the black, white mottled tom as he mentioned the word 'murdered' images of Waterstreak flashed through his mind, him slashing his throat and throwing him in the stream, only for his body to be washed up on loner territory. The tom dug his claws into the dirt and felt the tears pick his eyes, how could he be leader when he's already let his clan down?

Fallenstream then lifted his head and looked around, why wasn't his mother here? Why wasn't Waterstreak here? Had he not truly forgiven him? Did he lie because he liked to see how much of a fool he was? The ebony feline then returned his attention to the mottled cat before him, his maw open as he was about to say something, but it was too late to protest now, Birchtail's nose had touched his head and he felt a strong force surge through his body, strong enough to bring the tom down to his stomach, and he almost did, he fell forward, but caught himself in a crouch, barely keeping himself up. He was exhausted, though the deceased tom barely touched his nose, the force of the life was powerful, he couldn't tell if it was because of the fact that it was his second to last life, or if it was the tom who gave him the life, his whos life held great promise, held a great future if not for the tainted soul of that who killed him. The ebony tom shakily brought himself back up and tried his hardest to keep his balance, even the deceased tom would be a better leader than him, him who was loyal, caring, everything he wasn't.

~rattlesnake~
[you're turn :heartbounce: it would be lovely it you posted by 5pm by tomorrow /v\ ]

[Mango]

Nightshade sat down beside Haypaw, trying not to glance at her. She regretted yelling at the young apprentice and wanted to make things up to her, but she guess that now was not the best time.
Haypaw’s tail flicked back and forth (Sorry, waiting for Ennard)

[Momotaro]

The tom was swiftly growing frantic, he had managed to convince himself that he wasn't the best choice for his clan, that he would become selfish and needy, that he would become numb to their emotions. He didn't want that. As soon as the next tom padded forward, he took a step back, this time a bigger step back than the one before. He wasn't so sure anymore, at first, he convinced himself that he could protect his clan, treat everyone with respect, not look down upon then, but now, after going through every ceremony except for the last two, he wasn't so sure he would make it to the goal he set for himself. The only reason he accepted the position of deputy was because Honeypool was there, she calmed him down, she made him feel as though his choices were the correct ones. She wasn't here now, her pelt wasn't brushing his, he couldn't smell her fresh water scent with a hint of honey, no, it was just him, with cats he barely knew, and the medicine cat outside, whom was only of apprentice age. His lapis hues flickered with panic as he lifted his gaze and looked at the black, white mottled tom as he mentioned the word 'murdered' images of Waterstreak flashed through his mind, him slashing his throat and throwing him in the stream, only for his body to be washed up on loner territory. The tom dug his claws into the dirt and felt the tears pick his eyes, how could he be leader when he's already let his clan down?

Fallenstream then lifted his head and looked around, why wasn't his mother here? Why wasn't Waterstreak here? Had he not truly forgiven him? Did he lie because he liked to see how much of a fool he was? The ebony feline then returned his attention to the mottled cat before him, his maw open as he was about to say something, but it was too late to protest now, Birchtail's nose had touched his head and he felt a strong force surge through his body, strong enough to bring the tom down to his stomach, and he almost did, he fell forward, but caught himself in a crouch, barely keeping himself up. He was exhausted, though the deceased tom barely touched his nose, the force of the life was powerful, he couldn't tell if it was because of the fact that it was his second to last life, or if it was the tom who gave him the life, his whos life held great promise, held a great future if not for the tainted soul of that who killed him. The ebony tom shakily brought himself back up and tried his hardest to keep his balance, even the deceased tom would be a better leader than him, him who was loyal, caring, everything he wasn't.

~rattlesnake~
[you're turn :heartbounce: it would be lovely it you posted by 5pm by tomorrow /v\ ]


Wheatfur padded forward from the Starclan ranks, his cool blue eyes staring into Fallen's. The Golden-pointed tom knew the to-be leader in passing, and had always strike him as a good cat. He seemed to be a intensely bound to the warrior code, and morally strong. A worthy leader. But Wheatfur noticed that the tom had waves of anxiety coming from him, like he was regretting something. The former medicine cat felt that the silence had stayed long enough, so he broke it. ``Hello Fallenstream. I am Wheatfur, the Thunderclan medicine cat. Well, i was, but i was killed at the gathering. Through your life many things will come. But no matter what you will have to endure them.`` He paused his long lion-like tail swishing on the floor, like a timer for how long it would be till Fallenstream became Fallenstar. ``My mother disowned me when my paw was broken, and never healed. My father was never here. So i had to fight it out alone. I made some wrong decisions because i could not endure the pain.`` He paused again, the tension growing. ``To help you not make the same mistake, I give you the life of Endurance. To keep running even when the pain burns, to struggle with your clan, and to stay as leader even when things are tough.`` The tom lent forward, to touch his head to Fallenstream's. The older tom stared into Fallen's eyes, waiting, and watching.

[The_10th_Doctor]

Haypaw’s tail flicked back and forth (Sorry, waiting for @seasalt (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=194))

(lol no problem I can wait all day)

After a few seconds of nothing, Nightshade began licking her chest fur.

[Starfall]

Wheatfur padded forward from the Starclan ranks, his cool blue eyes staring into Fallen's. The Golden-pointed tom knew the to-be leader in passing, and had always strike him as a good cat. He seemed to be a intensely bound to the warrior code, and morally strong. A worthy leader. But Wheatfur noticed that the tom had waves of anxiety coming from him, like he was regretting something. The former medicine cat felt that the silence had stayed long enough, so he broke it. ``Hello Fallenstream. I am Wheatfur, the Thunderclan medicine cat. Well, i was, but i was killed at the gathering. Through your life many things will come. But no matter what you will have to endure them.`` He paused his long lion-like tail swishing on the floor, like a timer for how long it would be till Fallenstream became Fallenstar. ``My mother disowned me when my paw was broken, and never healed. My father was never here. So i had to fight it out alone. I made some wrong decisions because i could not endure the pain.`` He paused again, the tension growing. ``To help you not make the same mistake, I give you the life of Endurance. To keep running even when the pain burns, to struggle with your clan, and to stay as leader even when things are tough.`` The tom lent forward, to touch his head to Fallenstream's. The older tom stared into Fallen's eyes, waiting, and watching.
The tom lifted his head as he heard a faintly familiar voice, though he couldn't place a face or name to that voice for the time being he had heard it before. In the corner of his eye he saw movement, which in turn made him swivel his head more towards the direction of the golden ball of fluff. The moment he saw the purple eyes it clicked, and the tom began to spoke, which only confirmed his answer. He had seen the tom during the gatherings, he would walk past him every once in a while and would hear snidbits of the conversation he was holding with another. He had never truly gotten to know the tom, only heard him snap at passerby's and give away his battleing wisdom. As the former medicine cat started his speech, his soul filled with dread, he wasn't so sure about this anymore, he wasn't fit to be leader, he had killed one of his own clanmates in cold blood, he'd already made bad decisions.

As Wheatfur leaned forward the ebony tom took a step back, fear plastered on his face. He couldn't go through with it, "I-I can't do it, I've done so many things, so many horrible things, I can't become the leader....I'm not good enough." he said, hanging his head, tears welling in the corners of his eyes. Fallenstream knew he wouldn't be able to lead his clan, he had already made so many mistakes, too many mistakes to fix. "I wasn't supposed to be chosen for a deputy, heck, I wasn't supposed to become Leader!" he snapped, " I don't want to become selfish, I can't become power hungry, I can't become the thing I hate the most!" he cried. He had only cried once in his whole life, and that was when his mother didn't come back with his father, when a senior warrior told him that she was in Starclan. He wept the whole night, and didn't eat for a whole day after that. This was a rare moment, the second time in his whole life the ebony feline had ever cried " I'm so confused, my whole life is turned upsidown, I don't know what to think anymore! Russetstar and Snowstar, they're sweet, caring, the opposite of selfish, I don't understand. My beliefs, they've been flipped and swirled, I don't know what to believe anymore! How can I lead my clan if I can't even fix my views!" he cried, the clear liquid landing on the star littered grass. He couldn't bear to look at the golden tom, he figured he looked like a lost kit, that's what he felt like. He could already feel himself drowning in the disappointment, Lightstream turning her nose up, Honeypool walking away, Driftingstorm disowning him, his family hating him, his clan hating him.

[Momotaro]

The tom lifted his head as he heard a faintly familiar voice, though he couldn't place a face or name to that voice for the time being he had heard it before. In the corner of his eye he saw movement, which in turn made him swivel his head more towards the direction of the golden ball of fluff. The moment he saw the purple eyes it clicked, and the tom began to spoke, which only confirmed his answer. He had seen the tom during the gatherings, he would walk past him every once in a while and would hear snidbits of the conversation he was holding with another. He had never truly gotten to know the tom, only heard him snap at passerby's and give away his battleing wisdom. As the former medicine cat started his speech, his soul filled with dread, he wasn't so sure about this anymore, he wasn't fit to be leader, he had killed one of his own clanmates in cold blood, he'd already made bad decisions.

As Wheatfur leaned forward the ebony tom took a step back, fear plastered on his face. He couldn't go through with it, "I-I can't do it, I've done so many things, so many horrible things, I can't become the leader....I'm not good enough." he said, hanging his head, tears welling in the corners of his eyes. Fallenstream knew he wouldn't be able to lead his clan, he had already made so many mistakes, too many mistakes to fix. "I wasn't supposed to be chosen for a deputy, heck, I wasn't supposed to become Leader!" he snapped, " I don't want to become selfish, I can't become power hungry, I can't become the thing I hate the most!" he cried. He had only cried once in his whole life, and that was when his mother didn't come back with his father, when a senior warrior told him that she was in Starclan. He wept the whole night, and didn't eat for a whole day after that. This was a rare moment, the second time in his whole life the ebony feline had ever cried " I'm so confused, my whole life is turned upsidown, I don't know what to think anymore! Russetstar and Snowstar, they're sweet, caring, the opposite of selfish, I don't understand. My beliefs, they've been flipped and swirled, I don't know what to believe anymore! How can I lead my clan if I can't even fix my views!" he cried, the clear liquid landing on the star littered grass. He couldn't bear to look at the golden tom, he figured he looked like a lost kit, that's what he felt like. He could already feel himself drowning in the disappointment, Lightstream turning her nose up, Honeypool walking away, Driftingstorm disowning him, his family hating him, his clan hating him.


Wheatfur was taken back, but he stared back at Fallen. He sighed and started to talk to the tom. ``Fallenstream. I have commited wrongs i should have never done. Hurt cats. I do not know what you did, but you are beyond this. Do you know why you will be a good leader? Because you didn't ask for it. You had leadership thrusted upon you, you can'y be selfish. You did not kill RussetStar, he left on his own accord.`` The tom took a breath, staring straight at Fallen. ``If you leave now, there will be NO one to replace you, and if they did, what now? You would be known for cowardice, instead of being a great leader. You choose.'' The tom breathed slowly. ``Falllenstream. Life is hard. You will have to question things, you will have to change. Life will try break you. But you stand tall. You face it head on, as running will get you no where. And if me, the grumpy old senior warrior who has fought his whole life, can be a medicine cat, you can be leader. No, not just a leader, a great one. Fallenstar.`` The tom tipped his head agin, eyes staring at Fallenstream. It felt like a storm had appeared in the cave, lightning energy crackling.

{Sorry these are shorter posts, but im better at action packed small posts.}

[Starfall]

Wheatfur was taken back, but he stared back at Fallen. He sighed and started to talk to the tom. ``Fallenstream. I have commited wrongs i should have never done. Hurt cats. I do not know what you did, but you are beyond this. Do you know why you will be a good leader? Because you didn't ask for it. You had leadership thrusted upon you, you can'y be selfish. You did not kill RussetStar, he left on his own accord.`` The tom took a breath, staring straight at Fallen. ``If you leave now, there will be NO one to replace you, and if they did, what now? You would be known for cowardice, instead of being a great leader. You choose.'' The tom breathed slowly. ``Falllenstream. Life is hard. You will have to question things, you will have to change. Life will try break you. But you stand tall. You face it head on, as running will get you no where. And if me, the grumpy old senior warrior who has fought his whole life, can be a medicine cat, you can be leader. No, not just a leader, a great one. Fallenstar.`` The tom tipped his head agin, eyes staring at Fallenstream. It felt like a storm had appeared in the cave, lightning energy crackling.

{Sorry these are shorter posts, but im better at action packed small posts.}
[It just reloaded ;v;
gotta type that all over again, dang it I had two paragraphs XD ]

The ebony tom shook his head and folded his ears against his skull "I-I can't, they've fought so hard to stay the way they are, put so much effort into being who they want to be...I'll just bring them down...I would just tear all that effort off and punt it into the river...I would be the last thing they need." he sighed, his tail hitting the star littered dirt, kicking up a dirty cloud. His hues were focused on the space between his paws as Wheatfur began to enlighten him. He knew that it was a horrible decision to leave his clan behind like that...but he was nothing but a piece of crowfood, and Riverclan deserved better. Once the golden tom finished he gave it a thought, a long, hard thought, and after a moment he had come to a conclusion " Help me." he began, "I-I can't do it on my own...but, if you, Starclan, guided me...just a little, and after I get used to it...then I won't disappoint them, I won't destroy everything they've tried so hard to create and protect...please." he pleaded. He knew that he wouldn't be the leader they wanted him to be with his muddled thing he called a mind at the moment, he couldn't afford to mess up, and he couldn't afford to back down either...his clan needed him, and no matter how much it hurt him, he had to..he just hoped he would do it right.

[Starfall]

[ sssshhhoooot! I'm so sorry Charmer ;w;
oh my goodness I got so wrapped up in giving Rattlesnake a spot, oh my gosh I'm sorry /v\" ]

The tom let out a huff, and shook his head, his tail lashing behind him. He couldn't, he couldn't stop now, his clan needed him, they had lost their Medicine cat as well as their leader...they one they looked up to most. He had taken the spot after the EE, in his eyes, the russet tom was power hungry, but, after becoming deputy and seeing just how much effort was needed, his vision was becoming a little cloudy. His clouded judgement was also because of Honeypool, the fact that she befriended him, after all he had done to her, the fact that she stayed, something within him began to change, he could feel it shift within him. He needed to focus, he couldn't think twice about his decision, he would drown his thoughts, smother them, break them.

Fallenstream shook his head and narrowed his eyes, waiting to see who would step forward. He was terrified, if he was being honest, he wasn't sure about anything, it felt as though his head was splitting, he was terrified of his own thoughts. He didn't trust himself anymore, how could he? His mind kept throwing back memories, horrid memories, the killing, the hatred. His head hurt, it made him want to scream, cry out, or, just disappear, he didn't want this pain anymore, he didn't want this, it hurt, too much. He wanted out, he wanted it to stop, the pain. The ebony feline shook his head, quickly, digging his claws into the dirt, he was going insaine, he was loosing it, he had to shut out his thoughts, he had to drown them, burn them, kill them, break them. And so he did, he shoved them back to the very corners of his mind, and locked them up, instantly, the screaming and yelling in his head stopped. His lapis hues were glossy, dull, he shut himself off, for the first time, after all he had done, his emotions were gone.

[Charmer]

starfall

(You're ok :) Now let's make your HR cat official!)

Now that all the older cats had gone, it was Perchkit's turn. The little dark tabby padded forward, his white paws gleaming with starlight and his blue eyes sparkled cheerfully. "It's ok. You're almost done!" the little tom said simply. The warrior looked so sad that Perchkit wished he could invite him to play for a while so that he could laugh and relax for a minute. There was more to it though. The tom had the same look of confusion and turmoil he'd seen before. It was the look on Juniperpaw's face as he laid there vomiting blood on the floor of the medicine den, the look of a cat who wasn't sure what to do or where to turn and suffering because of it. "Don't be sad. I have a life I want to give you. It's the life of Judgement," he meowed happily, his glittering tail waving behind him. "When I was alive in Riverclan, I got really sick. So sick that Juniperpaw couldn't help me. She made a hard choice and gave me berries so that I wouldn't have to hurt anymore. It was hard, but I got to be with my mother and father while I went to sleep. That was better." The little tabby tom, smiled sadly, remembering the moment when he floated above his own body and looked down on his parents as they cried. But he straightened up shortly. He had a job to do, and something Fallenstar needed to know. "When you're the leader, sometimes you'll have to make really hard choices like she did. Sometimes there won't like any of the things you get to pick. Judgement will help you see which is the best choice: for Riverclan, the forest, and all the cats you'll be helping." Perchkit's tail gave an excited lash, "I just know you'll do such great things!" With that he stretched up his nose to touch it to the taller tom's. When the life had transferred, he backed away smiling. "Could you tell Juniperpaw it's ok? I think she'd still upset with herself, but she really did do the right thing." Padding away, the little tom took his place among the ranks and began cheering the new leader's name. "Fallenstar! Fallenstar!"

[Barnabas]

Haypaw’s tail flicked back and forth (Sorry, waiting for Ennard)

Morningkit appeared, looking around for her sibling, since Haypaw was having a bit of a hard time on her own. She spotted her sister, making her way over to Haypaw. "Sorry I'm a bit late. Don't do anything you might regret. Being dead is awfull." meowed Morningkit.

[Mango]

Morningkit appeared, looking around for her sibling, since Haypaw was having a bit of a hard time on her own. She spotted her sister, making her way over to Haypaw. "Sorry I'm a bit late. Don't do anything you might regret. Being dead is awfull." meowed Morningkit.
Haypaw breathed,” Morningkit, but atleast you have thr rest of your family with you.” She meowed

[Barnabas]

Haypaw breathed,” Morningkit, but atleast you have thr rest of your family with you.” She meowed

Morningkit shrugged. "I hardly ever see them. I'm always hanging around my friend Mildpaw. I follow him everywhere.
He keeps me occupied." she replied.

[Mango]

Morningkit shrugged. "I hardly ever see them. I'm always hanging around my friend Mildpaw. I follow him everywhere.
He keeps me occupied." she replied.
Haypaw paused,”Not when he goes training right, a kit can’t leave camp!” Wow, im looking down when im talking to my sister.

[Starfall]

Charmer

The tom felt his heart lurch the moment he saw the kit, he remembered the small tom, he remembered how Juniperpaw freaked out, how torn apart she was. As the young tom stepped forward the ebony feline tried his hardest not to flinch back, not to recoil. He wasn't sure about this, about becoming leader, he had already been wracking his brain about choosing weather or not to go through with this. As the young tom leaned forward to touch his little pink nose against the tom's forehead Fallenstream paused for a moment, this was his last life, if he wanted to turn back now, he would have to stop, he would have to pull back and refuse. He felt a force push down on him, on his soul, he couldn't push back, and now, he didn't want to, the lives that were given to him wanted him to continue, he could feel the piercing gaze's of Starclan, he had to do it for them, he had to do it for his clan. The tom lowered his head and bit his cheek as he felt the surge of energy hit him. He staggered back and huffed as he regained his breath. He did it, he was now a leader.

Fallenstar perked his ears as he heard the kit chant his name, a mixture of pride and disgust. But he had to swallow it down, for his clan's sake. He gave the star scattered cats a small, sad smile and dipped his head.

AbsurdJinx

The tom woke up, his blue hues danced with exhaustion. He slowly raised his head and perked his ears, trying to hear the breathing of the medicine cat. He picked himself up and winced, he was sore, his muscles just wanted him to stay put. He couldn't however, he had to get back, and on that note he picked himself up and poked the medicine cat on the back, wondering if she was sleeping, or visiting Starclan as he was.

[AbsurdJinx]

@starfall (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=72)


Juniperpaw rose to find Fallenstream - no, Fallenstar - standing above her. She took a quick moment to register the fact that the dark-pelted tomcat would now be working closer alongside her. She reveled in the fact that he seemed to approve of her role in the clan, unlike Russetstar, which let her feel somewhat more comfortable with the new leader. She flashed him an eager grin, a kit-like excitement stretched across her face. Juniperpaw approved greatly of Fallenstar and was looking forward to working with him, perhaps even forming a strong bond with the older feline. Suddenly, her flamboyant grin faded into what she hoped was a comforting smile. Compassion flooded her gaze.

Quietly, Juniperpaw meowed to him, ``Don't you worry, Fallenstar. I'm right behind you.`` She could relate to him currently, the weight that must surely be pulling him down. She bet he was doubting himself and his abilities, just as she had done when Geckoleaf chose her to be her apprentice. Juniperpaw had been skilled when it came to hiding her pain - she hoped Fallenstar was, too. As superiors among their clanmates, they must remain strong for those they are responsible for. However, Juniperpaw wanted the new leader to know he could confide in her. Though they had to remain strong for those who looked up to them, they did not have to hide from everyone, including each other. Juniperpaw was there to help Fallenstar carry the weight he cannot carry alone. Though she was young, she's been through a lot within her seven moons which gave her experience and experience gifted her with wisdom. She was willing to help Fallenstar in anyway possible. ``Remember, you can rely on me for anything. I wanna help you.``

Inhaling heavily, Juniperpaw gazed up at the large tomcat. Her smiled widened slightly, and her green eyes adopted flames of determination. ``Are you ready, Fallenstar?``

[Bracken12]

Megan
The light gray tabby watched quietly, waiting for just the right moment. Whitheredpelt, no. Her name was Cinderstep, it always would be to him. Bravesky's green eyes, shining with starlight, shone even brighter as she came into view. Though she was scarred, her white and light ginger fur patchy and ruffled, she was still beautiful to him. "Cinderstep... Witheredpelt... Hi," he spoke softly as he stepped on soft paws over to her. His proud stance and gentle gaze showed none sign of the agony he had endured in his last moments. "How are you? Have you been doing good? Are the apprentices taking care of you?" he asked, ears pricking. He wished he could walk out of the cave with her and go back to Shadowclan, but that was a fool's wish. He sat down, waiting for her to respond.

[Barnabas]

Megan
The light gray tabby watched quietly, waiting for just the right moment. Whitheredpelt, no. Her name was Cinderstep, it always would be to him. Bravesky's green eyes, shining with starlight, shone even brighter as she came into view. Though she was scarred, her white and light ginger fur patchy and ruffled, she was still beautiful to him. "Cinderstep... Witheredpelt... Hi," he spoke softly as he stepped on soft paws over to her. His proud stance and gentle gaze showed none sign of the agony he had endured in his last moments. "How are you? Have you been doing good? Are the apprentices taking care of you?" he asked, ears pricking. He wished he could walk out of the cave with her and go back to Shadowclan, but that was a fool's wish. He sat down, waiting for her to respond.

Whitheredpelt let out a smile, purring lightly as her dead mate spoke. "I've been good. The apprentice's have been wonderfull to me. There are some kits that are scarred of me, but they grow to get used to it." replied Witheredpelt. The old molly sat down, since her side began to hurt from walking from camp all the way to the starcave. She always had to visit him when she was feeling down. At least her kits came to visit. "Its been hard. I was lucky enough to have escaped the battle. Nobody is really alliwed out of camp at this time. I just wish all clans would get along." meowed Witheredpelt.

[Bracken12]

Whitheredpelt let out a smile, purring lightly as her dead mate spoke. "I've been good. The apprentice's have been wonderfull to me. There are some kits that are scarred of me, but they grow to get used to it." replied Witheredpelt. The old molly sat down, since her side began to hurt from walking from camp all the way to the starcave. She always had to visit him when she was feeling down. At least her kits came to visit. "Its been hard. I was lucky enough to have escaped the battle. Nobody is really alliwed out of camp at this time. I just wish all clans would get along." meowed Witheredpelt.

"Well, cats have claws and tempers for a reason, we can't expect them to be at peace forever," Bravesky meowed. "And the kits? They'll grow out of it," he added as a afterthought. "How... How are our kits?" he asked quietly, feeling the ever present pick of guilt. He should be there, helping Witheredpelt, being their father, instead he was dead. Why did he have to die? He couldn't even remember what had killed him, he just remembered the pain, and the burning sensation that he had felt. "You're lucky... You'll always be lucky, not every cat can say they survived a battle of... that size," he shivered as he recalled how many cats had joined Starclan's ranks that time. He was wondering how many cats would say this war between the clans was there last battle. He purred as he lifted his gaze to Witheredpelt's eyes. Forgetting all his problems for just a moment.

[Barnabas]

"Well, cats have claws and tempers for a reason, we can't expect them to be at peace forever," Bravesky meowed. "And the kits? They'll grow out of it," he added as a afterthought. "How... How are our kits?" he asked quietly, feeling the ever present pick of guilt. He should be there, helping Witheredpelt, being their father, instead he was dead. Why did he have to die? He couldn't even remember what had killed him, he just remembered the pain, and the burning sensation that he had felt. "You're lucky... You'll always be lucky, not every cat can say they survived a battle of... that size," he shivered as he recalled how many cats had joined Starclan's ranks that time. He was wondering how many cats would say this war between the clans was there last battle. He purred as he lifted his gaze to Witheredpelt's eyes. Forgetting all his problems for just a moment.

Witheredpelt looked at her dead mate with a dip of her head in a low purr. "Our kits are doing good." replied the elder. The molly gave her neck a quick scratch as a bite began to itch.
(Sorry it's short. Im doing this on my phone)

[Bracken12]

Witheredpelt looked at her dead mate with a dip of her head in a low purr. "Our kits are doing good." replied the elder. The molly gave her neck a quick scratch as a bite began to itch.
(Sorry it's short. Im doing this on my phone)

Bravesky sighed out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. "That's good," he said, his eyes glowing with excitement.
(it's okay, I have the block of the writer)

[Barnabas]

Bravesky sighed out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. "That's good," he said, his eyes glowing with excitement.
(it's okay, I have the block of the writer)

Witheredpelt let out a purr, nuzzling his chin as he sighed. "I hardly get to see them. Only one come's to visit." meowed the elder.

[lone]

Caliapaw had been to the Starcave only once, for her ceremony. So much had changed since that time - she was older, and she knew much more than she had since she had first begun her training. Caliapaw felt like she had never gotten a lot of closure, or at least not enough, on what had happened… she hadn’t even gotten to speak to Wheatfur since his death. She really didn’t want to be here right now, but it was important that Passionblaze was supported by the young she cat. This was a lot for her at the moment… she had liked Snowstar a lot, and through the conversation the two had shared, even before, had grown to respect the former leader. Now that she had stepped down… Caliapaw was left with a new leader that she did not know, and this was hardly the time to get acquainted.

She took a breath and turned to look at the tom, keeping her voice steady and expression calm. ”Are you ready?” The medicine cat wasn’t quite sure how this was supposed to be done. It wasn’t like Wheatfur had given her a step-by-step of it… but at least she could try and figure out at least a little bit of what was supposed to happen. She didn’t really want to be here, if she was being completely honest… part of her had thought that she was able to stay behind and skip out on this whole ceremony thing. But she supposed she had always known she was going to have to do it… it was important, after all.

Just as Passionblaze had a duty to ThunderClan to become their leader now, Caliapaw had a duty to perform the tasks of a medicine cat - and she wasn’t going to be a slacker about it. She couldn’t. The Clan was counting on her, and if she fell behind, who was going to pick up the slack? She didn’t have anyone to lean on right now. Caliapaw was having more trouble now than ever trusting her own instincts, with her confidence, and trusting other cats. Maybe Wheatfur had made a mistake. But if he’d made a mistake… then what hope was there for her future?

Constellation

[Brilliance]

Caliapaw had been to the Starcave only once, for her ceremony. So much had changed since that time - she was older, and she knew much more than she had since she had first begun her training. Caliapaw felt like she had never gotten a lot of closure, or at least not enough, on what had happened… she hadn’t even gotten to speak to Wheatfur since his death. She really didn’t want to be here right now, but it was important that Passionblaze was supported by the young she cat. This was a lot for her at the moment… she had liked Snowstar a lot, and through the conversation the two had shared, even before, had grown to respect the former leader. Now that she had stepped down… Caliapaw was left with a new leader that she did not know, and this was hardly the time to get acquainted.

She took a breath and turned to look at the tom, keeping her voice steady and expression calm. ”Are you ready?” The medicine cat wasn’t quite sure how this was supposed to be done. It wasn’t like Wheatfur had given her a step-by-step of it… but at least she could try and figure out at least a little bit of what was supposed to happen. She didn’t really want to be here, if she was being completely honest… part of her had thought that she was able to stay behind and skip out on this whole ceremony thing. But she supposed she had always known she was going to have to do it… it was important, after all.

Just as Passionblaze had a duty to ThunderClan to become their leader now, Caliapaw had a duty to perform the tasks of a medicine cat - and she wasn’t going to be a slacker about it. She couldn’t. The Clan was counting on her, and if she fell behind, who was going to pick up the slack? She didn’t have anyone to lean on right now. Caliapaw was having more trouble now than ever trusting her own instincts, with her confidence, and trusting other cats. Maybe Wheatfur had made a mistake. But if he’d made a mistake… then what hope was there for her future?

Constellation


The ginger tom didn’t know how to reply to Caliapaw’s question. Their entire walk to the starcave made him queasy with every step. He had lingered behind a bit to collect troubling thoughts, not knowing whether to dodge them or prepare for the impact. He couldn’t believe that he was about to be leader. Honestly, Passionblaze usually doubted himself for this role. Being deputy was one thing - but leader? A monarch where he was the representative for his clan, his word was law and shall prevail. Passionblaze wished Snowstar hadn’t resigned, but he understood that she was stressed. She needed to be with her family. There was nothing wrong with having happiness.

Passionblaze gave a glance toward Caliapaw. The journey had been quiet, which wasn’t out the ordinary. Although an easy tom to approach, Passionblaze was the listener and not the chatty catty. Besides that, he had been locked in his thoughts. The tom tried to pay close attention to the sounds of nature, but the pounding of his heart was an electric beat that disturbed him to no end. Passionblaze had been silently thankful for the company because if Caliapaw hadn’t came, he’d be running in circles. Passionblaze was dedicated to his clan. He always had been. Recklessly brave to protect another life in desperate measures. Becoming deputy meant he was preparing to be leader...he just didn’t think it would be so soon.

As they approached the entrance, Passionblaze abruptly stopped, almost tripping on his paws. The cave was brilliantly magnificent. A fine work of art that Passionblaze’s eyes sparked with fascination. The tom’s thoughts whirled around the history of this cave, how it was morphed and how it evolved within the forest. Yet, it wasn’t time for him to give philosophies and his own theories to determine the landmark. Perhaps, another time he’d do that. Passionblaze had looked to Caliapaw, a questioning stare on his face. He didn’t exactly know what to do or how to approach all...this. Passionblaze looked toward the cave, squinting his eyes at it. He took an awkward step forward, stopping once to glance back at Caliapaw. The tom knew this shouldn’t take all day. He looked as if he was about to have cold paws - instead, he muttered up a bright grin, “Wish me luck!” He turned, flicking his tail at the she cat as he padded inside slowly. His eyes never missed a spot. It was clearly seen how he admired the place greatly. This was the starcave. This cave held the stars. Inhaling in a deep breath, and exhaling ever-so-softly that he felt if he breathed too hard, the cave would become unbalanced. There was a gem in the middle. Brightly lit, the brightest light in the cave. Passionblaze cautiously approached it. He circled it for a moment, studying the piece with unanswered questions settling in his mind. When he finally laid down, he knew this was it. This was the unprepared moment he was...unprepared for. It had to be done, however. Thunderclan needed a strong leader. A challenging one. Passionblaze may had lacked confidence in himself, but Thunderclan? Never. Passionblaze knew the heartfelt warriors resided in Thunderclan. After every disaster, their resilience was a passionate thing. To put short, he was proud to become the new leader. He just hoped Thunderclan was prepared for him. Passionblaze inched closer to touch his nose to the mineral. Finally, he closed his eyes. When he opened them, he knew he wasn’t in reality. This was the blossoming moment. This was Starclan. “Wow...”

Flameleaf

[Tundra]

Ferretpaw sat on a rock, waiting for the deputy to arrive. His gaze scanned the territory. He exhaled and closed his eyes and continued to wait, tail thumping on the rock beside him. Ferretpaw got to his paws and stretched. The dead apprentice flicked his ears and looked at the ground.

He looked over his shoulder, sighing when he saw only StarClan cats. The apprentice waited for a bit longer, seated on the rock again. His whiskers twitched and he glanced over his shoulder. Passionblaze had arrived. He jumped down from the rock he had been seated on and walked over to the tom, tail flicking. Ferretpaw stood in front of deputy. He waited until he was ready before giving him his first life.

[Writers Block]

[Brilliance]

Ferretpaw sat on a rock, waiting for the deputy to arrive. His gaze scanned the territory. He exhaled and closed his eyes and continued to wait, tail thumping on the rock beside him. Ferretpaw got to his paws and stretched. The dead apprentice flicked his ears and looked at the ground.

He looked over his shoulder, sighing when he saw only StarClan cats. The apprentice waited for a bit longer, seated on the rock again. His whiskers twitched and he glanced over his shoulder. Passionblaze had arrived. He jumped down from the rock he had been seated on and walked over to the tom, tail flicking. Ferretpaw stood in front of deputy. He waited until he was ready before giving him his first life.

[Writers Block]

Passionblaze certainly was awestruck. He never been to Starclan before, so seeing it for the first time was a knock out. He wondered if this was how every leader reacted when they came to Starclan. The tom then looked forward, eyes wandering around for a moment. This was the place where dead cats resided. This was their happy ever after. He wondered if his father was here. Was his father going to be one of the cats giving him a life? It would had been nice and comforting to see Flamingpassion again.

The flamed tom’s muscles tensed when he saw the first cat. Passionblaze had been focused on the scenery and not on anyone approaching him anytime soon. After calming down slightly, Passionblaze gave a soft smile, unable to speak as he felt a bit unworthy to be around the starry-pelted cats. So, instead he gave a bow of his head in respect, his eyes studying the cat. An apprentice, he observed. It was time for his first life.

[Tundra]

Ferretpaw waited until he was ready. The apprentice showed no emotion, he just simply sat there, staring at the tom. He exhaled and flicked an ear. The apprentice looked over his shoulder, watching all the cats walking around.

Without hesitation Ferretpaw lifted his head and touched noses with him. “With this life I give you courage. Use it well to make the right decisions, even when things get tough.” The apprentice stood completely still for a few moments, then backed away with his head lowered. He twitched his whiskers and backed into the crowd, leaving Passionblaze in the clearing as he waited for the next cat to give him a life.

[Brilliance]

Ferretpaw waited until he was ready. The apprentice showed no emotion, he just simply sat there, staring at the tom. He exhaled and flicked an ear. The apprentice looked over his shoulder, watching all the cats walking around.

Without hesitation Ferretpaw lifted his head and touched noses with him. “With this life I give you courage. Use it well to make the right decisions, even when things get tough.” The apprentice stood completely still for a few moments, then backed away with his head lowered. He twitched his whiskers and backed into the crowd, leaving Passionblaze in the clearing as he waited for the next cat to give him a life.

Passionblaze breathed softly, his green-amber gaze watching the apprentice as the young lad stepped up to him. Passionblaze did not expect to touch noses with the dead cat, as he wasn't used to this. He was a little taken off guard, slightly overwhelmed, and almost stepped back. He felt the new life seep into his veins, fresh and cold like the freezing nights of leafbare. All thoughts were pushed aside. For him everything was out of sight. His eyes had closed for a moment until the starclan cat stepped back. Passionblaze let out a deep breath, blinking his eyes frequently to regain conscious. He wondered if dying was like receiving a new life. Cold, yet promising. Passionblaze had nodded, taking account of what the starclan said and watched as he disappeared back into the crowd. The Life of Courage. His first life, now on to his second one.

guapathecat

[guapathecat]

Passionblaze breathed softly, his green-amber gaze watching the apprentice as the young lad stepped up to him. Passionblaze did not expect to touch noses with the dead cat, as he wasn't used to this. He was a little taken off guard, slightly overwhelmed, and almost stepped back. He felt the new life seep into his veins, fresh and cold like the freezing nights of leafbare. All thoughts were pushed aside. For him everything was out of sight. His eyes had closed for a moment until the starclan cat stepped back. Passionblaze let out a deep breath, blinking his eyes frequently to regain conscious. He wondered if dying was like receiving a new life. Cold, yet promising. Passionblaze had nodded, taking account of what the starclan said and watched as he disappeared back into the crowd. The Life of Courage. His first life, now on to his second one.

guapathecat


Shinepaw sighed, watching Ferretpaw walk away. Well, now it’s my turn, she though as she padded up to Passionblaze, touching noses with him. “I give you the life of loyalty. I died at the claws of a traitorous warrior long ago, so use this life to be loyal to your entire Clan, and the cats within it.” She meowed, sending the life into Passionblaze. Shinepaw smiled. “Use it well.” she mewed, watching from the sidelines as the future leader got his next lives.

[Brilliance]

Shinepaw sighed, watching Ferretpaw walk away. Well, now it’s my turn, she though as she padded up to Passionblaze, touching noses with him. “I give you the life of loyalty. I died at the claws of a traitorous warrior long ago, so use this life to be loyal to your entire Clan, and the cats within it.” She meowed, sending the life into Passionblaze. Shinepaw smiled. “Use it well.” she mewed, watching from the sidelines as the future leader got his next lives.

Again another cat approached him. Passionblaze stood tall to appear brave but he was still a bit woozy from receiving his first life. He had little time to recover when he saw the blurry image of another cat stepping up to him. This was a price of being a leader. No one ever said it was a breeze to gain a life. For him, he felt like he was dying and being revived again. Since he never died, he couldn’t compare receiving a new life to death. However, the gist was that it still hurt. It left him shocked. But, a good type of pain. It was the feeling of integrity and he treasured that virtue. Passionblaze dipped his head to the starry pelted cat, feeling her touch her nose to his. Again, that cold feeling sleeping into his veins and leaving him distraught for a slight moment. When she pulled away, Passionblaze heard her words repeat themselves in his head. The life of loyalty.

Spiral Whirl

[wolfie]

Again another cat approached him. Passionblaze stood tall to appear brave but he was still a bit woozy from receiving his first life. He had little time to recover when he saw the blurry image of another cat stepping up to him. This was a price of being a leader. No one ever said it was a breeze to gain a life. For him, he felt like he was dying and being revived again. Since he never died, he couldn’t compare receiving a new life to death. However, the gist was that it still hurt. It left him shocked. But, a good type of pain. It was the feeling of integrity and he treasured that virtue. Passionblaze dipped his head to the starry pelted cat, feeling her touch her nose to his. Again, that cold feeling sleeping into his veins and leaving him distraught for a slight moment. When she pulled away, Passionblaze heard her words repeat themselves in his head. The life of loyalty.

Spiral Whirl


The queen watch, she could feel the excitement in her paws. Nervous may be a understatement to describe how Bundleleaf felt. She watch the two apprentices give the tom his first and second life. Realizing it was her turn, the brown tabby step forward. "Hello. " She meow, figuring she should at least greet him. Bundleleaf offer him a reassuring smile. "I give you the life of joy, through thick and thin always wear a smile on your face. " She lightly touch her nose to him. Muttering a soft, "I'm sure your make a great leader," Before stepping back. Bundleleaf rejoin the other starry cats, feeling rather happy that it seem to go smoothly. She didn't know how the others seem so calm, maybe being dead still didn't give her wisdom. However her smile never did waver through out her life.

[Brilliance]

The queen watch, she could feel the excitement in her paws. Nervous may be a understatement to describe how Bundleleaf felt. She watch the two apprentices give the tom his first and second life. Realizing it was her turn, the brown tabby step forward. "Hello. " She meow, figuring she should at least greet him. Bundleleaf offer him a reassuring smile. "I give you the life of joy, through thick and thin always wear a smile on your face. " She lightly touch her nose to him. Muttering a soft, "I'm sure your make a great leader," Before stepping back. Bundleleaf rejoin the other starry cats, feeling rather happy that it seem to go smoothly. She didn't know how the others seem so calm, maybe being dead still didn't give her wisdom. However her smile never did waver through out her life.

Passionblaze regained his strength after a momentary dizziness. He made out another starry figure approaching him. He was surprised that he hadn’t collapsed from exhaustion. He was still standing. Hopefully, he appeared as prideful because he knew for certain that within him was a sort of...nervous. No doubt he was nervous as becomingbleader was a huge responsibility. That didn’t deter his faith in Thunderclan. As their new leader, he focused himself on making goals and following them. In his mind, Thunderclan would one day become a utopia. Thriving and prospering because of mighty warriors. The cat that appeared before him was a queen. The tom flicked his ears back, once again bowing his head to show respect. When she touched noses with him, a frosty feeling of warmth laid within him. It wasn’t too cold like his two lives before, so that must had meant he was getting used to this. Not that he minded the pain at all. He just didn’t like it being overbearing. He had smiled brightly after the queen stepped away. More so towards her compliment that she muttered at him. “I sure do hope so,” He replied, softly. The Life of Joy. For some odd reason,’it made him feel kittish inside. No matter how stressful responsibilities will be, he will maintain a life of joy. Serving his clan was joyful enough, anyway.

Fuzzyfeline

[Fuzzy]

Passionblaze regained his strength after a momentary dizziness. He made out another starry figure approaching him. He was surprised that he hadn’t collapsed from exhaustion. He was still standing. Hopefully, he appeared as prideful because he knew for certain that within him was a sort of...nervous. No doubt he was nervous as becomingbleader was a huge responsibility. That didn’t deter his faith in Thunderclan. As their new leader, he focused himself on making goals and following them. In his mind, Thunderclan would one day become a utopia. Thriving and prospering because of mighty warriors. The cat that appeared before him was a queen. The tom flicked his ears back, once again bowing his head to show respect. When she touched noses with him, a frosty feeling of warmth laid within him. It wasn’t too cold like his two lives before, so that must had meant he was getting used to this. Not that he minded the pain at all. He just didn’t like it being overbearing. He had smiled brightly after the queen stepped away. More so towards her compliment that she muttered at him. “I sure do hope so,” He replied, softly. The Life of Joy. For some odd reason,’it made him feel kittish inside. No matter how stressful responsibilities will be, he will maintain a life of joy. Serving his clan was joyful enough, anyway.

Fuzzyfeline



The small figure of Skykit could be seen watching in the ranks of StarClan. Her long creamy white pelt had stars shining in it like the warriors around her. Skykit had been granted the chance to give a life, the life of Faith. After the Queen stepped away from Passionblaze, soon to be Passionstar the blue eyed she-kit bounced over to the much larger tom. Her bushy little tail was slightly held up but she dipped her head to the tom. "Hello." She chirped. It was round not to greet your elderly. With bright eyes she tried to reach up and touch his nose to hers. "I give you the life of Faith. Be faithful not only in StarClan but in your choices and Clanmates." The kit meowed. Skykit then bad up a bit. She didn't want to crowed him. True she'd never given a life or received one. But that didn't mean she hasn't seen a life be given. Only being here four moons she'd already seen more leader ceremonies then she ever thought she would. "Be wise with your faith and you'll be a wonderful leader." She added after he recovered from his life. With that she gave a smile and turn around. Disappearing in the ranks of StarClan warriors.

[Brilliance]

The small figure of Skykit could be seen watching in the ranks of StarClan. Her long creamy white pelt had stars shining in it like the warriors around her. Skykit had been granted the chance to give a life, the life of Faith. After the Queen stepped away from Passionblaze, soon to be Passionstar the blue eyed she-kit bounced over to the much larger tom. Her bushy little tail was slightly held up but she dipped her head to the tom. "Hello." She chirped. It was round not to greet your elderly. With bright eyes she tried to reach up and touch his nose to hers. "I give you the life of Faith. Be faithful not only in StarClan but in your choices and Clanmates." The kit meowed. Skykit then bad up a bit. She didn't want to crowed him. True she'd never given a life or received one. But that didn't mean she hasn't seen a life be given. Only being here four moons she'd already seen more leader ceremonies then she ever thought she would. "Be wise with your faith and you'll be a wonderful leader." She added after he recovered from his life. With that she gave a smile and turn around. Disappearing in the ranks of StarClan warriors.


The most heartbreaking part of his lives was when he saw a kit bouncing towards him. He knew life wasn’t granted. He knew death didn’t discriminate but it was something about seeing a dead kit, who never had a chance to live a fulfilling life of becoming an apprentice or warrior. It made his heart tighten when the starry kit bounced towards him. He leaned further down to touch noses with her. The life of faith. Even if the contact was a little hearthrobbing to him, it made him realize the future of Thunderclan. Small kits like Skykit who were excited about becoming warriors. These were feral grounds and not most feral cats made it to their warriorhood. Everybody dies but not everybody lives, Passionblaze thought sadly after seeing the Starclan kit scamper off among the other Starclan warriors. One thing that flames his determination was the brightest look in her blue eyes. Although dead, she a brilliantly lit star. Passionblaze knew that she would had made an excellent warrior if given the chance. Any kit with that look in their eyes always inspired Passionblaze to do better.

Silver Pinneaple

[pomegranate]

The most heartbreaking part of his lives was when he saw a kit bouncing towards him. He knew life wasn’t granted. He knew death didn’t discriminate but it was something about seeing a dead kit, who never had a chance to live a fulfilling life of becoming an apprentice or warrior. It made his heart tighten when the starry kit bounced towards him. He leaned further down to touch noses with her. The life of faith. Even if the contact was a little hearthrobbing to him, it made him realize the future of Thunderclan. Small kits like Skykit who were excited about becoming warriors. These were feral grounds and not most feral cats made it to their warriorhood. Everybody dies but not everybody lives, Passionblaze thought sadly after seeing the Starclan kit scamper off among[/I] the other Starclan warriors. One thing that flames his determination was the brightest look in her blue eyes. Although dead, she a brilliantly lit star. Passionblaze knew that she would had made an excellent warrior if given the chance. Any kit with that look in their eyes always inspired Passionblaze to do better.

Silver Pinneaple


Breezeshine’s heart was pounding. It was her turn. Passionblaze, soon to be star, would receive a life from a cat he surely didn’t know. But she would play an ultimate role in his life. The pressure almost made her snap, but she knew that she would succeed. For Thunderclan. Although, all clans mattered, even enemy clans. She realized all Starclan cats present were staring at her. Oh! I nearly forgot to move my paws, she thought, padding up to the young deputy on starry paws. Her glistening pelt shimmered much more beautifully than in real life, the first time she had seen it, she had been in awe of herself! She looked at the tom happily a purr rumbling in her throat.
“Passionblaze,” She said, her voice rich in regret and kindness to this cat she barely knew. “I give you a life for fairness, to never put cats too young to fight in battle, to never start a fight that could have been solved with words,” She paused at that, hoping he did not realize she had made a mistake. She hoped she hadn’t hurt his feelings. “And to give mercy to your enemies.” She finished, feeling every claw that had torn out her throat in her last battle, too young to kill. She had lied dying in a ditch, not even enough mercy to show to a new warrior who had just received her name. She stood up straight on her paws, her small frame barely allowing her to brush her nose against Passionblaze’s. She stepped back, feeling both excited and happy, and sad and tormented. If she had had nine lives, she would have given every single one to die in that ditch, just so she could experience this moment, when an ambitious deputy was crowned leader, and to lead his precious clan.

[Brilliance]

Breezeshine’s heart was pounding. It was her turn. Passionblaze, soon to be star[I], would receive a life from a cat he surely didn’t know. But she would play an ultimate role in his life. The pressure almost made her snap, but she knew that she would succeed. For Thunderclan. Although, all clans mattered, even enemy clans. She realized all Starclan cats present were staring at her. [I]Oh! I nearly forgot to move my paws, she thought, padding up to the young deputy on starry paws. Her glistening pelt shimmered much more beautifully than in real life, the first time she had seen it, she had been in awe of herself! She looked at the tom happily a purr rumbling in her throat.
“Passionblaze,” She said, her voice rich in regret and kindness to this cat she barely knew. “I give you a life for fairness, to never put cats too young to fight in battle, to never start a fight that could have been solved with words,” She paused at that, hoping he did not realize she had made a mistake. She hoped she hadn’t hurt his feelings. “And to give mercy to your enemies.” She finished, feeling every claw that had torn out her throat in her last battle, too young to kill. She had lied dying in a ditch, not even enough mercy to show to a new warrior who had just received her name. She stood up straight on her paws, her small frame barely allowing her to brush her nose against Passionblaze’s. She stepped back, feeling both excited and happy, and sad and tormented. If she had had nine lives, she would have given every single one to die in that ditch, just so she could experience this moment, when an ambitious deputy was crowned leader, and to lead his precious clan.

Passionblaze waited patiently for the next cat to approach him. His own paws was twitching with anticipation, his ears flicking nervously every way. He felt a swirl of determination yet skepticism. It was still a surprise that he was to become leader all of a sudden. With this new establishment, Passionblaze knew in his heart he wouldn’t up and fail. He was considered too overly ambitious to fail a clan that he was honored to rule. In his vision, he would leave a mark. Thunderclan was to thrive. To get back up after every disaster. His warriors would be far from giving up, and he would push them to always accept their flaws and improve them. When a she cat stepped forward. Passionblaze dipped his head to show his respect. She touched his nose, giving him another life. Passionblaze felt dizziness take over once again, that frosty feeling inserting itself into him and soon dissipated into a charmed feeling. The life of Fairness. Solving a battle with words was easy, but for Passionblaze, if he was provoked too far, words were lost and claws were out. Passionblaze wasn’t the perfect cat, but this starry former warrior gave him a life that he shouldn’t take for granted. So, all he could admit was that he would try his best. The look in his gaze mirrored her own sadness. He could see her melting happiness, but it was as easily seen as the tearful look.

blue jellie

[fresh]

Passionblaze waited patiently for the next cat to approach him. His own paws was twitching with anticipation, his ears flicking nervously every way. He felt a swirl of determination yet skepticism. It was still a surprise that he was to become leader all of a sudden. With this new establishment, Passionblaze knew in his heart he wouldn’t up and fail. He was considered too overly ambitious to fail a clan that he was honored to rule. In his vision, he would leave a mark. Thunderclan was to thrive. To get back up after every disaster. His warriors would be far from giving up, and he would push them to always accept their flaws and improve them. When a she cat stepped forward. Passionblaze dipped his head to show his respect. She touched his nose, giving him another life. Passionblaze felt dizziness take over once again, that frosty feeling inserting itself into him and soon dissipated into a charmed feeling. The life of Fairness. Solving a battle with words was easy, but for Passionblaze, if he was provoked too far, words were lost and claws were out. Passionblaze wasn’t the perfect cat, but this starry former warrior gave him a life that he shouldn’t take for granted. So, all he could admit was that he would try his best. The look in his gaze mirrored her own sadness. He could see her melting happiness, but it was as easily seen as the tearful look.

blue jellie


As the soon-to-be ThunderClan leader received his first lives, a sorrowful Fallingfeather watched on with a bit of anticipation. She had never given a life before; it would the first time that she had ever had a meaningful role in StarClan other than watching over the remnants of her kin. Passionblaze was already looking tired, and it pained her a little bit to see him weakening, but she comforted herself with the thought that the tom was really just getting stronger. And then, before she knew it, it was her turn.
Stepping up to the tom, her beautiful and glossy silver pelt twinkling with starlight, she recited the words said by countless before her. “With this life, I give you forgiveness. Even in the darkest cats, there is some light. Use it well.” The starry she-cat suddenly pressed her nose to his, sending the life into his veins, feeling a bit of energy seep between them- almost like static. With a pang, she recalled the story behind this life. Having your only lover reject you for another mate and then say “we can still be friends” was heartbreaking for the female. She never saw him again before she died, but had learned to forgive him. Was loving a different she-cat such a crime? She tried to comfort herself with that thought, but it was much more complicated then she let on. New inspiration fueled her. In a small whisper, as she wasn’t certain she was allowed to, she hastily murmured, “You’ll do great. Don’t worry about it.” And with that, she receded into the ranks of starry ancestors, ear flicking and tail swinging, relieved the ordeal was over but happy it had gone as planned.

[Brilliance]

As the soon-to-be ThunderClan leader received his first lives, a sorrowful Fallingfeather watched on with a bit of anticipation. She had never given a life before; it would the first time that she had ever had a meaningful role in StarClan other than watching over the remnants of her kin. Passionblaze was already looking tired, and it pained her a little bit to see him weakening, but she comforted herself with the thought that the tom was really just getting stronger. And then, before she knew it, it was her turn.
Stepping up to the tom, her beautiful and glossy silver pelt twinkling with starlight, she recited the words said by countless before her. “With this life, I give you forgiveness. Even in the darkest cats, there is some light. Use it well.” The starry she-cat suddenly pressed her nose to his, sending the life into his veins, feeling a bit of energy seep between them- almost like static. With a pang, she recalled the story behind this life. Having your only lover reject you for another mate and then say “we can still be friends” was heartbreaking for the female. She never saw him again before she died, but had learned to forgive him. Was loving a different she-cat such a crime? She tried to comfort herself with that thought, but it was much more complicated then she let on. New inspiration fueled her. In a small whisper, as she wasn’t certain she was allowed to, she hastily murmured, “You’ll do great. Don’t worry about it.” And with that, she receded into the ranks of starry ancestors, ear flicking and tail swinging, relieved the ordeal was over but happy it had gone as planned.

Passionblaze was not only looking tired, but he was tired. He was exhausted. Yet, he felt honored and pleased to be in the presence of all these great starry cats. He didn’t want to miss a moment. The pain with each life was becoming used to him, something destined to be great. He watched as another she cat approached him. The ginger tom stood y’all and proudly, bowing his head upon her presence. She touched his nose, seeping that electrifying shock into him. His fur stood on end, becoming tensed but he dared to not move. The pain became a pleasurable feeling soon after, and it took him a moment to regain strength. I wonder if I’m the only one feeling this pain....he thought humorously to himself. The life of forgiveness. That life had a story behind it. A sad one. Passionblaze could see it in her expression. He returned his own sorrowful look but didn’t dare to question her. It wasn’t simple for the awkward tom to comfort others. He pinned his ears against his head. They flicked back up when he caught her hasted words, giving his own small smile at them. It was always comforting to know many had faith in him.

Mauve

[Mauve]

Passionblaze was not only looking tired, but he was tired. He was exhausted. Yet, he felt honored and pleased to be in the presence of all these great starry cats. He didn’t want to miss a moment. The pain with each life was becoming used to him, something destined to be great. He watched as another she cat approached him. The ginger tom stood y’all and proudly, bowing his head upon her presence. She touched his nose, seeping that electrifying shock into him. His fur stood on end, becoming tensed but he dared to not move. The pain became a pleasurable feeling soon after, and it took him a moment to regain strength. I wonder if I’m the only one feeling this pain....he thought humorously to himself. The life of forgiveness. That life had a story behind it. A sad one. Passionblaze could see it in her expression. He returned his own sorrowful look but didn’t dare to question her. It wasn’t simple for the awkward tom to comfort others. He pinned his ears against his head. They flicked back up when he caught her hasted words, giving his own small smile at them. It was always comforting to know many had faith in him.

Mauve


Staying silent through the proceedings of the leader ceremony, Leafmask simply sat among her place in the stars. Her face was like a mask, bright green eyes sparkling in thought as she watched Passionblaze receive his new lives. It felt like an honor to be participating in a leader's ceremony, and this was her first since joining StarClan. Their surroundings were drenched in starlight and shadows, though the elder felt more at ease here than she had in her final moments in ThunderClan's elder's den. It was peaceful here, serene. Down below, it seemed as though the tides of war would never cease, and it frightened Leafmask to consider how many more ThunderClan warriors were bound to join their ranks if these senseless battles continued.

Her tail tip flicked back and forth as she watched as Fallingfeather delivered her life. It flowed from the starry furred she-cat through to Passionblaze, and the tabby could only imagine how much the tom's limbs ached. Receiving lives from StarClan was no small feat, and a part of her was glad that her life wouldn't be as harsh. A small break, perhaps. Lifting herself up and sweeping her tail to her side, the graceful feline stepped down from her perch, gliding among her fellow StarClan members until she came to stand in front of the new ThunderClan leader. She looked nothing like how she had when she had passed away in ThunderClan; joining her ancestors revived her youthful pelt; a time when Passionblaze most likely hadn't even been alive. Her eyes glowed with kindness and her belly rumbled with a deep purr. "Hello Passionblaze," she mewed softly, dipping her head. "I joined StarClan quite some time ago, so you may not remember me. My name is Leafmask, and I was an elder in ThunderClan. I am glad to see that it will be led by such a brave cat." She let a brief moment of silence fall between them as she smiled, hoping her soft gaze offered some comfort to the younger tom.

"With this life, I give you the gift of Compassion. May you use it well to care for every cat in your Clan, and all those who may need your kindness," she purred, taking a small step forward to touch her nose to the ThunderClan deputy's head. She felt the energy flow through her, warming her own pelt and wrapping her in a blanket of comfort. She knew Passionblaze would feel this same gentle touch, as compassion was never painful or treacherous. It was the love a queen gave to her kits, or a mentor looking after their apprentice. In this case, she hoped Passionblaze would use it to look after the Clan she had left behind, that she still loved so much. Compassion had become rare among the Clans, and Leafmask silently prayed that Passionblaze might help bring about a new era to the Clans as the new leader of such a courageous Clan.

As the transfer of the eight lift came to an ending, Leafmask opened her eyes once more, their brilliant green hues focused on Passionblaze's own pale ones. She took a moment to herself to study the new ThunderClan leader, wishing that she had more time to get to know him better. There was so much she wanted to tell him - that being a leader wouldn't be easy, but it would be rewarding; that he would do just find, despite any misgivings he might have; that he could always seek advice from StarClan when things got difficult. But instead, she just winked, dipping her head in farewell before she turned and rejoined her fellow StarClan ancestors amongst the starry ranks.

[Brilliance]

Staying silent through the proceedings of the leader ceremony, Leafmask simply sat among her place in the stars. Her face was like a mask, bright green eyes sparkling in thought as she watched Passionblaze receive his new lives. It felt like an honor to be participating in a leader's ceremony, and this was her first since joining StarClan. Their surroundings were drenched in starlight and shadows, though the elder felt more at ease here than she had in her final moments in ThunderClan's elder's den. It was peaceful here, serene. Down below, it seemed as though the tides of war would never cease, and it frightened Leafmask to consider how many more ThunderClan warriors were bound to join their ranks if these senseless battles continued.

Her tail tip flicked back and forth as she watched as Fallingfeather delivered her life. It flowed from the starry furred she-cat through to Passionblaze, and the tabby could only imagine how much the tom's limbs ached. Receiving lives from StarClan was no small feat, and a part of her was glad that her life wouldn't be as harsh. A small break, perhaps. Lifting herself up and sweeping her tail to her side, the graceful feline stepped down from her perch, gliding among her fellow StarClan members until she came to stand in front of the new ThunderClan leader. She looked nothing like how she had when she had passed away in ThunderClan; joining her ancestors revived her youthful pelt; a time when Passionblaze most likely hadn't even been alive. Her eyes glowed with kindness and her belly rumbled with a deep purr. "Hello Passionblaze," she mewed softly, dipping her head. "I joined StarClan quite some time ago, so you may not remember me. My name is Leafmask, and I was an elder in ThunderClan. I am glad to see that it will be led by such a brave cat." She let a brief moment of silence fall between them as she smiled, hoping her soft gaze offered some comfort to the younger tom.

"With this life, I give you the gift of Compassion. May you use it well to care for every cat in your Clan, and all those who may need your kindness," she purred, taking a small step forward to touch her nose to the ThunderClan deputy's head. She felt the energy flow through her, warming her own pelt and wrapping her in a blanket of comfort. She knew Passionblaze would feel this same gentle touch, as compassion was never painful or treacherous. It was the love a queen gave to her kits, or a mentor looking after their apprentice. In this case, she hoped Passionblaze would use it to look after the Clan she had left behind, that she still loved so much. Compassion had become rare among the Clans, and Leafmask silently prayed that Passionblaze might help bring about a new era to the Clans as the new leader of such a courageous Clan.

As the transfer of the eight lift came to an ending, Leafmask opened her eyes once more, their brilliant green hues focused on Passionblaze's own pale ones. She took a moment to herself to study the new ThunderClan leader, wishing that she had more time to get to know him better. There was so much she wanted to tell him - that being a leader wouldn't be easy, but it would be rewarding; that he would do just find, despite any misgivings he might have; that he could always seek advice from StarClan when things got difficult. But instead, she just winked, dipping her head in farewell before she turned and rejoined her fellow StarClan ancestors amongst the starry ranks.

Passionblaze’s toughest part on his body was the bulkiness in his legs. He always used them to defend himself. He always delivered a killing blow to his enemies with a simple kick in the right spot. His legs were powerful. The four of them could never be weakened as far as he was concerned. Yet, in the ranks of Starclan, receiving each life, he felt his four talents weaken like a jelly substance. His legs felt like soaked moss because receiving a life was not a delicate experience, albeit an honorable one. He could had passed out many times each time a shocking feeling settled into his veins and wanted to knock him out cold, but Passionblaze was a strong cat. Physically in manners, this shouldn’t had been nothing. In minor cases, he found pain to be a pleasurable experience. He definitely preferred something physical than emotional hurting.

He watched as the next cat stalked back among the Starclan warriors. Another approached him, sending off a kindness that Passionblaze happily returned. He widened his eyes to not appear much tired, and dipped his head to show respect to the elder. Obviously, he didn’t know her age. She didn’t look like her earthly corpse anymore. Instead, the Stars dazzled her pelt, giving her a youthful appearance. Something brighter and more cheerful. Starclan must make everyone better. Passionblaze acknowledges this curious theory when he looked around and stared at each Star-pelted cat for minimum seconds before directing his attention back to the one giving him his life. Introducing herself as Leafmask, Passionblaze listened to every word that came from her maw, keeping a light smile on his face. Passionblaze couldn’t speak right then and there. Being with such mighty cats made him feel unworthy in their presence. He showed his respect by bowing his head. He didn’t want to speak, afraid to mess up such a professional, loving tradition by stammering a mess. He still overwhelmed with the recent battle, then Snowstar’s resigning. He thought it was too soon, but Passionblaze was the cat that knew life didn’t have a timedate to it. It wasn’t planned, as most cats like the pleasure of doing with the rest of their moons. Everything was spontaneous, so if being leader was happening soon for him, then it must be. He’d get into the flow of leading a clan. He just hoped he wouldn’t fail Thunderclan. Leafmask’s compliment, lightened the tom up. If possible, made his fur brighter. He wasn’t used to receiving compliments as much, but he did appreciate any type coming his way. It made him more...confident, in a sense.

As Leafmask touched his head, Passionblaze closed his eyes to embrace the qualities and pain of this new life bestowed in him. The life of compassion. It almost felt like a fluttering feeling that poured a mixture of ecstasy and strength within. It was a moment where each current life piece together as one and created an ultimatee weapon. When the she cat pulled away, the tom held a small smile, although the smile’s meaning was a lot more brighter behind the meaning. He wished he could ask for advice about leading a clan. Although built strong, what other qualities did a leader have? A good one? Especially if he wished to be the best he could. No doubt, there would be future flames. Added more fire to get the flames to continue to burn. This was information that Starclan knew, but he didn’t want to trouble him with his doubts. He lacked faith in himself, but he stored faith in Thunderclan. Each and every warrior in his clan. A promise he made as deputy to make sure they thrived.

Leafmask had stood there staring at him. She looked like she had more to say than what she said. Passionblaze flicked his ears, wondering if she would talk to him soon. His eyes looked pleading; give me some advice. Please. Any advice. However, she said nothing, and Passionblaze respected that. The only thing he noted was a wink from the ancient Thunderclan warrior. Oddly, that wink alone must had the power of confidence because he felt it seep into his body, invading his heart and giving him a more...determined faith in his future as leader.

Radler

[Radler]

Passionblaze’s toughest part on his body was the bulkiness in his legs. He always used them to defend himself. He always delivered a killing blow to his enemies with a simple kick in the right spot. His legs were powerful. The four of them could never be weakened as far as he was concerned. Yet, in the ranks of Starclan, receiving each life, he felt his four talents weaken like a jelly substance. His legs felt like soaked moss because receiving a life was not a delicate experience, albeit an honorable one. He could had passed out many times each time a shocking feeling settled into his veins and wanted to knock him out cold, but Passionblaze was a strong cat. Physically in manners, this shouldn’t had been nothing. In minor cases, he found pain to be a pleasurable experience. He definitely preferred something physical than emotional hurting.

He watched as the next cat stalked back among the Starclan warriors. Another approached him, sending off a kindness that Passionblaze happily returned. He widened his eyes to not appear much tired, and dipped his head to show respect to the elder. Obviously, he didn’t know her age. She didn’t look like her earthly corpse anymore. Instead, the Stars dazzled her pelt, giving her a youthful appearance. Something brighter and more cheerful. Starclan must make everyone better. Passionblaze acknowledges this curious theory when he looked around and stared at each Star-pelted cat for minimum seconds before directing his attention back to the one giving him his life. Introducing herself as Leafmask, Passionblaze listened to every word that came from her maw, keeping a light smile on his face. Passionblaze couldn’t speak right then and there. Being with such mighty cats made him feel unworthy in their presence. He showed his respect by bowing his head. He didn’t want to speak, afraid to mess up such a professional, loving tradition by stammering a mess. He still overwhelmed with the recent battle, then Snowstar’s resigning. He thought it was too soon, but Passionblaze was the cat that knew life didn’t have a timedate to it. It wasn’t planned, as most cats like the pleasure of doing with the rest of their moons. Everything was spontaneous, so if being leader was happening soon for him, then it must be. He’d get into the flow of leading a clan. He just hoped he wouldn’t fail Thunderclan. Leafmask’s compliment, lightened the tom up. If possible, made his fur brighter. He wasn’t used to receiving compliments as much, but he did appreciate any type coming his way. It made him more...confident, in a sense.

As Leafmask touched his head, Passionblaze closed his eyes to embrace the qualities and pain of this new life bestowed in him. The life of compassion. It almost felt like a fluttering feeling that poured a mixture of ecstasy and strength within. It was a moment where each current life piece together as one and created an ultimatee weapon. When the she cat pulled away, the tom held a small smile, although the smile’s meaning was a lot more brighter behind the meaning. He wished he could ask for advice about leading a clan. Although built strong, what other qualities did a leader have? A good one? Especially if he wished to be the best he could. No doubt, there would be future flames. Added more fire to get the flames to continue to burn. This was information that Starclan knew, but he didn’t want to trouble him with his doubts. He lacked faith in himself, but he stored faith in Thunderclan. Each and every warrior in his clan. A promise he made as deputy to make sure they thrived.

Leafmask had stood there staring at him. She looked like she had more to say than what she said. Passionblaze flicked his ears, wondering if she would talk to him soon. His eyes looked pleading; give me some advice. Please. Any advice. However, she said nothing, and Passionblaze respected that. The only thing he noted was a wink from the ancient Thunderclan warrior. Oddly, that wink alone must had the power of confidence because he felt it seep into his body, invading his heart and giving him a more...determined faith in his future as leader.

Radler


Greyfrost (https://radlers.weebly.com/greyfrost.html) watched silently as each Starclan cat slipped out of their ranks to bestow a life upon the young Thunderclan warrior. As the brown tabby she-cat returned to the stars, Greyfrost took a small breath and slowly approached the fox-coloured tom, noting sadly that Passionblaze wasn't that much younger than him. As yellow eyes met yellow, Greyfrost hoped he could convey the sympathy he felt about the pain Passionblaze had recieved so far, and what he might recieve from him.

Greyfrost's brown fur was sleek in the starlight, and his eyes uncharacteristically clear as he mewed, "With this life, I give you the spirit of filial duty. You will never forget to honor and defend the cats who served before you, and when the time comes, you in turn, will be honored and loved." Greyfrost leaned in, gently touching his nose to Passionblaze's, hoping to give the Thunderclan tom time to prepare. As his life flooded from inside him towards Passionblaze, the emotion in side him was wrenched out again. In the depth of leaf-bare, Greyfrost's own elderly father had taken the heaviest toll. Desperately, Greyfrost had set out into the territory in an attempt to find a morsel of prey for his father, who had rejected every thing so far to give to the hungry queens. He had been so desperate to feed his father, he had chased a bird off a steep hill, and tumbled into the frozen river. He had left kits, mate, and a father behind in the forest but Greyfrost could only feel relieved that he had done everything possible to feed his father. And now he was in Starclan, he could feel it when his own kits thought of him, and that warmed his heart more than anything. Pulling away from Passionblaze, he gazed once more at the younger tom, thinking that he was glad that the fate of the forest rested in someone like Passionblaze's paws. Greyfrost blinked kindly in farewell, before slinking back to his original place.

[Brilliance]

Greyfrost (https://radlers.weebly.com/greyfrost.html) watched silently as each Starclan cat slipped out of their ranks to bestow a life upon the young Thunderclan warrior. As the brown tabby she-cat returned to the stars, Greyfrost took a small breath and slowly approached the fox-coloured tom, noting sadly that Passionblaze wasn't that much younger than him. As yellow eyes met yellow, Greyfrost hoped he could convey the sympathy he felt about the pain Passionblaze had recieved so far, and what he might recieve from him.

Greyfrost's brown fur was sleek in the starlight, and his eyes uncharacteristically clear as he mewed, "With this life, I give you the spirit of filial duty. You will never forget to honor and defend the cats who served before you, and when the time comes, you in turn, will be honored and loved." Greyfrost leaned in, gently touching his nose to Passionblaze's, hoping to give the Thunderclan tom time to prepare. As his life flooded from inside him towards Passionblaze, the emotion in side him was wrenched out again. In the depth of leaf-bare, Greyfrost's own elderly father had taken the heaviest toll. Desperately, Greyfrost had set out into the territory in an attempt to find a morsel of prey for his father, who had rejected every thing so far to give to the hungry queens. He had been so desperate to feed his father, he had chased a bird off a steep hill, and tumbled into the frozen river. He had left kits, mate, and a father behind in the forest but Greyfrost could only feel relieved that he had done everything possible to feed his father. And now he was in Starclan, he could feel it when his own kits thought of him, and that warmed his heart more than anything. Pulling away from Passionblaze, he gazed once more at the younger tom, thinking that he was glad that the fate of the forest rested in someone like Passionblaze's paws. Greyfrost blinked kindly in farewell, before slinking back to his original place.

After watching Leafmask walked away towards the other cats, Passionblaze waited for the next cat to step up. The bottom of his paws felt defeated. A victorious type of defeat where he was beyond exhausted but feigned a bright grin because after this day and so on he would lead a clan. These starry cats were preparing him, they would guide him, and he knew he could count on them whenever he was in his time of doubt. This was a reason why Passionblaze conversed with stars. To others, they were in places to guide them through the night. Some simply admired the view as they decorated and provided company for the moon. To Passionblaze, they were much more than company, than Light, these decoration. Call him crazy, but this Tom talked to the Stars more than he talked to his clan mates. A full-fledge conversation. Although they do not talk back, the Stars listen. Passionblaze believe the stars hear him out. Now, it was an honor to be among them in this great tribe of endless hunting. Where there were no boundaries or rules to follow. Where you can be happy wherever you want; with whoever you want. There was no such thing as clans. These cats roams dwoth each other, no matter their past ranks or places. Passionblaze believed this was how life truly needed to be. They were all divided below, tested for their loyalty and love towards their family and clans.

Passionblaze’s mind cleared free of thinking when another cat approached him. When he saw this Starclan cat come forward, Passionblaze had respectfully dipped his head as he previously done many times. He prepared himself for the new life given to him, and allowed the tom to touch his nose with little movement. He felt this swelling pain of a new life before. Each cat stepped up, shocked his internal system. The pain, it wasn’t something he complained about. He knew he could get used to whatever pain thrown his way. So, he stayed still as much as his legs wanted to tire out below him. When he tom pulled away, Passionblaze let out a deep breath. The life of filial duty. Honor and serve. In turn, be honored and served. That’s what I live for, Passionblaze’s whiskers twitched at The appreciating thought.

Twilight01

[AbsurdJinx]

Charmer
[ I should probably let you know what her full name will be, yeah? cx Junipersky ]

Juniperpaw slipped into the familiar cave, having been there several times before. Today was the day where she would no longer be considered a `paw, no longer given strange looks as felines - and herself - wondered if she was a medicine cat or a medicine cat apprentice. Today she would make her kin and clanmates proud, she'd show them for looking down on her after the previous medicine cat apprentices' deaths. She hoped her mother and Geckoleaf were somehow aware of Juniperpaw's oncoming ceremony and were so pleased they couldn't even express it in words.

The mottled she-cat wasn't really anxious. After all, she wasn't entering into a new rank, she was merely changing the suffix of her name. If anything, Juniperpaw was excited, but she contained it the best she could and appeared quite calm, excluding her eager expression.

[Charmer]

Charmer
[ I should probably let you know what her full name will be, yeah? cx Junipersky ]

Juniperpaw slipped into the familiar cave, having been there several times before. Today was the day where she would no longer be considered a `paw, no longer given strange looks as felines - and herself - wondered if she was a medicine cat or a medicine cat apprentice. Today she would make her kin and clanmates proud, she'd show them for looking down on her after the previous medicine cat apprentices' deaths. She hoped her mother and Geckoleaf were somehow aware of Juniperpaw's oncoming ceremony and were so pleased they couldn't even express it in words.

The mottled she-cat wasn't really anxious. After all, she wasn't entering into a new rank, she was merely changing the suffix of her name. If anything, Juniperpaw was excited, but she contained it the best she could and appeared quite calm, excluding her eager expression.


Shinefang made his way to the Starcave with relative ease. Surgestorm's suggestion of placing comfrey roots in his nest had worked wonders and though his aches and pains weren't gone by any means, his joints felt more loose and relaxed as he eased toward his destination. But there was more to his ease than better pain-management. Shinefang was excited for tonight. Tonight, Juniperpaw would receive her full name. And what's more, he would be the one to do it. He may not have a perfect knowledge of herbs just yet, but he had grown and learned a lot, and if any cat was going to give Junebug her full name, why not him?

The old golden tom spotted the younger cat as he slipped into the cave to find her already there. He smiled at her, his old, twisted muzzle beaming with pride as he looked at the younger cat. She;d grown so much since they first met. He had no doubt she was ready for this. "Ready for this, Junebug?" he asked her.

[Zero]

(Me and Mystical are gonna slip in here as well. Let's pretend they don't see eachother XD)

Surgestorm paused outside the entrance to the darkened tunnel, casting a glance over his shoulder once again to make sure Oriolepaw was keeping up. This was probably her first journey at this distance, so he expected her to be at least a bit tired. Even he who'd made this journey every half moon, sometimes even more often, was tired. He shuffled in place quietly, smiling despite it all - his paws ached from frozen ground, the temperatures plummeting due to the sun's absence. The sky was clear and the night sky shone brightly. Lighting the way were the stars, thousands of tiny lights twinkling above them, but it sure was brisk outside. "The tunnel is gonna be dark until we get to the main cave, but don't be afraid. You can hang onto my tail if need be, or feel along the wall." He informed her quietly, eager to be inside away from the ice cold breeze blowing around them.

[Cosmo]

(Me and Mystical are gonna slip in here as well. Let's pretend they don't see eachother XD)

Surgestorm paused outside the entrance to the darkened tunnel, casting a glance over his shoulder once again to make sure Oriolepaw was keeping up. This was probably her first journey at this distance, so he expected her to be at least a bit tired. Even he who'd made this journey every half moon, sometimes even more often, was tired. He shuffled in place quietly, smiling despite it all - his paws ached from frozen ground, the temperatures plummeting due to the sun's absence. The sky was clear and the night sky shone brightly. Lighting the way were the stars, thousands of tiny lights twinkling above them, but it sure was brisk outside. "The tunnel is gonna be dark until we get to the main cave, but don't be afraid. You can hang onto my tail if need be, or feel along the wall." He informed her quietly, eager to be inside away from the ice cold breeze blowing around them.

Oriolepaw fluffed her fur up as much as she possibly could against the cold but walked with a skip in her step and her head held high. As tired as she may be she was determined to show him she could make the journey and she was proud to be making the journey. Oriolepaw peeked her head inside the tunnel her eyes straining to see light at the end. "I see what you mean," She said and stumbled back a bit. Taking a deep breath Oriolepaw looked up at the sky. All of her ancestors were looking down on her. Maybe even her father since her mother had never given her any information about him. But either way, knowing that StarClan was supporting her gave her courage. Especially due to the fact that the molly was not exactly a fan of the dark. She preferred nice warm light streaming down on her, darkness felt cold. She stretched her paws out in front of her and than stood, she began to pad inside the tunnel. She edged her way all the way down the tunnel feeling like she was suffocating in darkness, until finally she saw a light.

[Zero]

Oriolepaw fluffed her fur up as much as she possibly could against the cold but walked with a skip in her step and her head held high. As tired as she may be she was determined to show him she could make the journey and she was proud to be making the journey. Oriolepaw peeked her head inside the tunnel her eyes straining to see light at the end. "I see what you mean," She said and stumbled back a bit. Taking a deep breath Oriolepaw looked up at the sky. All of her ancestors were looking down on her. Maybe even her father since her mother had never given her any information about him. But either way, knowing that StarClan was supporting her gave her courage. Especially due to the fact that the molly was not exactly a fan of the dark. She preferred nice warm light streaming down on her, darkness felt cold. She stretched her paws out in front of her and than stood, she began to pad inside the tunnel. She edged her way all the way down the tunnel feeling like she was suffocating in darkness, until finally she saw a light.


Surgestorm was surprised as Oriolepaw boldly took the lead down into the dark tunnel, but was quickly following at her heels. The darkness surrounded them quickly, and it quickly felt like the cold dankness of the tunnel was seeping into his bones slowly - the dark as its catalyst. However, it was certainly warmer than out in the breeze, so he was able to tolerate it. The only sound was a far-away sounding dripping, their pawsteps... and then a growing hum. As they neared their destination, the humming grew louder - he naturally strained his ears, trying to pick up on the illegible whispers that could be heard in the distance. Soon, a light could be seen, growing larger and more bright until the tunnel finally widened outwards into a fairly large cave. A large, milky-white stone rose jaggedly from the center of the cavern, and put off a faint glow that was the source of light. It seemed bright in the tunnel that lacked as other light source. Yellow hues observed the stone for a moment before turning and focusing on the younger cat beside him - gauging her reaction. After a moment of stillness, he smiled softly and took the lead this time- padding quietly to the moonstone. After dipping his head in greeting to his warrior ancestors, he turned toward the multi-colored she-cat once more. "Oriolepaw, is it your wish to enter the mysteries of Starclan as a medicine cat?" The sacred words echoed softly in the cave.

[Cosmo]

Surgestorm was surprised as Oriolepaw boldly took the lead down into the dark tunnel, but was quickly following at her heels. The darkness surrounded them quickly, and it quickly felt like the cold dankness of the tunnel was seeping into his bones slowly - the dark as its catalyst. However, it was certainly warmer than out in the breeze, so he was able to tolerate it. The only sound was a far-away sounding dripping, their pawsteps... and then a growing hum. As they neared their destination, the humming grew louder - he naturally strained his ears, trying to pick up on the illegible whispers that could be heard in the distance. Soon, a light could be seen, growing larger and more bright until the tunnel finally widened outwards into a fairly large cave. A large, milky-white stone rose jaggedly from the center of the cavern, and put off a faint glow that was the source of light. It seemed bright in the tunnel that lacked as other light source. Yellow hues observed the stone for a moment before turning and focusing on the younger cat beside him - gauging her reaction. After a moment of stillness, he smiled softly and took the lead this time- padding quietly to the moonstone. After dipping his head in greeting to his warrior ancestors, he turned toward the multi-colored she-cat once more. "Oriolepaw, is it your wish to enter the mysteries of Starclan as a medicine cat?" The sacred words echoed softly in the cave.

Oriolepaw's jaw dropped open as she looked at the large stone like object emmitting light. It was beautiful and seemed to be calling her forward. Calling her closer. It was like a place she wanted to explore a pretty flower she wanted to get a closer look at. It felt right to go closer to it. To touch it. But what if she wasn't supposed to? Surely she was. For a while she just stood there, her jaw open wondering what she should do. Should she touch her nose to it or not? Suddenly it clicked. That was the moonstone, or starstone she couldn't quite remember, after all she had only heard about in gossip and what Surgestorm and Blazingstar had said. She wasn't exactly the smartest when she was excited. She tended to forget things then. When he dipped his head in gretting, probably a respect to their ancestors she knew that she was right. The large jagged stone was definitely the moonstone, or starstone, or whatever. She didn't know. She was just happpy. She was excited. Oriolepaw nodded excitedly at his question."Yes! I am!" She purred.

[Zero]

Oriolepaw's jaw dropped open as she looked at the large stone like object emmitting light. It was beautiful and seemed to be calling her forward. Calling her closer. It was like a place she wanted to explore a pretty flower she wanted to get a closer look at. It felt right to go closer to it. To touch it. But what if she wasn't supposed to? Surely she was. For a while she just stood there, her jaw open wondering what she should do. Should she touch her nose to it or not? Suddenly it clicked. That was the moonstone, or starstone she couldn't quite remember, after all she had only heard about in gossip and what Surgestorm and Blazingstar had said. She wasn't exactly the smartest when she was excited. She tended to forget things then. When he dipped his head in gretting, probably a respect to their ancestors she knew that she was right. The large jagged stone was definitely the moonstone, or starstone, or whatever. She didn't know. She was just happpy. She was excited. Oriolepaw nodded excitedly at his question."Yes! I am!" She purred.


A rumble of laughter rose from somewhere deep within Surgestorm's chest at her enthusiastic answer, amusement and affection twinkling in his yellow orbs. He let a moment of silence pass, letting her answer sink into the surroundings - making sure StarClan heard how much she wanted this role. After a moment, his smile widened and he continued the ceremony. "Then come forward," He meowed, his gaze following her until they were both standing in front of the moonstone. The medicine cleared his throat, his gaze turning to the stone in front of him. He addressed it now. "Warriors of StarClan, I present you this apprentice. She has chosen the path of medicine cat. Grant her your wisdom and insight so that she may understand your ways and heal her clan in accordance to your will." His words echoed once again, but in what seemed like a more powerful way. The low hum grew louder, the glow of the rock steady and sure. The medicine cat smiled at Oriolepaw and gave her shoulder an encouraging nudge. "Now, we dream..." He meowed before leaning forward and touching his nose to the stone. The ebony tom lowered down onto his stomach, closing his eyes once he made sure Oriolepaw was doing the same.

[Cosmo]

A rumble of laughter rose from somewhere deep within Surgestorm's chest at her enthusiastic answer, amusement and affection twinkling in his yellow orbs. He let a moment of silence pass, letting her answer sink into the surroundings - making sure StarClan heard how much she wanted this role. After a moment, his smile widened and he continued the ceremony. "Then come forward," He meowed, his gaze following her until they were both standing in front of the moonstone. The medicine cleared his throat, his gaze turning to the stone in front of him. He addressed it now. "Warriors of StarClan, I present you this apprentice. She has chosen the path of medicine cat. Grant her your wisdom and insight so that she may understand your ways and heal her clan in accordance to your will." His words echoed once again, but in what seemed like a more powerful way. The low hum grew louder, the glow of the rock steady and sure. The medicine cat smiled at Oriolepaw and gave her shoulder an encouraging nudge. "Now, we dream..." He meowed before leaning forward and touching his nose to the stone. The ebony tom lowered down onto his stomach, closing his eyes once he made sure Oriolepaw was doing the same.

Oriolepaw padded forward like he said. She watched every move he made so that she knew just what to do and how to do it perfectly. Once she was just a nose length away from the jagged stone she lay down on the cool ground and tucked her paws beneath her. She shivered slightly at the touch of the cool dirt that luckily for her was not wet soupy mud. She listened to his words and watched him reach forward to touch his nose to the stone. She did the same, knowing already that that was the way to connect with their ancestors. She touched her nose to the stone and closed her eyes just as she had watched him do. Oriolepaw's excitment bubbled in her stomach, but she stayed calm as she began to dream.

[Sorry it's short]

[Zero]

Oriolepaw padded forward like he said. She watched every move he made so that she knew just what to do and how to do it perfectly. Once she was just a nose length away from the jagged stone she lay down on the cool ground and tucked her paws beneath her. She shivered slightly at the touch of the cool dirt that luckily for her was not wet soupy mud. She listened to his words and watched him reach forward to touch his nose to the stone. She did the same, knowing already that that was the way to connect with their ancestors. She touched her nose to the stone and closed her eyes just as she had watched him do. Oriolepaw's excitment bubbled in her stomach, but she stayed calm as she began to dream.

[Sorry it's short]




Surgestorm's mind went blank as all settled and everything became quiet as they laid there next to eachother. It only took a few seconds for him to doze off, as if some other force was easing him into the slumber.
[Timeskip]
The medicine cat awoke slowly from his dream, his yellow eyes blinking open. He looked confused for a moment before he remembered where he was and what he had been doing. Yawning, the ebony tom slowly stood up and arched his back in a long stretch. His dream had had nothing of dire importance, but it had been exciting since it was Oriolepaw's first dream with StarClan. [I]Speaking of... He looked over to where she still lay with her nose pressed into the stone, smiling affectionately. The tom squinted his eyes, seeing if she was drooling - she always seemed like she would be the type to drool when she was really out. He turned his gaze back to the stone after a moment, watching it glow softly, casting shadows everywhere in the cavern. It might have seemed creepy to anyone else, but Surgestorm felt soothed - knowing his ancestors were nearby. He sat back on his haunches, waiting for Oriolepaw to wake up.

[Cosmo]

Surgestorm's mind went blank as all settled and everything became quiet as they laid there next to eachother. It only took a few seconds for him to doze off, as if some other force was easing him into the slumber.
[Timeskip]
The medicine cat awoke slowly from his dream, his yellow eyes blinking open. He looked confused for a moment before he remembered where he was and what he had been doing. Yawning, the ebony tom slowly stood up and arched his back in a long stretch. His dream had had nothing of dire importance, but it had been exciting since it was Oriolepaw's first dream with StarClan. [I]Speaking of... He looked over to where she still lay with her nose pressed into the stone, smiling affectionately. The tom squinted his eyes, seeing if she was drooling - she always seemed like she would be the type to drool when she was really out. He turned his gaze back to the stone after a moment, watching it glow softly, casting shadows everywhere in the cavern. It might have seemed creepy to anyone else, but Surgestorm felt soothed - knowing his ancestors were nearby. He sat back on his haunches, waiting for Oriolepaw to wake up.

Oriolepaw's eyes fluttered open and she jumped up with excitment. She was now officialy the medicine cat apprentice. She felt a sort of wet slime drip down her jaw and she pawed at it. She had been drooling?! Was she always going to do that? Did Surgestorm drool? Did other medicine cats drool when they dreamed? Did any medicine cat apprentices? She was pretty sure she was the only medicine cat apprentice in all the five clans but she couldn't be sure. For all she knew there could be an apprentice who was going to travel to the moonstone very soon to become a medicine cat apprentice. Maybe than she could have a friend her age! A friend in another clan? That would be cool! Oriolepaw knew that being a medicine cat offered new opurtonities and she wanted to grasp each one. "That was cool!" Oriolepaw purred happily.

[Zero]

Oriolepaw's eyes fluttered open and she jumped up with excitment. She was now officialy the medicine cat apprentice. She felt a sort of wet slime drip down her jaw and she pawed at it. She had been drooling?! Was she always going to do that? Did Surgestorm drool? Did other medicine cats drool when they dreamed? Did any medicine cat apprentices? She was pretty sure she was the only medicine cat apprentice in all the five clans but she couldn't be sure. For all she knew there could be an apprentice who was going to travel to the moonstone very soon to become a medicine cat apprentice. Maybe than she could have a friend her age! A friend in another clan? That would be cool! Oriolepaw knew that being a medicine cat offered new opurtonities and she wanted to grasp each one. "That was cool!" Oriolepaw purred happily.


Surgestorm chuckled, his yellow orbs brightening at her simple exclamation. It was amazing how one cat could make another feel so excited - the most excited he had been in moons. Had Turtleback been this proud and happy in this moment as he was now? He hoped so at least, because it was an amazing feeling even though it was an unknown road ahead. So many possibilities. If he was proud of just this simple situatipn now, he couldn't imagine when this bright she-cat began the real hardships of following in his pawsteps. It was going to be a long and hard road, but he had a strong and sure feeling that Oriolepaw was going to make it through with shining colors. She'd have her fair share of bumps along the way, Surgestorm would too, but they would make it through them together. Together... A concept he hadn't had the pleasure of knowing since he became the full medicine cat of WindClan. The medicine cat touched his nose to hers with a large grin. "The first of many cool experiences, I hope!" He meowed. "Shall we go home and get some sleep? We'll need plenty of shuteye for showing you the territory tomorrow morning... I know you've seen a bit of it, but that was just the tail of the mouse."

[Charmer]

king kaleb!

(Does Daydream know about Juniperpaw disappearing? Don't think Shinefang would have heard.)

The air was thick with the promise of rain to come in the early morning. Shinefang gritted his teeth against the ache in his joints. He'd taken and used every herb he knew to take the edge off. As a fairly new medicine cat, the old tom was all too familiar with the truth that herbs were only able to do so much. Still, tonight he'd make an oath to do his best for his clanmates using the knowledge he had earned over these moons. He slipped into the cave and turned to look out at the field in front. The long blades of grass shimmered in the half-moon light like long stars, and the old tom sighed as he soaked in the stillness of the night.

[graves]

king kaleb!

(Does Daydream know about Juniperpaw disappearing? Don't think Shinefang would have heard.)

The air was thick with the promise of rain to come in the early morning. Shinefang gritted his teeth against the ache in his joints. He'd taken and used every herb he knew to take the edge off. As a fairly new medicine cat, the old tom was all too familiar with the truth that herbs were only able to do so much. Still, tonight he'd make an oath to do his best for his clanmates using the knowledge he had earned over these moons. He slipped into the cave and turned to look out at the field in front. The long blades of grass shimmered in the half-moon light like long stars, and the old tom sighed as he soaked in the stillness of the night.
[yes, they do. ill have daydream tell him after the ceremony. and, do you have a starclan cat involved in this? or do you want daydream to just to the ceremony themselves when theyre both dreaming?]
daydream was only a fox length infront of shinefang when they slipped into the cave. it was damp under their paws and was darker than any sky daydream had seen. it left them on edge. they disliked starclan and they didnt want to be here. but, shinefang wasnt their apprentice, so they couldnt make that call. this is what he wanted, so daydream would deliver reluctantly. they opened their maw to scent for the moonpool, the air growing colder as they stepped closer and closer. Once they knew they were infront of it, the crouched down, feeling the cool water touch their nose. how many days had passed since they had been here? not enough.

[Charmer]

[yes, they do. ill have daydream tell him after the ceremony. and, do you have a starclan cat involved in this? or do you want daydream to just to the ceremony themselves when theyre both dreaming?]
daydream was only a fox length infront of shinefang when they slipped into the cave. it was damp under their paws and was darker than any sky daydream had seen. it left them on edge. they disliked starclan and they didnt want to be here. but, shinefang wasnt their apprentice, so they couldnt make that call. this is what he wanted, so daydream would deliver reluctantly. they opened their maw to scent for the moonpool, the air growing colder as they stepped closer and closer. Once they knew they were infront of it, the crouched down, feeling the cool water touch their nose. how many days had passed since they had been here? not enough.

(Sounds good. I've got no Starclan cats lined up. Trying to keep this one concise.)

Silently, Shinefang followed the younger cat deeper into the cave until the cool scent of the moonpool washed over him. "Just us tonight, I guess," the old tom muttered. Glancing at Daydream, he followed their lead and touched his muzzle to the surface. Moons ago, the old tom might have balked at the ceremony he had requested tonight. That was before though. Since that time, he had walked with his mate in Starclan's hunting ground. He had felt her pelt against his. He simply couldn't bring himself to feel the sort of white hot hatred he had before. He couldn't exactly call himself a lover of Starclan, but it was where his love lived. With a warmth in his heart, he wondered if he would see her tonight. He closed his eye.

[graves]

(Sounds good. I've got no Starclan cats lined up. Trying to keep this one concise.)

Silently, Shinefang followed the younger cat deeper into the cave until the cool scent of the moonpool washed over him. "Just us tonight, I guess," the old tom muttered. Glancing at Daydream, he followed their lead and touched his muzzle to the surface. Moons ago, the old tom might have balked at the ceremony he had requested tonight. That was before though. Since that time, he had walked with his mate in Starclan's hunting ground. He had felt her pelt against his. He simply couldn't bring himself to feel the sort of white hot hatred he had before. He couldn't exactly call himself a lover of Starclan, but it was where his love lived. With a warmth in his heart, he wondered if he would see her tonight. He closed his eye.
Daydream didnt know if they should tell shinefang about juniperpaws disappearance. it was something pretty drastic-but so was this. they didnt want shinefang to worry and enjoy the moment, so they kept their mouth shut. it was also why they were noticeably quiet. they closed their eyes, letting the coolness of the pool consume them into a rare slumber.

when they awoke the ground felt plush under their paws, vibrant green grass tickling it. in starclan they were on edge unlike most cats, eyes narrowing when looking around. they had been here before, but only when they needed to, and now was one of those times. they looked towards shinefang, whos figure was slowly fading in as he would fall more asleep. they finally spoke,"Before we start this, im guessing you want to keep your full name, yeah? unless you want to change it, thats always an option."

[Charmer]

Daydream didnt know if they should tell shinefang about juniperpaws disappearance. it was something pretty drastic-but so was this. they didnt want shinefang to worry and enjoy the moment, so they kept their mouth shut. it was also why they were noticeably quiet. they closed their eyes, letting the coolness of the pool consume them into a rare slumber.

when they awoke the ground felt plush under their paws, vibrant green grass tickling it. in starclan they were on edge unlike most cats, eyes narrowing when looking around. they had been here before, but only when they needed to, and now was one of those times. they looked towards shinefang, whos figure was slowly fading in as he would fall more asleep. they finally spoke,"Before we start this, im guessing you want to keep your full name, yeah? unless you want to change it, thats always an option."

Shinefang drifted into the warm and lush hunting grounds of Starclan slowly, like a wakeful cat courting sleep. At once, when his paws found purchase in the star-touched fields, his joint pain vanished and he blinked, reveling in the easy existence of his own body. The old tom cocked his head at the younger medicine cat's question and with a mrrow of amusement, replied, "Depends. What would you name me? I'm kidding," he amended with a chortle. "Shinefang is just fine. If I changed it now, I'd never remember."

(If you got to rename Shinefang anything you like and knew I was going to be happy with whatever the new name was, what would it be?)

[graves]

Shinefang drifted into the warm and lush hunting grounds of Starclan slowly, like a wakeful cat courting sleep. At once, when his paws found purchase in the star-touched fields, his joint pain vanished and he blinked, reveling in the easy existence of his own body. The old tom cocked his head at the younger medicine cat's question and with a mrrow of amusement, replied, "Depends. What would you name me? I'm kidding," he amended with a chortle. "Shinefang is just fine. If I changed it now, I'd never remember."

(If you got to rename Shinefang anything you like and knew I was going to be happy with whatever the new name was, what would it be?)
[i honestly think shinefang suits him just fine. the suffix -fang correlates with his snarky and grouchy personality, but shine- with the positivity he once held when his mate was alive. but if i HAD to, id pick the name Shiningheart. i feel it would be nice to go from fang to heart to show his positivity growing, him slowly moving on from his mate passing away/hatred towards starclan, ect. shows growth]

"I doubt i would remember either," daydream commented. they suddenly felt old. they were the second eldest medicine cat to have their rank, not by age of course. so many new faces had been added to the group of medicine cats, and shinefang was one of the few that hadnt changed since when daydream had joined. even if he was a grouch, they were proud of him. "I, Daydream, medicine cat of Shadowclan, call upon my," they paused, a noticeable agitated twitch in their eye," warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. He has trained hard to understand the ways of a medicine cat, and with your help he will serve he Clan for many moons." they paused, opening their eyes,"Shinefang, 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?"

[Charmer]

[i honestly think shinefang suits him just fine. the suffix -fang correlates with his snarky and grouchy personality, but shine- with the positivity he once held when his mate was alive. but if i HAD to, id pick the name Shiningheart. i feel it would be nice to go from fang to heart to show his positivity growing, him slowly moving on from his mate passing away/hatred towards starclan, ect. shows growth]

"I doubt i would remember either," daydream commented. they suddenly felt old. they were the second eldest medicine cat to have their rank, not by age of course. so many new faces had been added to the group of medicine cats, and shinefang was one of the few that hadnt changed since when daydream had joined. even if he was a grouch, they were proud of him. "I, Daydream, medicine cat of Shadowclan, call upon my," they paused, a noticeable agitated twitch in their eye," warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. He has trained hard to understand the ways of a medicine cat, and with your help he will serve he Clan for many moons." they paused, opening their eyes,"Shinefang, 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?"

(That is a lovely name! Course, my old boy is way to attached to Shinefang. He likes how it makes him sound fierce. In spite of being a medicine cat, he still has the spirit of a warrior.)

The Shadowclan cat's discomfort with the ceremony hardly phased him. Once, ages ago, the old tom had swore to defend his clan at the cost of his life. Now, here he was about to swear to stand apart from the rivalry that often called on warriors to defend their clan. The old tom blinked, and bowed his head in a solemn "I do," thinking to himself that though he took on this new role now to serve all the clans, his heart would always belong to and serve Skyclan whether he did so with his claws and teeth or a den full of plants.

[graves]

(That is a lovely name! Course, my old boy is way to attached to Shinefang. He likes how it makes him sound fierce. In spite of being a medicine cat, he still has the spirit of a warrior.)

The Shadowclan cat's discomfort with the ceremony hardly phased him. Once, ages ago, the old tom had swore to defend his clan at the cost of his life. Now, here he was about to swear to stand apart from the rivalry that often called on warriors to defend their clan. The old tom blinked, and bowed his head in a solemn "I do," thinking to himself that though he took on this new role now to serve all the clans, his heart would always belong to and serve Skyclan whether he did so with his claws and teeth or a den full of plants.
Daydream gave a small nod,"Then by the powers of my ancestors, I you will now be, as before, named Shinefang." they announced. after they did they padded forward, licking shinefangs forehead with a few shift licks. a jolt of electricity went through them as they did. daydream felt proud for watching shinefang finish his training, taking part in some of it. they couldnt help but think how proud geckoleaf would be of them. training others and passing down their skills, doing other cats ceremonies when it wasnt that long ago that it was theres.

"You are now the full medicine cat of skyclan."

[Charmer]

Daydream gave a small nod,"Then by the powers of my ancestors, I you will now be, as before, named Shinefang." they announced. after they did they padded forward, licking shinefangs forehead with a few shift licks. a jolt of electricity went through them as they did. daydream felt proud for watching shinefang finish his training, taking part in some of it. they couldnt help but think how proud geckoleaf would be of them. training others and passing down their skills, doing other cats ceremonies when it wasnt that long ago that it was theres.

"You are now the full medicine cat of skyclan."

The old tom bowed to let the younger cat lick him on the top of the head, then looked up with a smile. "Thank ya," he said simply. The moons of work had come together at last, and now Shinefang knew what he was doing in the medicine den at least most of the time. It was as much as he could ask for. Taking one last look around the starry hunting grounds, a purr escaped him as he thought of how proud Slatepelt would be of him the next time they spoke together. Closing his eyes, he felt his body grow colder as his mind shifted back to the dark Starcave. He woke up beside the pool, and stood, grunting as his joints protested.

[graves]

Lonestar23 , blue jellie , Mauve , Cosmo , Charmer , Silver Fishie

[there is no post order, but i will post every few posts just to keep things moving along in the plot!]

thing had been a bit tense since surgestorm died, and it still was, even if it was awhile ago. how shinefang had reacted to fallenstar was terrible for it. trust them. they missed juniperpaw too. they would give anything to see her again. but they couldnt. he wasnt the only one who had lost her yet hes acting so stuck up about it. that all happened awhile ago, but daydream hasnt spoken to shinefang once since, despite how close they had been before. they walked along into the starcave with flashpaw at their side. she wasnt there when day and shine really fought, and they were glad honestly. "this is your first starcave meeting, are you excited?" they mewed, trying to brighten the mood. they had never given her a medcat ceremony. they disliked starclan, and it wasnt something they would actively teach if they didnt feel the need to. and they didnt need a ceremony to know that flashpaw was the medcat apprentice they were meant for.

[Cosmo]

Lonestar23 , blue jellie , Mauve , king kaleb! , Charmer , Silver Fishie

The young molly's fur bristled as she walked up the path to the moonpool. It wasn't out of anger, oh no, the she-cat was far from angry. She was bristling in excitement and fear mixed together into some unnamed emotion. This was her first meeting at the moonpool, not to mention her first as a medicine cat. Surgestorm could have been here.. Oriolepaw thought, but quickly brushed the thought from her mind. It wouldn't help her to think about the death of her mentor. The molly's golden orbs spotted Daydream and Flashpaw walking a little while ahead of her. Oriolepaw quickened her pace until she was a bit behind them, deciding to let them have a bit of space if they wished.

[Mauve]

Lonestar23 blue jellie Cosmo king kaleb! Charmer Silver Fishie

This was Heatherfur's first time traveling to the Starcave, as she had never done so in WindClan. Something about the journey had seemed different though; off. After the events of the last Gathering, which SkyClan's medicine cat attacking Fallenstar, the young feline had been in quite a shock. She wasn't as close to the leader in RiverClan were, so she hadn't stepped in, but now she felt the weight of heavy guilt rest upon her shoulders. She should've said something, in the very least. Fallenstar was the leader of her new Clan. Instead, she felt as though she had taken Shinefang's words personally. After all, she was Juniperpaw's replacement. All this had started because the former medicine cat of RiverClan had disappeared, leaving a bewildered Clan and an even more confused Heatherfur to step up into her place. Though she was learning from her training, it was still slow going, and would be awhile before Heatherfur felt she could call herself a true medicine cat. Even now it felt awkward following the pawsteps of so many Clan medicine cats that had come before her. I need to make it a point to learn RiverClan's medicine cat history, at least. I only really knew Geckoleaf, but I was in WindClan at the time. She felt it as a responsibility to not only herself, but her new Clan as well.

Up ahead, Heatherfur caught the scent of ShadowClan and WindClan, and instantly felt more relaxed. As far as she knew, she had no quarrel with either Daydream, his apprentice Flashpaw, or Oriolepaw. In fact, she had quite missed the felines. "Daydream! Flashpaw! Oriolepaw!" she called out, bounding ahead to catch up with them. She fell into step on their side, dipping her head to Oriolepaw as she passed the younger feline. "How are you doing, Oriolepaw?" she asked, concern round in her pale green eyes. She hoped that things were well in WindClan - after all, she still felt the tiniest of ties with them - and prayed that the stress of it all wasn't too much for Oriolepaw. After all, she had to assume that Surgestorm's deaht had affected her most of all - she was without any mentor. "I bet Surgestorm is really proud of you right now."

[Charmer]

Lonestar23 , blue jellie , Mauve , Cosmo , king kaleb! , Silver Fishie

Shinefang had taken some herbs in preparation for this meeting. He didn't want to show any hint of limping or pain as he faced the other medicine cats tonight. Not only that, but it was Ringpaw's first journey to the Starcave. The last thing he wanted her to worry about was his health while he was introducing her. So he'd gulped down his willow bark as well as a poppyseed just to keep the discomfort at bay. He had never felt better. Well, perhaps a bit tired, but at his age a little tired was akin to normal. "It's right this way," he said to his apprentice, loping excitedly at his side. He parted his jaws to scent the approaching cave. Windclan... more Windclan? Nope, there was the fishy tinge. Riverclan... and Shadowclan too. He clenched his jaw. He could only imagine what a few of these cats would have to say to him about his behavior at the last gathering. But he'd face the scrutiny proudly, like the warrior he'd been. Once the cats were in view, he nodded to the cats he saw in turn. "Daydream. Flashpaw," he said, surprising himself for remembering the apprentices name. "Oriolepaw," he said, recognizing her by scent. "I was sorry to hear about Surgestorm. I have no doubt he was a good mentor." He then turned to Heathfur, and looked the shecat up and down with his only eye. "Heathfur. It's good to see Riverclan hasn't managed to lose yet another medicine cat...yet." On that note, he cleared his throat. "I have two orders of business to start with. First, this is Ringpaw, my apprentice. I'll be doing her ceremony tonight before we get started to officially introduce her to Starclan. Second, let me go ahead and get something out in the open right away: Yes, I did strike Fallenstar at the end of the last gathering. Yes I am aware of the fact that this was against the warrior code. However, the warrior code also demands that cats defend their clan even at the cost of their life. To me, that includes caring for and protecting the cats who dedicate themselves to serving their clan through healing. Us! All of us!" He looked at Heathfur, meeting the shecats eyes as he added, "And you. Riverclan has simply not done this in the last several seasons. They haven't managed to care for their medicine cats, and I believe this, by extension, is against the warrior code. Cats who do not live by the warrior code may not be allotted the privileges that the code offers like peace at gatherings. So, I am sorry that my actions were hasty and stirred up discomfort, but I cannot apologize for what I did." The old, battle-scarred tom sat on his haunches, his gaze calm as he waited, sure that some cat was bound to have something to say regarding his words, if not his actions.

[graves]

Lonestar23 , blue jellie , Mauve , Cosmo , king kaleb! , Silver Fishie

Shinefang had taken some herbs in preparation for this meeting. He didn't want to show any hint of limping or pain as he faced the other medicine cats tonight. Not only that, but it was Ringpaw's first journey to the Starcave. The last thing he wanted her to worry about was his health while he was introducing her. So he'd gulped down his willow bark as well as a poppyseed just to keep the discomfort at bay. He had never felt better. Well, perhaps a bit tired, but at his age a little tired was akin to normal. "It's right this way," he said to his apprentice, loping excitedly at his side. He parted his jaws to scent the approaching cave. Windclan... more Windclan? Nope, there was the fishy tinge. Riverclan... and Shadowclan too. He clenched his jaw. He could only imagine what a few of these cats would have to say to him about his behavior at the last gathering. But he'd face the scrutiny proudly, like the warrior he'd been. Once the cats were in view, he nodded to the cats he saw in turn. "Daydream. Flashpaw," he said, surprising himself for remembering the apprentices name. "Oriolepaw," he said, recognizing her by scent. "I was sorry to hear about Surgestorm. I have no doubt he was a good mentor." He then turned to Heathfur, and looked the shecat up and down with his only eye. "Heathfur. It's good to see Riverclan hasn't managed to lose yet another medicine cat...yet." On that note, he cleared his throat. "I have two orders of business to start with. First, this is Ringpaw, my apprentice. I'll be doing her ceremony tonight before we get started to officially introduce her to Starclan. Second, let me go ahead and get something out in the open right away: Yes, I did strike Fallenstar at the end of the last gathering. Yes I am aware of the fact that this was against the warrior code. However, the warrior code also demands that cats defend their clan even at the cost of their life. To me, that includes caring for and protecting the cats who dedicate themselves to serving their clan through healing. Us! All of us!" He looked at Heathfur, meeting the shecats eyes as he added, "And you. Riverclan has simply not done this in the last several seasons. They haven't managed to care for their medicine cats, and I believe this, by extension, is against the warrior code. Cats who do not live by the warrior code may not be allotted the privileges that the code offers like peace at gatherings. So, I am sorry that my actions were hasty and stirred up discomfort, but I cannot apologize for what I did." The old, battle-scarred tom sat on his haunches, his gaze calm as he waited, sure that some cat was bound to have something to say regarding his words, if not his actions.
Lonestar23 blue jellie Cosmo king kaleb! Charmer Silver Fishie

This was Heatherfur's first time traveling to the Starcave, as she had never done so in WindClan. Something about the journey had seemed different though; off. After the events of the last Gathering, which SkyClan's medicine cat attacking Fallenstar, the young feline had been in quite a shock. She wasn't as close to the leader in RiverClan were, so she hadn't stepped in, but now she felt the weight of heavy guilt rest upon her shoulders. She should've said something, in the very least. Fallenstar was the leader of her new Clan. Instead, she felt as though she had taken Shinefang's words personally. After all, she was Juniperpaw's replacement. All this had started because the former medicine cat of RiverClan had disappeared, leaving a bewildered Clan and an even more confused Heatherfur to step up into her place. Though she was learning from her training, it was still slow going, and would be awhile before Heatherfur felt she could call herself a true medicine cat. Even now it felt awkward following the pawsteps of so many Clan medicine cats that had come before her. I need to make it a point to learn RiverClan's medicine cat history, at least. I only really knew Geckoleaf, but I was in WindClan at the time. She felt it as a responsibility to not only herself, but her new Clan as well.

Up ahead, Heatherfur caught the scent of ShadowClan and WindClan, and instantly felt more relaxed. As far as she knew, she had no quarrel with either Daydream, his apprentice Flashpaw, or Oriolepaw. In fact, she had quite missed the felines. "Daydream! Flashpaw! Oriolepaw!" she called out, bounding ahead to catch up with them. She fell into step on their side, dipping her head to Oriolepaw as she passed the younger feline. "How are you doing, Oriolepaw?" she asked, concern round in her pale green eyes. She hoped that things were well in WindClan - after all, she still felt the tiniest of ties with them - and prayed that the stress of it all wasn't too much for Oriolepaw. After all, she had to assume that Surgestorm's deaht had affected her most of all - she was without any mentor. "I bet Surgestorm is really proud of you right now."

Lonestar23 , blue jellie , Mauve , king kaleb! , Charmer , Silver Fishie

The young molly's fur bristled as she walked up the path to the moonpool. It wasn't out of anger, oh no, the she-cat was far from angry. She was bristling in excitement and fear mixed together into some unnamed emotion. This was her first meeting at the moonpool, not to mention her first as a medicine cat. Surgestorm could have been here.. Oriolepaw thought, but quickly brushed the thought from her mind. It wouldn't help her to think about the death of her mentor. The molly's golden orbs spotted Daydream and Flashpaw walking a little while ahead of her. Oriolepaw quickened her pace until she was a bit behind them, deciding to let them have a bit of space if they wished.

Lonestar23 , blue jellie , Mauve , Cosmo , Charmer , Silver Fishie
ive decided every two days i will posts to keep the plot going, just so everyone knows!

daydream greated oriolepaw and heatherfur, dipping their head and running a tail along the apprentices spine. oriolepaw might techincally not be their apprentice, but they didnt want her to feel uncluded or alone. daydream was their mentor regardless, and would treat her just as equal as flashpaw. they grew tense watching shinefang pad up, not returning his greeting. but once they heard his words..they could help but speak up. he wasnt the only one that had lost juniperpaw. and whether he liked it or not - he was a medicine cat, not a warrior. they lived by one code before the other. they couldnt just go around starting wars. everything wasnt a battle. they were just as angry at fallenstar. hell. they had lost cricketpaw, and geckoleaf. all while he had somewhat power over his clan and watched him do nothing. "youre not a warrior," daydream snarled. both heatherfur and flashpaw knew how much the medicine cats in riverclan meant to them, so atleast they knew that their aggression wasnt coming out of no where. "are you so closed minded that you are willing to attack some leader, and dont you dare imply that heatherfur will be going next, as if she has the same fate as juniperpaw." they spat, stepping closer to the tom. "go off and start wars. but know its the medicine cats who have to pick it all up again. if you want to live the life of justice with violence, i suggest heading back the way you came and stripping your title." and with that, they turned his back to him, walking a bit faster ahead of everyone else and finally stepping into the starcave. it was pretty, how the light of the moon reflected off of the water and created patterns on the ceiling. they felt bitter sitting here. they disliked starclan with a passion. they had done nothing but take take and take from them. but they still had a duty to uphold.

[pomegranate]

Lonestar23 , blue jellie , Mauve , Cosmo , Charmer , Silver Fishie
ive decided every two days i will posts to keep the plot going, just so everyone knows!

daydream greated oriolepaw and heatherfur, dipping their head and running a tail along the apprentices spine. oriolepaw might techincally not be their apprentice, but they didnt want her to feel uncluded or alone. daydream was their mentor regardless, and would treat her just as equal as flashpaw. they grew tense watching shinefang pad up, not returning his greeting. but once they heard his words..they could help but speak up. he wasnt the only one that had lost juniperpaw. and whether he liked it or not - he was a medicine cat, not a warrior. they lived by one code before the other. they couldnt just go around starting wars. everything wasnt a battle. they were just as angry at fallenstar. hell. they had lost cricketpaw, and geckoleaf. all while he had somewhat power over his clan and watched him do nothing. "youre not a warrior," daydream snarled. both heatherfur and flashpaw knew how much the medicine cats in riverclan meant to them, so atleast they knew that their aggression wasnt coming out of no where. "are you so closed minded that you are willing to attack some leader, and dont you dare imply that heatherfur will be going next, as if she has the same fate as juniperpaw." they spat, stepping closer to the tom. "go off and start wars. but know its the medicine cats who have to pick it all up again. if you want to live the life of justice with violence, i suggest heading back the way you came and stripping your title." and with that, they turned his back to him, walking a bit faster ahead of everyone else and finally stepping into the starcave. it was pretty, how the light of the moon reflected off of the water and created patterns on the ceiling. they felt bitter sitting here. they disliked starclan with a passion. they had done nothing but take take and take from them. but they still had a duty to uphold.
Lonestar23 , blue jellie , Mauve , Cosmo , king kaleb! , Silver Fishie

Shinefang had taken some herbs in preparation for this meeting. He didn't want to show any hint of limping or pain as he faced the other medicine cats tonight. Not only that, but it was Ringpaw's first journey to the Starcave. The last thing he wanted her to worry about was his health while he was introducing her. So he'd gulped down his willow bark as well as a poppyseed just to keep the discomfort at bay. He had never felt better. Well, perhaps a bit tired, but at his age a little tired was akin to normal. "It's right this way," he said to his apprentice, loping excitedly at his side. He parted his jaws to scent the approaching cave. Windclan... more Windclan? Nope, there was the fishy tinge. Riverclan... and Shadowclan too. He clenched his jaw. He could only imagine what a few of these cats would have to say to him about his behavior at the last gathering. But he'd face the scrutiny proudly, like the warrior he'd been. Once the cats were in view, he nodded to the cats he saw in turn. "Daydream. Flashpaw," he said, surprising himself for remembering the apprentices name. "Oriolepaw," he said, recognizing her by scent. "I was sorry to hear about Surgestorm. I have no doubt he was a good mentor." He then turned to Heathfur, and looked the shecat up and down with his only eye. "Heathfur. It's good to see Riverclan hasn't managed to lose yet another medicine cat...yet." On that note, he cleared his throat. "I have two orders of business to start with. First, this is Ringpaw, my apprentice. I'll be doing her ceremony tonight before we get started to officially introduce her to Starclan. Second, let me go ahead and get something out in the open right away: Yes, I did strike Fallenstar at the end of the last gathering. Yes I am aware of the fact that this was against the warrior code. However, the warrior code also demands that cats defend their clan even at the cost of their life. To me, that includes caring for and protecting the cats who dedicate themselves to serving their clan through healing. Us! All of us!" He looked at Heathfur, meeting the shecats eyes as he added, "And you. Riverclan has simply not done this in the last several seasons. They haven't managed to care for their medicine cats, and I believe this, by extension, is against the warrior code. Cats who do not live by the warrior code may not be allotted the privileges that the code offers like peace at gatherings. So, I am sorry that my actions were hasty and stirred up discomfort, but I cannot apologize for what I did." The old, battle-scarred tom sat on his haunches, his gaze calm as he waited, sure that some cat was bound to have something to say regarding his words, if not his actions.

@Lonestar23 blue jellie Mauve Cosmo king kaleb! Charmer

As Ringpaw padded behind her mentor, she gazed around excitedly.
This would be her very first time to the Starcave, a sacred place where not many cats visited.
And she was one of them! She would be here, of all felines, and she thought of the other apprentices. None of them had shown much interest in the Starcave, although the moments to herself she had she had decided it was a magical place.
Trailing behind the yellow tom, she tried to keep her jumping to a minimum. Besides, this was a time to be collected and composed- not to act embarrassing.
Tonight she would meet the other medicine cats and apprentices. She hadn’t ever exactly seen them, only Daydream once at her first gathering.
She could still remember that night; the last gathering she had gone to. Snapbranch had convinced everyone that Ringpaw had been a bit too wound whenever a meeting between clans popped up. She had pouted, but never in front of her previous mentor, who would have cuffed her over the ears.
But now she was meeting more cats. More cats like Shinefang, who were knowledgeable about herbs, and more cats like her.
She had heard of Flashpaw. News got around whenever a feline was given the rank of a medicine cat, but at the time Ringpaw hadn’t honestly cared. The affairs of healing weren’t of much interest at that point.
But now, now it seemed so intriguing when laid out in front of her.
Ringpaw foolishly shook her head, taking a few extra strides over the cool grass to keep pace with Shinefang.
She certainly couldn’t talk like her thoughts were chattering mentally. Everyone would think she was rude and too absorbed with everything else. And annoying.
But this was her chance! Finally there might be some cats who understood, maybe not personality-wise but definitely they would have something in common.
Suddenly, three newer scents hit her nose.
Shadowclan, definitely, and I think Windclan, I smell heather. Something that smells like fish, Riverclan. Ringpaw was glad that she had learned the scents of different clans before becoming Shinefang’s apprentice. Snapbranch had even once brought her outside of Skyclan territory, one of the better parts of her apprenticeship.
That would be Daydream and Flashpaw. Heatherfur and... Ringpaw mentally face-pawed. She couldn’t remember! It was a bird...
Ringpaw peered around Shinefang’s shoulder to catch a glimpse at the cats walking ahead.
A mottled apprentice stood out... Oriolepaw! That’s it.
She turned her head up to her mentor, the yellow tom’s scarred face looking dead ahead.
“Are they the others? What are they like? I hope they’re nice.” She said to him, her mint green eyes wide at the prospect of new cats.
Suddenly, Shinefang greeted the other felines ahead, and some of them turned around to look at him.
When Shinefang and Ringpaw finally came to them, her mentor instantly launched into speech.
Ringpaw wanted to say something, perhaps chatter a bit and introduce herself herself, but seeing that Shinefang had already covered that she kept her mouth closed and only switched between watching the others and the yellow tabby next to her.
Besides, her mouth instantly went dry when she saw Daydream. They looked tense, like they wanted to leap on to Shinefang at any second. Ringpaw quickly averted her eyes to stare at her paws.
Great Starclan Ringpaw! When have you ever been this shy? They’re just cats, go and bug them or something. She scolded inwardly. She didn’t want to come across as introverted or anti-social, or Starclan forbid shy, as that was one thing she was not.
When she pulled her gaze up once more, she waited until Shinefang’s flow of words came to a pause. She was about to formally greet someone, anyone, when she heard her mentor’s next words.
Shinefang struck a Leader? She wondered bewilderedly. She hadn’t known about this, but she certainly wouldn’t have put it past the medicine cat. He wasn’t exactly aggressive, but he seemed to be ready to provide an excuse.
Besides, Ringpaw shouldn’t judge. When she got aggravated, which seldom happened, but on rough days she did want to maybe scare away Snapbranch’s kill or make him trip on a root. Thankfully, she didn’t have to deal with him anymore.
Besides, she could hold her tongue for a second if her mentor was trying to say something.
When Shinefang finished and sat down, she fought back the urge to hide behind his back.
She wasn’t sure if she should remain standing or sit next to him, but before she could make a decision, Daydream spoke again.
When they finished, Ringpaw wanted her jaw to drop.
Strip Shinefang of his title? No way! I’ve seen that he’s a good healer, and I have endless moons yet to see that again.
She didn’t know much about this ‘striking Fallenstar’ thing, but a small rumor had been floating around the apprentice den earlier. But she hadn’t interfered.
As a show, the calico apprentice dipped her head slightly and then promptly sat her haunches down on the ground next to Shinefang.
His reasoning had been just, if the warrior code was being broken anyway how was it wrong?
She still wanted to introduce herself, but maybe a cheery ‘Hi!’ wouldn’t be appropriate right now. But when was manners her thing anyway?
Watching as Daydream turned to dissapear into the Starcave, she turned back to the others and tentatively said:
“Hi, um...”
Maybe she shouldn’t have started. Desperately she looked to her mentor, even if Shinefang might not be of help.

[Charmer]

Lonestar23 , blue jellie , Mauve , Cosmo , king kaleb! , Silver Fishie

Shinefang's ears flattened against his head, and his fangs showed through parted lips as the Shadowclan medicine cat snarled at him. Clearly Daydream hadn't listened to him or they would have heard that he was just as concerned about Heathfur as they were. The only thing that he had implied was that Riverclan had failed its medicine cats thus far and history confirmed this. The Shadowclan cat stormed off before he could make a reply, so he turned to Ringpaw. Here she was at her first medicine cat gathering where he had tried to be upfront about his actions, and the poor apprentice had been left to witness her elderly mentor getting slandered with demands to give up his duty as a medicine cat. With a wave of his bushy, yellow tail, he patted the little calico on the back. "Don't worry about Daydream. I think they were born with burrs in their pelt. The rest of the medicine cats are perfectly friendly. Mingle for a bit if you like, and when you're ready, I'll be waiting for you inside the cave." He padded on into the cave coolly for Ringpaw's sake, but he was fighting to keep his fur from bristling.

That Daydream has some kind of nerve talking to me like that. So they've never done anything hasty in their life before? And just because they've been a medicine cat longer than me doesn't mean that I'm not a fine healer for my clan. And in any case, it's not up to them to decide who should be a medicine cat and who shouldn't. If Daydream wants to make calls like that, perhaps they should have been a leader. Maybe then, they wouldn't always skulk around like a furry ball of self pity!

All of this flew through the old tom's mind as he took a seat next to the moonpool, glowing with dazzling brightness in the moonlight. He sat on the opposite side of Daydream, as far away from them as he could get.

[fresh]

[ ack ack ack ack ack! i'm so lateeee ]
[ Silver Fishie Charmer king kaleb! Mauve Lonestar23 Cosmo ]

Flashpaw was solemn as she walked alongside her mentor. She could feel in the air that tonight would be an eventful one- and not a in a good way. A breeze parted her fur as she stepped towards the Starcave, somewhere she hadn't been before despite being a medicine cat apprentice for five moons. Had her apprenticeship really gone on that long? It seemed like only a few days ago she was in the forest with Daydream, learning about cobwebs, of all things. Had the feline really been apprenticed to them that long?

It didn't matter. The black she-cat needed to be prepared for tonight, whatever occurred. Flashpaw saw more cats approaching, and a trickle of fear passed down her spine as she saw the hostile glances between her mentor and Shinefang. Oh. Oh, no. She had heard of the recent tension between the two after the SkyClan medicine cat attacked Fallenstar, but she'd understood, at leadt partly. Juniperpaw was extremely special to the old tomcat, and he was horrified upon learning of her absence. However, Daydream had felt for the RiverClan medicine cat as well, and they didn't go slashing leaders' faces off. The smoke she-cat nodded at the others' greetings to her and sat politely, a forced smile on her face, which felt too familiar. She hated the facades at this point, hated them immensely. The feline was tired of hiding behind fake emotions and forced smiles knowing that she was truly broken inside. Her mentor had told her repeatedly that there was no need to hide what she was feeling anymore, yet here she was. Hiding her feelings. Even if it was only momentarily, it caused a bit of a flashback moment, and her eyes flickered for a moment, betraying her act to anyone that was looking closely. Shaking out her fur, she began to look for someone to help ease the tension that was crackling through the air, and quickly noticed the apprentice Shinefang had just introduced. Ringpaw, huh? At least she's another apprentice. Might as well talk to her. Despite her thoughts, Flashpaw didn't move. She realized suddenly that halfway through Ringpaw's introduction, the new apprentice's mentor had stated something unwelcome. The air seemed to spark and the smoky apprentice's ears flattened as her own mentor stood up. Her eyes wide and her fsce burning, she attempted to catch Ringpaw's eye to tell her in her gaze that she wished the two could be meeting under better circumstances, or under any circumstances that their mentors weren't fighting. Both of their first times at the Starcave were not going to be ideal. When her mentor stopped speaking and wordlessly walked into the Starcave, the she-cat stood to follow them, but hesitated. Was this a time that they needed to be alone or to be comforted? She wasn't sure which path to choose, really. Flashpaw turned to the remaining cats, dipped her head, and stepped inside the cave, silently walking over to her mentor's side and brushing fur with them before sitting down beside them. She averted Shinefang's gaze should it happen to be on her and looked instead at her paws. Sure, she'd like to mingle, but Daydream came first. Who'd want to know an asthma-ridden furball of stress like her, anyway?

[graves]

not[/I] to act embarrassing.
Tonight she would meet the other medicine cats and apprentices. She hadn’t ever exactly seen them, only Daydream once at her first gathering.
She could still remember that night; the last gathering she had gone to. Snapbranch had convinced everyone that Ringpaw had been a bit too wound whenever a meeting between clans popped up. She had pouted, but never in front of her previous mentor, who would have cuffed her over the ears.
But now she was meeting more cats. More cats like Shinefang, who were knowledgeable about herbs, and more cats like her.
She had heard of Flashpaw. News got around whenever a feline was given the rank of a medicine cat, but at the time Ringpaw hadn’t honestly cared. The affairs of healing weren’t of much interest at that point.
But now, now it seemed so intriguing when laid out in front of her.
Ringpaw foolishly shook her head, taking a few extra strides over the cool grass to keep pace with Shinefang.
She certainly couldn’t talk like her thoughts were chattering mentally. Everyone would think she was rude and too absorbed with everything else. And annoying.
But this was her chance! Finally there might be some cats who understood, maybe not personality-wise but definitely they would have something in common.
Suddenly, three newer scents hit her nose.
Shadowclan, definitely, and I think Windclan, I smell heather. Something that smells like fish, Riverclan. Ringpaw was glad that she had learned the scents of different clans before becoming Shinefang’s apprentice. Snapbranch had even once brought her outside of Skyclan territory, one of the better parts of her apprenticeship.
That would be Daydream and Flashpaw. Heatherfur and... Ringpaw mentally face-pawed. She couldn’t remember! It was a bird...
Ringpaw peered around Shinefang’s shoulder to catch a glimpse at the cats walking ahead.
A mottled apprentice stood out... Oriolepaw! That’s it.
She turned her head up to her mentor, the yellow tom’s scarred face looking dead ahead.
“Are they the others? What are they like? I hope they’re nice.” She said to him, her mint green eyes wide at the prospect of new cats.
Suddenly, Shinefang greeted the other felines ahead, and some of them turned around to look at him.
When Shinefang and Ringpaw finally came to them, her mentor instantly launched into speech.
Ringpaw wanted to say something, perhaps chatter a bit and introduce herself herself, but seeing that Shinefang had already covered that she kept her mouth closed and only switched between watching the others and the yellow tabby next to her.
Besides, her mouth instantly went dry when she saw Daydream. They looked tense, like they wanted to leap on to Shinefang at any second. Ringpaw quickly averted her eyes to stare at her paws.
Great Starclan Ringpaw! When have you ever been this shy? They’re just cats, go and bug them or something. She scolded inwardly. She didn’t want to come across as introverted or anti-social, or Starclan forbid shy, as that was one thing she was not.
When she pulled her gaze up once more, she waited until Shinefang’s flow of words came to a pause. She was about to formally greet someone, anyone, when she heard her mentor’s next words.
Shinefang struck a Leader? She wondered bewilderedly. She hadn’t known about this, but she certainly wouldn’t have put it past the medicine cat. He wasn’t exactly aggressive, but he seemed to be ready to provide an excuse.
Besides, Ringpaw shouldn’t judge. When she got aggravated, which seldom happened, but on rough days she did want to maybe scare away Snapbranch’s kill or make him trip on a root. Thankfully, she didn’t have to deal with him anymore.
Besides, she could hold her tongue for a second if her mentor was trying to say something.
When Shinefang finished and sat down, she fought back the urge to hide behind his back.
She wasn’t sure if she should remain standing or sit next to him, but before she could make a decision, Daydream spoke again.
When they finished, Ringpaw wanted her jaw to drop.
Strip Shinefang of his title? No way! I’ve seen that he’s a good healer, and I have endless moons yet to see that again.
She didn’t know much about this ‘striking Fallenstar’ thing, but a small rumor had been floating around the apprentice den earlier. But she hadn’t interfered.
As a show, the calico apprentice dipped her head slightly and then promptly sat her haunches down on the ground next to Shinefang.
His reasoning had been just, if the warrior code was being broken anyway how was it wrong?
She still wanted to introduce herself, but maybe a cheery ‘Hi!’ wouldn’t be appropriate right now. But when was manners her thing anyway?
Watching as Daydream turned to dissapear into the Starcave, she turned back to the others and tentatively said:
“Hi, um...”
Maybe she shouldn’t have started. Desperately she looked to her mentor, even if Shinefang might not be of help.

Lonestar23 , blue jellie , Mauve , Cosmo , king kaleb! , Silver Fishie

Shinefang's ears flattened against his head, and his fangs showed through parted lips as the Shadowclan medicine cat snarled at him. Clearly Daydream hadn't listened to him or they would have heard that he was just as concerned about Heathfur as they were. The only thing that he had implied was that Riverclan had failed its medicine cats thus far and history confirmed this. The Shadowclan cat stormed off before he could make a reply, so he turned to Ringpaw. Here she was at her first medicine cat gathering where he had tried to be upfront about his actions, and the poor apprentice had been left to witness her elderly mentor getting slandered with demands to give up his duty as a medicine cat. With a wave of his bushy, yellow tail, he patted the little calico on the back. "Don't worry about Daydream. I think they were born with burrs in their pelt. The rest of the medicine cats are perfectly friendly. Mingle for a bit if you like, and when you're ready, I'll be waiting for you inside the cave." He padded on into the cave coolly for Ringpaw's sake, but he was fighting to keep his fur from bristling.

That Daydream has some kind of nerve talking to me like that. So they've never done anything hasty in their life before? And just because they've been a medicine cat longer than me doesn't mean that I'm not a fine healer for my clan. And in any case, it's not up to them to decide who should be a medicine cat and who shouldn't. If Daydream wants to make calls like that, perhaps they should have been a leader. Maybe then, they wouldn't always skulk around like a furry ball of self pity!

All of this flew through the old tom's mind as he took a seat next to the moonpool, glowing with dazzling brightness in the moonlight. He sat on the opposite side of Daydream, as far away from them as he could get.
[ ack ack ack ack ack! i'm so lateeee ]
[ Silver Fishie Charmer king kaleb! Mauve Lonestar23 Cosmo ]

Flashpaw was solemn as she walked alongside her mentor. She could feel in the air that tonight would be an eventful one- and not a in a good way. A breeze parted her fur as she stepped towards the Starcave, somewhere she hadn't been before despite being a medicine cat apprentice for five moons. Had her apprenticeship really gone on that long? It seemed like only a few days ago she was in the forest with Daydream, learning about cobwebs, of all things. Had the feline really been apprenticed to them that long?

It didn't matter. The black she-cat needed to be prepared for tonight, whatever occurred. Flashpaw saw more cats approaching, and a trickle of fear passed down her spine as she saw the hostile glances between her mentor and Shinefang. Oh. Oh, no. She had heard of the recent tension between the two after the SkyClan medicine cat attacked Fallenstar, but she'd understood, at leadt partly. Juniperpaw was extremely special to the old tomcat, and he was horrified upon learning of her absence. However, Daydream had felt for the RiverClan medicine cat as well, and they didn't go slashing leaders' faces off. The smoke she-cat nodded at the others' greetings to her and sat politely, a forced smile on her face, which felt too familiar. She hated the facades at this point, hated them immensely. The feline was tired of hiding behind fake emotions and forced smiles knowing that she was truly broken inside. Her mentor had told her repeatedly that there was no need to hide what she was feeling anymore, yet here she was. Hiding her feelings. Even if it was only momentarily, it caused a bit of a flashback moment, and her eyes flickered for a moment, betraying her act to anyone that was looking closely. Shaking out her fur, she began to look for someone to help ease the tension that was crackling through the air, and quickly noticed the apprentice Shinefang had just introduced. Ringpaw, huh? At least she's another apprentice. Might as well talk to her. Despite her thoughts, Flashpaw didn't move. She realized suddenly that halfway through Ringpaw's introduction, the new apprentice's mentor had stated something unwelcome. The air seemed to spark and the smoky apprentice's ears flattened as her own mentor stood up. Her eyes wide and her fsce burning, she attempted to catch Ringpaw's eye to tell her in her gaze that she wished the two could be meeting under better circumstances, or under any circumstances that their mentors weren't fighting. Both of their first times at the Starcave were not going to be ideal. When her mentor stopped speaking and wordlessly walked into the Starcave, the she-cat stood to follow them, but hesitated. Was this a time that they needed to be alone or to be comforted? She wasn't sure which path to choose, really. Flashpaw turned to the remaining cats, dipped her head, and stepped inside the cave, silently walking over to her mentor's side and brushing fur with them before sitting down beside them. She averted Shinefang's gaze should it happen to be on her and looked instead at her paws. Sure, she'd like to mingle, but Daydream came first. Who'd want to know an asthma-ridden furball of stress like her, anyway?
[ Lonestar23 , blue jellie , Mauve , Cosmo , Charmer , Silver Fishie ]

daydream was comforted that flashpaw was at their side. it meant alot to them. even if they were angry right now, they would make sure to thank her when they went home. they knew the negativity probably wasnt going to do well for her mental health, so they decided they wouldnt talk to shinefang. everything that would come out would be spats and insults, and the other medicine cats didnt need that, their reputation was already ruined enough. they were already looked at as the sour puss of the clans. whatever. cats close to them knew that they were full of emotions, just like anyone else. they shifted closer to flashpaw, resting their tail along her flank in silent comfort. "im sorry," they mouthed to her silently. they could tell her fake smile from a mile away. they would handle this privately another time. right now, it was time to focus on the half pool meeting and ringpaws ceremony. they had never given flashpaw a ceremony, mainly because they didnt confine in starclan at all. but they had never asked, which was a bit selfish of them. "flashpaw," they mumbled quietly out of ear shot while they waited for the other medicine cats to get here, "i never asked you if you wanted a ceremony. i didnt want you to have one because i believe you dont need starclans consent to be the best medicine cat in the clans," they mewed. but again, it wasnt their desion to make. they never thought theyd consider the option of giving flashpaw a ceremony. they had been a bit selfish and automatically no. "but if you really want one, we can do it now. even if youre almost fully a medicine cat at this point."

[Mauve]

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The tension that circled the air was practically palpable as Heatherfur's gaze flickered up from Oriolepaw and in between all of the medicine cats. This was certainly how she expected warriors to act, but the cats responsible for the health and well being of their Clans? It sent shock waves through her fur as Daydream and Shinefang started to go at it again. Their exchange was brief but intense, and it was clear how much disdain Daydream held towards the SkyClan medicine cat. Not that she could blame them; after all, she had a right to be angry with Shinefang too. He had assaulted Fallenstar, her new leader. A bit of her was angry in regards to that, despite the fact that she still wasn't that close with the RiverClan leader. "I don't plan on going anywhere," she mewed rather curly, her eyes narrowed slightly. She didn't necessarily like the tone he was speaking in, and due to her newly formed connection with Daydream, she had no problem siding with them in this situation. I never thought I'd be alligning with a ShadowClan cat, she thought to herself with a flick of her tail.

A cold breeze ruffled her fur and Heatherfur blinked, noticing that Daydream and Flashpaw had already made their way inside the Starcave. Looking at Oriolepaw, she rested her tail across the younger felines back as a sign of comfort. "Even though I'm RiverClan's medicine cat now, I do have WindClan blood in my veins. If you ever need anything, I'll be right there okay?" She wanted to make sure the younger she-cat understood that despite not having a mentor and being thrust into a new position, she still had other cats in her corner. "How about we head in together?" she offered, seeing that the other medicine cats had already slipped deeper into the cave, out of sight.

[Charmer]

Lonestar23 , blue jellie , Mauve , Cosmo , king kaleb! , Silver Fishie

(Daydream being kind of happy about something? We can't have that. #Shinefangruinsthemoment)

As Shinefang rested by the side of the pool, waiting on Ringpaw and the others to join, he glanced up to see the Daydream's apprentice take a seat beside her mentor. From across the pool, he could see the older, golden-tabby say something the darker shecat but couldn't make out what was said. It was too far away and their voices were too hushed. But the younger shecat caught his attention with the distant, cold way she carried herself, and the way her eyes seemed haunted as they stared inward at whirling terrors only she could see. This was what the state of the clans had given to the younger generation of medicine cats: an unsteadiness and uncertainty that gripped them in the darkest corners of their mind. It wasn't right. The medicine cats should feel proud and sure of themselves. Sure of the place into their clan and sure of their safety. So from his perch across the pool, he called out to the smoky apprentice. "Hey!" he said, his orange eye trained on her so that there could be no mistake that he was talking to her. "The clans are lucky to have you. I hope that you clan appreciates you, because you deserve to hold your head high and proud." Even as he said it, his heart ached. He wondered if anyone had said those words to Juniperpaw while she desperately tried to learn and serve the clan who failed her. Would she still be here is someone had? and why hadn't he?

Why hadn't he?!?!

In the stillness there beside the pool, he unsheathed the claws on his back paws, and dug them into the cool stone.

[lone]

Caliaflame hadn’t expected to be this late. She hated the thought of everyone looking at her as she entered the Starcave, but she could at least hope they hadn’t started yet. She hadn’t met all of the other medicine cats yet, so this was (at the very least) an opportunity to get to know everyone. Thanks to the gossipy warriors and apprentices, she knew everyone’s names… Shinefang, Daydream, Flashpaw, Ringpaw, Oriolepaw, Heatherfur. Okay. I’ve got this. Taking a deep breath, the ThunderClan medicine cat stopped at the entrance. There were two other cats there, one smaller than the other… but they had different scents. One smelled like RiverClan, the other like WindClan. Okay. So that’s… Heatherfur, and… Oriolepaw. Right. Got it. Gathering up her courage, and trying to push aside her dislike for these social situations, the feline cleared her throat. ”Uh, hi… I’m ThunderClan’s medicine cat, Caliaflame… I’m sorry I’m late.” Way to go, Cal. Great first impression. She hadn’t met either of these cats before, but she was pretty sure she was already showing how bad she was at these things. Caliaflame hadn’t interacted with other medicine cats that much, so being with all of them at once was bound to be overwhelming. She just hoped she didn’t embarrass herself too much. If only Wheatfur was still alive, he could’ve offered her some guidance in this situation - and she wouldn’t have had to be the only one there for ThunderClan.

Charmer Silver Fishie Mauve Cosmo king kaleb! blue jellie

(I'm so late, sorry guys!!)

[pomegranate]

Lonestar23 , blue jellie , Mauve , Cosmo , king kaleb! , Silver Fishie

Shinefang's ears flattened against his head, and his fangs showed through parted lips as the Shadowclan medicine cat snarled at him. Clearly Daydream hadn't listened to him or they would have heard that he was just as concerned about Heathfur as they were. The only thing that he had implied was that Riverclan had failed its medicine cats thus far and history confirmed this. The Shadowclan cat stormed off before he could make a reply, so he turned to Ringpaw. Here she was at her first medicine cat gathering where he had tried to be upfront about his actions, and the poor apprentice had been left to witness her elderly mentor getting slandered with demands to give up his duty as a medicine cat. With a wave of his bushy, yellow tail, he patted the little calico on the back. "Don't worry about Daydream. I think they were born with burrs in their pelt. The rest of the medicine cats are perfectly friendly. Mingle for a bit if you like, and when you're ready, I'll be waiting for you inside the cave." He padded on into the cave coolly for Ringpaw's sake, but he was fighting to keep his fur from bristling.

That Daydream has some kind of nerve talking to me like that. So they've never done anything hasty in their life before? And just because they've been a medicine cat longer than me doesn't mean that I'm not a fine healer for my clan. And in any case, it's not up to them to decide who should be a medicine cat and who shouldn't. If Daydream wants to make calls like that, perhaps they should have been a leader. Maybe then, they wouldn't always skulk around like a furry ball of self pity!

All of this flew through the old tom's mind as he took a seat next to the moonpool, glowing with dazzling brightness in the moonlight. He sat on the opposite side of Daydream, as far away from them as he could get.

@Lonestar23 king kaleb! Mauve Cosmo blue jellie Charmer

Ringpaw stood awkwardly to the side.
She had tried to ‘mingle’, giving a cautious greeting, but as soon as Heatherfur, the new Riverclan Medicine Cat, began talking to Oriolepaw, Ringpaw felt out of place.
Here she was, standing off to the side, alone. Ringpaw never thrives upon attention, and she honestly felt like she didn’t belong.
Maybe I’ll go after Shinefang.
Of course, they had done nothing wrong. Maybe it was Ringpaw. She certainly wasn’t out of place, or trapped, but for some reason she was shy.
Maybe it was how stunning all of this was. Not in the glamorous way, but she was stunned.
She had expected everyone to be peaceful and happy and chatting about herbs and asking for advice, or whatever she had expected. She hadn’t expected talk of war.
Instead, Ringpaw smiled. Even if Shinefang and Daydream had their squabbles, Ringpaw certainly would try to make friends.
Giving a shy but a I’m-happy-to-be-here grin, she dipped her head and waved her tail to Heatherfur and Oriolepaw.
“I should probably go in after Shinefang. I’ll see you guys there.” She said briskly.
She wasn’t avoiding conversation, she was more of stalling it. For a time when she was with Shinefang and everyone else, and even if they argued a bit she wouldn’t be so... open? Vulnerable? No, not really. Just...
She didn’t know.
When the small calico turned, she forcefully put a pep in her step. It wasn’t very hard.
Remember, Ringpaw. Tonight’s your first real medicine cat meeting! You’re an apprentice to Shinefang! Think of all the new cats! Just reminiscing of the recent excitement and bubbles that were boiling in her belly brought a new surplus back.
As soon as she stepped in to the small tunnel leading down to the Starcave, another cat had arrived.
Ringpaw almost felt sad that she hadn’t stayed a bit longer, the new molly smelled of Thunderclan.
She looked a bit nervous, and young, but way older than Ringpaw. Besides, Ringpaw could meet her in the cave. Everything was so new, so sparkly.
As she bounced down the tunnel she tried to collect herself.
She didn’t want to appear brash, or annoying. Here she had to be composed.
Didn’t I just go over this? Ringpaw swore she had just gone over this whole speech in her head. Be composed. Be collected.
When she arrived at the base of the tunnel, she tried to avoid slipping her paws into the other paw prints that were there. Those were other cats, all walking down this very tunnel.
The thoughts of cats past and all of this... just... here. It amazed her.
Of course, one paw print caught her eye. It was uneven and wonky, certainly not just one cat’s, but that one she wanted to step in.
As she slipped her paw pad into the groove, it felt natural. Her tiny paw was swamped but the bigger size of the print itself, but it seemed fitting.
Letting out a purr, she continued on until air seemed to open and she was in the actual cave itself.
It was a fair sized cave, a large scoop in the stone around her.
It was almost bland, the walls, just cool stone with flecks and nicks everywhere. It wasn’t much, but then her eyes drifted down to the water.
It was almost soothing, it’s reflections illuminated Ringpaw’s mint eyes with a vibrancy that was completely new.
Ringpaw herself couldn’t see that, of course, but she could see the pool.
When she finally caught sight of her mentor, the yellow tabby was already sitting by the pool. Shinefang’s spine was stiff, and his haunches looked clenched like he was going to pounce at any moment.
As she padded closer, she stood next to Shinefang.
“It’s beautiful.” She breathed. Of course, to most, it might not be much, but to her it looked stunning. But the good type.

[Charmer]

Caliaflame hadn’t expected to be this late. She hated the thought of everyone looking at her as she entered the Starcave, but she could at least hope they hadn’t started yet. She hadn’t met all of the other medicine cats yet, so this was (at the very least) an opportunity to get to know everyone. Thanks to the gossipy warriors and apprentices, she knew everyone’s names… Shinefang, Daydream, Flashpaw, Ringpaw, Oriolepaw, Heatherfur. Okay. I’ve got this. Taking a deep breath, the ThunderClan medicine cat stopped at the entrance. There were two other cats there, one smaller than the other… but they had different scents. One smelled like RiverClan, the other like WindClan. Okay. So that’s… Heatherfur, and… Oriolepaw. Right. Got it. Gathering up her courage, and trying to push aside her dislike for these social situations, the feline cleared her throat. ”Uh, hi… I’m ThunderClan’s medicine cat, Caliaflame… I’m sorry I’m late.” Way to go, Cal. Great first impression. She hadn’t met either of these cats before, but she was pretty sure she was already showing how bad she was at these things. Caliaflame hadn’t interacted with other medicine cats that much, so being with all of them at once was bound to be overwhelming. She just hoped she didn’t embarrass herself too much. If only Wheatfur was still alive, he could’ve offered her some guidance in this situation - and she wouldn’t have had to be the only one there for ThunderClan.

Charmer Silver Fishie Mauve Cosmo king kaleb! blue jellie

(I'm so late, sorry guys!!)



@Lonestar23 king kaleb! Mauve Cosmo blue jellie Charmer

Ringpaw stood awkwardly to the side.
She had tried to ‘mingle’, giving a cautious greeting, but as soon as Heatherfur, the new Riverclan Medicine Cat, began talking to Oriolepaw, Ringpaw felt out of place.
Here she was, standing off to the side, alone. Ringpaw never thrives upon attention, and she honestly felt like she didn’t belong.
Maybe I’ll go after Shinefang.
Of course, they had done nothing wrong. Maybe it was Ringpaw. She certainly wasn’t out of place, or trapped, but for some reason she was shy.
Maybe it was how stunning all of this was. Not in the glamorous way, but she was stunned.
She had expected everyone to be peaceful and happy and chatting about herbs and asking for advice, or whatever she had expected. She hadn’t expected talk of war.
Instead, Ringpaw smiled. Even if Shinefang and Daydream had their squabbles, Ringpaw certainly would try to make friends.
Giving a shy but a I’m-happy-to-be-here grin, she dipped her head and waved her tail to Heatherfur and Oriolepaw.
“I should probably go in after Shinefang. I’ll see you guys there.” She said briskly.
She wasn’t avoiding conversation, she was more of stalling it. For a time when she was with Shinefang and everyone else, and even if they argued a bit she wouldn’t be so... open? Vulnerable? No, not really. Just...
She didn’t know.
When the small calico turned, she forcefully put a pep in her step. It wasn’t very hard.
Remember, Ringpaw. Tonight’s your first real medicine cat meeting! You’re an apprentice to Shinefang! Think of all the new cats! Just reminiscing of the recent excitement and bubbles that were boiling in her belly brought a new surplus back.
As soon as she stepped in to the small tunnel leading down to the Starcave, another cat had arrived.
Ringpaw almost felt sad that she hadn’t stayed a bit longer, the new molly smelled of Thunderclan.
She looked a bit nervous, and young, but way older than Ringpaw. Besides, Ringpaw could meet her in the cave. Everything was so new, so sparkly.
As she bounced down the tunnel she tried to collect herself.
She didn’t want to appear brash, or annoying. Here she had to be composed.
Didn’t I just go over this? Ringpaw swore she had just gone over this whole speech in her head. Be composed. Be collected.
When she arrived at the base of the tunnel, she tried to avoid slipping her paws into the other paw prints that were there. Those were other cats, all walking down this very tunnel.
The thoughts of cats past and all of this... just... here. It amazed her.
Of course, one paw print caught her eye. It was uneven and wonky, certainly not just one cat’s, but that one she wanted to step in.
As she slipped her paw pad into the groove, it felt natural. Her tiny paw was swamped but the bigger size of the print itself, but it seemed fitting.
Letting out a purr, she continued on until air seemed to open and she was in the actual cave itself.
It was a fair sized cave, a large scoop in the stone around her.
It was almost bland, the walls, just cool stone with flecks and nicks everywhere. It wasn’t much, but then her eyes drifted down to the water.
It was almost soothing, it’s reflections illuminated Ringpaw’s mint eyes with a vibrancy that was completely new.
Ringpaw herself couldn’t see that, of course, but she could see the pool.
When she finally caught sight of her mentor, the yellow tabby was already sitting by the pool. Shinefang’s spine was stiff, and his haunches looked clenched like he was going to pounce at any moment.
As she padded closer, she stood next to Shinefang.
“It’s beautiful.” She breathed. Of course, to most, it might not be much, but to her it looked stunning. But the good type.

A couple of things happened in quick succession that pulled Shinefang from his thoughts. Another scent, woodsy and dank, filled the cave and he turned to see Caliapaw-no...Caliaflame. He had interacted with the medicine cat once before not long after her mentor passed. He had given her a quick lesson. He couldn't even remember what it was now. He remembered her though. She seemed bright. Shy though. "Caliaflame," he said with a quick dip of his head.

Next, Ringpaw spoke to him. It was the most natural thing in the world, but she commented on the pools natural beauty. It was something he was beginning to take a sort of comfort in, the way she saw the world with fresh eyes. Sometimes it made him remember to clear the gauzy clouds from his own and appreciate it all. "It is," he agreed. All the cats were assembling now. It was time to begin her ceremony. Leaning in, he whispered to her softly. "Are you ready, Ringpaw?"

[graves]

Lonestar23 , blue jellie , Mauve , Cosmo , Charmer , Silver Fishie
im assuming everyones in the starcave at this point to move on.

daydream didnt say anything towards shinefang, only shoot him a short-lived glare. they had no reason to be angry at him for his words, afterall he was only sharing some kind words towards their apprentice. but they were already pissed off so the mere sight of him even opening his mouth made them want to hop over this pool and claw at him. they kept quiet though, they just wanted to get through this. "lets begin." they prompted cooly, voice monotone but loud enough for everyone else to hear them. they didnt want to be here in the first place, and with shinefang only pissing them off only made this whole this worse, but they would keep cool. now, they had an apprentice to care for, and they knew their negativity would affect her. so they would try their best. they leaned over to flashpaw, drawing their tongue over her affectionately briefly as a silent comfort before pulling away. "you lean forward towards the water and touch your nose to it, close your eyes and your body will start to drift into a slumber. next thing you know youll be in the land of the stars." they said in a fake dramatic voice, but still monotone. it was obvious they didnt want to be here, but oh well. they had to be. it was flashpaws, oriolepaws, and heatherfurs first time to starcave, they wanted to make sure all three of them were doing this right. it felt weird..to be basically training three cats at the same time, but they had managed and would live to see them all get their full titles.

[Charmer]

Lonestar23 , blue jellie , Mauve , Cosmo , king kaleb! , Silver Fishie

Shinefang, still leaning toward his apprentice, turned to shoot a glare rightback at Daydream’s prompt to begin. “If you don’t mind, I preparing my apprentice for her ceremony. Will we be doing one for Flashpaw as well?” His words were curt and cold. He wouldn’t be rushed along by a younger cat and he wouldn’t have Ringpaw’s moment cut short thanks that cat either.

[fresh]

[ Charmer king kaleb! Lonestar23 Mauve Cosmo Silver Fishie ]

The smoky feline's eyes couldn't help but widen as her mentor hesitantly asked whether she'd like a ceremony. Words swam around her head. Flashpaw was more than a little surprised that they were asking her to be instated to StarClan. I could always do it. Wouldn't it be great? Aren't I technically not a medicine cat apprentice? No. She was a medicine cat apprentice. She had been instated, even if it wasn't traditionally. Flashpaw felt a sense of calm fill her. With a hushed voice, she murmured, "I don't need a ceremony to be a medicine cat. I became one, despite it not being traditionally, and I'm sticking by your decision." She gazed at Daydream with trusting gray eyes before leaning on them slightly. A voice roused her from her calm, a bit of a shouting from across the cave. Flashpaw felt a little touched at Shinefang's words, but she wasn't certain what their motives were. Smiling at the old tom anyway, she lifted her head as Caliaflame and Ringpaw entered the cave. She grinned at them as well and prepared for her first time at the Starcave, ready for whatever came next.

[pomegranate]

Lonestar23 , blue jellie , Mauve , Cosmo , king kaleb! , Silver Fishie

Shinefang, still leaning toward his apprentice, turned to shoot a glare rightback at Daydream’s prompt to begin. “If you don’t mind, I preparing my apprentice for her ceremony. Will we be doing one for Flashpaw as well?” His words were curt and cold. He wouldn’t be rushed along by a younger cat and he wouldn’t have Ringpaw’s moment cut short thanks that cat either.
A couple of things happened in quick succession that pulled Shinefang from his thoughts. Another scent, woodsy and dank, filled the cave and he turned to see Caliapaw-no...Caliaflame. He had interacted with the medicine cat once before not long after her mentor passed. He had given her a quick lesson. He couldn't even remember what it was now. He remembered her though. She seemed bright. Shy though. "Caliaflame," he said with a quick dip of his head.

Next, Ringpaw spoke to him. It was the most natural thing in the world, but she commented on the pools natural beauty. It was something he was beginning to take a sort of comfort in, the way she saw the world with fresh eyes. Sometimes it made him remember to clear the gauzy clouds from his own and appreciate it all. "It is," he agreed. All the cats were assembling now. It was time to begin her ceremony. Leaning in, he whispered to her softly. "Are you ready, Ringpaw?"

@blue jellie king kaleb! Mauve Lonestar23 Charmer Cosmo

Ringpaw looked over to her mentor.
”Is that her name? I knew Calia something, but I couldn’t remember.” She said bashfully.
The past few days, she had secretly been trying to memorize everyone’s names. She didn’t like gossip, but she didn’t mind it. Therefore, she had harnessed it to learn all of their names.
Mostly asking Shinefang. That didn’t count as gossip, right? No. Just pestering.
It hadn’t been hard, they all had distinct names. Caliaflame, Daydream... they were names that weren’t the normal type like ‘Fur’ or ‘Pelt’. Of course, Ringpaw didnt really have a preference. Fur, Pelt, whatever.
Ringpaw shook her head. She hadn’t going so in-depth over simple things. It was new, not familiar.
“Ready as I’ll ever be.” She breathed, sitting down beside Shinefang hesitantly. She didn’t exactly feel ready, but it was now or never.
When Flashpaw smiled in their general direction, Ringpaw smiled back broadly. Flashpaw looked a bit older than her, Ringpaw couldn’t wait to talk with her.

[Cosmo]

Lonestar23 , blue jellie , Mauve , Charmer , king kaleb! , Silver Fishie

Oriolepaw looked up to see Heatherfur. "Thank you Heatherfur," The molly said with a dip of her head, "Your help is always welcomed." Oriolepaw smiled in response to Ringpaw, the new SkyClan medicine cat, then she turned her attention back to Heatherfur. "That sounds good," The she-cat said happily.
The moonpool looked the same from the last time that she had been to it, and she grinned in amusement as she heard Ringpaw speak. That had more or less been Oriolepaw's reaction as well. It was quite beautiful.
Oriolepaw listened to Daydream's words, with her ears pricked, that was exactly what she had done when she came here to be accepted by StarClan. Her uneasiness ebbed away when she noticed that. The molly noticed the tension between Daydream and Shinefang, and backed up a bit. "I wonder whats up with them?" She whispered to Heatherfur, with a pointed look at Daydream and Shinefang.

[Charmer]

Lonestar23 , blue jellie , Mauve , Cosmo , king kaleb! , Silver Fishie

Shinefang merely nodded at his apprentice, and cleared his throat. In the span of time it took for him to do this, he tried to memorize everything around him: the smells, the sounds, the sights. This might be one of the biggest moments he'd have with his apprentice. He didn't know if he'd see the end of next leafbare. He couldn't be sure he'd live to give her her full medicine cat name. He hadn't known the young calico long, but he was already certain of one fact; she was good. Intrinsically good in a way many cats were not. Caring, diligent, and genuine in her desire to serve her clanmates. Though the old tom would gladly live forever and serve his precious Skyclan every day of it, he knew that on the day he had to go, he would be leaving Skyclan in capable paws.

"I, Shinefang, Medicine cat of Skyclan, call upon our warrior ancestors to look down on this young cat as she seeks to follow the path of serving her clan through healing. Ringpaw, is it your wish to enter the mysteries of StarClan as a medicine cat apprentice?"

"It is."

The old tom placed his tail on the shecat's shoulder and stared dwon into the pool. How strange it was to be saying these words, to be calling on Straclan when not so very long ago, he have just as soon clawed a star-pelted warrior as spoke to one. Slatepelt had changed that. When he walked with her in the shining fields of Starclan's hunting grounds, for the first time in a long while, he felt calm. But now, he tightened his grip on the shecat's shoulder's just a little and said a silent prayer.

Slatepelt, watch over her for me.

"Warriors of StarClan, I present you with this apprentice. she has chosen the path of a medicine cat. Grant her your wisdom and insight so that she may understand your ways and heal her Clan in accordance with your will."

He turned to her then, and quietly said to her, "Touch you muzzle to the surface of the pool, close your eyes, and let yourself drift off." His instructions given, he bent on his stiff legs, touched his nose to the water, and felt sleep wash over him like a gentle breeze carrying his mind away.

[Mauve]

Lonestar23 blue jellie Cosmo Charmer king kaleb! Silver Fishie

As both her and Oriolepaw slipped into the Starcave, Heatherfur settled down next to the apprentice deciding to remain close to her. This was her first time at the Starcave, and despite being RiverClan's medicine cat it felt comforting to have WindClan blood next to her for it. If only Surgestorm had been able to be here as well... But the molly couldn't let her mind slip back into that place. Daydream had worked hard to get her out of it, and she wasn't about to dismantle all of their work. As Oriolepaw's comment about the tension that was practically palpable between the ShadowClan and SkyClan medicine cats, she felt a soft sigh slip past her. "I don't think Daydream is too happy with Shinefang's actions at the last Gathering," she murmured, her own anger at the situation evident in her eyes. "He struck Fallenstar for not doing more to look for Juniperpaw." Though she could understand the elder tom's anger, it didn't justify him striking a leader at a time of truce between all the Clans. She wouldn't comment on it thought, at least not here. She had too much in her paws with learning a completely new path to think much of it.

She felt a hush come down over all the medicine cats, and Heatherfur's eyes grew round with curiosity as she watched Ringpaw receive her medicine cat ceremony. She hadn't really had one, seeing as she was practically a full medicine cat of RiverClan already. She was the only one currently healing and serving her Clan in that way, and though at times she considered maybe taking on an apprentice just in case as leaf-fall approached, she knew there was still much she would need to learn before that happened. With Ringpaw's ceremony drawing to a close, Heatherfur remembered Daydream's instructions and allowed herself to lay down beside the sparkling pool of water. It dazzled her in a way that the molly hadn't been dazzled before, and she could feel the intensity of such a sacred place vibrating within her bones. Excitement raced through her veins and made Heatherfur feel like a kit again as she watched the water. With one last glance towards Oriolepaw, a soft smile on her face, she turned back to the water and touched her nose gently to the surface. The shock of how cold it was made her instantly want to pull away, but instead she felt forces much strong than herself lulling her into blissful slumber.

[graves]

[ Lonestar23 , blue jellie , Mauve , Cosmo , Charmer , Silver Fishie ]

daydreams lip curled at shinefangs comment. was he really going to be difficult over something so small? whatever. when they turned back to flashpaw and got their answer they smiled, happy she respected their choice. "know that you dont need any ceremony to validate your status." they mumbled. they knew how she could be doubtful about her abilities, or in herself at times, but thats what daydream was for. they were going to bring her confidence up if that was the last thing they did. they rested their tail on hers, leaning down and closing their eyes as their nose made contact with moonpool. the water was icey to the touch, sending a chill down their spine, familiar. of course, daydream had been to starclan before, but it didnt mean they liked it at all. when they opened their eyes they were met with a world with plush green grass and sunset skies, stars bright in the sky. they could see the other medicine cats fading in slowly. they already felt on edge. they hadnt told flashpaw yet about their..distaste for starclan, so id be out of the blue for them to star acting pissy out of no where. theyd talk about it on the way home.

[pomegranate]

@Charmer king kaleb! Cosmo Mauve Lonestar23 blue jellie
(Sorry for the late reply!)

As her ceremony finished, Ringpaw straightened her back confidently.
She was now a medicine cat.
Well, not a full-fledged Medicine Cat, just training to be one. But now she had survived the craziest thing she had done.
Well, not crazy. Just new.
Smiling, she looked up at Shinefang. He looked so solemn, so confident but strange. A mix of emotions. Ringpaw had never been good at reading emotions, only when someone was annoyed with her. The creases in their brow, the narrowed eyes and traces of slight disgust, that was exactly what she looked for when asking questions. Time to back off, it said.
But Shinefang was unreadable. Maybe a tinge of worry, that was it. Why worry?
Then Ringpaw mentally slapped herself.
Shinefang hadn’t been exactly open to Starclan as far as she knew. What if she had insulted him? I’m sure I didn’t.
Besides, did Ringpaw even really believe? Snowbranch had. Ringpaw missed Snowbranch. Maybe she should try to talk with her later on.
“Okay, I can do that.” She whispered quietly back to Shinefang as he bent down to touch his muzzle to the pool.
She watched him as his muscles relaxed, and the yellow tom closed his eyes.
Ringpaw looked around the cave, where all of the other cat’s were also drifting off.
Heatherfur and Daydream were already asleep, and Ringpaw glanced around with her green eyes for a little bit longer before crouching down.
She let her calico fur brush Shinefang’s side, before touching her pink nose to the icy water.
At first, she breathed in with her nose under water, and jerked back to snort it out. But just as she was about to rid herself of the clear liquid, she felt something tugging at the edge of her mind.
Tired, she began to slip from consciousness and her muzzle dipped back to the pool.
Suddenly, her eyes grew weary and she felt herself fall into a sleep.

[fresh]

[ king kaleb! Cosmo Charmer Lonestar23 Mauve Silver Fishie ]

The she-cat was relieved that she wouldn't have to do anything in front of all the medicine cats. At her mentor's words, she simply nodded, her eyes determined but a little shy. When the enby laid their tail across her back,
she took it as a signal and leaned down to touch her nose to the water alongside them. At the feel of the cold water she flinched and was tempted to draw away, but she closed her eyes tightly and sank lower to the ground, sleep washing her consciousness away to a place filled with a beautiful starry sunset. Not that she knew it. Flashpaw kept her eyes closed until she felt the freezing enviornment vanish, and even then she waited a few more moments before opening her eyes. It was truly a beautiful sight. The smoky she-cat gazed at the colorful constellations and exhaled slowly, drawing her tail in around her flank. Glancing at Daydream, she could tell they didn't feel the same. They looked ready to jump out at anything that moved. She tentatively touched her tail to their shoulder in a bit of a comforting way, her eyes worried. The other medicine cats were fading into view as well, and she saw them out of her peripheral vision as she watched her mentor carefully.

[graves]

[ blue jellie Cosmo Charmer Lonestar23 Mauve Silver Fishie ]

im doing a MAJOR timeskip so we can try and finish this roleplay by today.

as daydream began to sense the other cats presences, it didnt seem to help their nerves at all, but it was better than being alone. they took a glance at flashpaw when she rested her tail on their shoulder, giving them a grateful nod. the air seemed nice and peaceful, the trees a pretty green and the grass soft. they could hear the subtle sound of water splashing, a river near them. it seemed.. nice, which was funny to say considering they usually hated every moment of this. maybe it was because flashpaw was here, it calmed them a bit. the calmness didnt last for long, the leaves on the trees drying out and turning a mud brown, the grass growing stiff and losing its color. the sky turned from a pretty blue to a dark grey, as if a storm was coming over head, but no rain came. instead, the river near them all dried, the level growing lower and lower, drying out the rest of the forest. they were frigtened, but they didnt show that on the look on their face, it being bland and a bit expressionless as usual. but they did stick closer to flashpaws side out of protection purposes, looking at the other medicine cats to make sure they werent the only ones seeing this.

[Cosmo]

blue jellie king kaleb! Charmer Lonestar23 Mauve Silver Fishie

Oriolepaw reached down and touched her nose to the water, the same way that she had done before, soon she was asleep.

~~~

Oriolepaw's eyes opened to see the other medicine cats around her. Everything was dry around her. The molly backed up, her ears pinned back against her head. Fear shown clearly on the she-cat's face as she looked up at the dark gray sky. It used to be a beautiful periwinkle blue, but now it was gray and dark as though a storm was coming. The river was drying up and Oriolepaw turned her gaze over to Heatherfur, seeking comfort in the older molly. Her frightened gaze studied the other medicine cats to see if they too were as scared as she was.

[Charmer]

Lonestar23 , blue jellie , Mauve , Cosmo , king kaleb! , Silver Fishie

Shinefang, glanced around. It seemed that all the medicine cats had found themselves in the forest. He smelled the clean scent of the river before he saw it. The old tom turned to Ringpaw, his apprentice coming into focus as she found herself on Starclan’s plains. But suddenly, a rumbling in the distance caught his attention and he looked up. Storm clouds had coated the sky instantly. A cold wind whipped through his fur, making him brace himself against the cold. When he looked up again, he saw the river before him, and to his shock, the water level was dropping fast. “What the...” The old tom stepped closer as the water continued to drain, growing more and more shallow. He could see the writhing outlines of shadows just below the surface, then the glint of scales as fish in the remaining water began to thrash in the remains of the river.

[pomegranate]

@king kaleb! Charmer Cosmo Heatherfur Lonestar23 blue jellie

When Ringpaw’s eyes snapped open she was standing in a clear meadow, a crisp breeze floating pleasantly around her.
Long blades of grass nearly up to her chest tickled her legs, and carried with them the scent of lush greenery and the strong smell of prey.
The smell of water hit her nose, the crisp and flowing sound snapping in her ear fur as she turned to look a ways over.
There, a fast flowing brook-like stream was sitting, with shining gray stones and long reeds around the edges.
After she noticed the river, she saw that all of the other medicine cats were in front of here. She seemed to be behind them, so as she stepped forth she inched closer to Shinefang, her pelt nearly brushing his.
Being near him made her feel more comfortable, but she didn’t need comfort anyway. This place was... absoloutely stunning!
“It’s beautiful! Is this what Starclan looks like?” She asked her mentor, her green gaze still locked on the trickling brook ahead.
Just as the words left her mouth, a chilling wind came up her spine and whipped what she said away.
She watched as the sky grew darker and grayer, the clouds turning from airy and fluffy to large and booming in seconds. The wind grew stronger, before the grass turned brittle and browned beneath her paws.
“What?..” She said aloud, but was sure no one could hear her. She looked towards Oriolepaw, who was staring desperately at Heatherfur.
Is something... wrong?
Her eyes locked on to Shinefang’s back as he stepped closer to the stream, and he left her side.
The river was gone.
The stones became dusty and dull, the water drying up leaving only silver minnows and fish flopping around as they gasped for hydration.
Ringpaw shivered.

[Charmer]

Lonestar23 , blue jellie , Mauve , Cosmo , king kaleb! , Silver Fishie

The old tom stared, dumbfounded as the water continued to sink into the earth. He was no longer even aware of Ringpaw at his tail trying to speak to him. When the water finally vanished, all that was left was earth, parched and cracked, and the fish of the river. Violently they thrashed and flopped around, their gills heaving and their mouths opening and closing in wordless screams of terror and pain. Then, out of the writhing mass of fins and scales, a single fish flipped halfhazardly from the rest, landing practically at Shinefang’s paws. Startled, he stepped back and stared down at the fish. It was black a raven’s wing, and like the rest, it’s gills and mouth worked furious as they strained for water that wasn’t there. But it was its eyes that made Shinefang forget to breath. They were an eerie, deep blue with vertical slits... like that of a cat. A cat he knew. Finally, out of its mouth, between labored, painful gasps, to the old toms horror, it spoke.

”Help...me...”

Shinefang stumbled back, his senses reeling from the terrifying, unnatural sight. “What... what is happening?” He demanded, eye darting around are the other medicine cats, at Ringpaw... then finally at Daydream. Glaring, over the roaring wind he called, “What does this mean?!”

[graves]

[ blue jellie Cosmo Charmer Lonestar23 Mauve Silver Fishie ]


daydream eyed the sky quietly. then towards the river. they watched it run dry and the levels grow lower and lower, until eventually, it was dry. countless fish were flopping around, until one flopped towards shinefang specifically. they made their way over to him. even if they werent on good terms, this wasnt exactly the time to keep up with past arguments. they eyed the fish while it flopped, hearing its words as they stood next to shinefang, inspecting the poor creature. they almost wanted to put it out of its misery, but it looked too familiar for them to do that. they made eye contact with the fish for a split second, and thats all they needed for a jolt of electricity to run down their spine as they saw a flash of memories, assuming from this weird looking fish. they saw war. they saw blood. they saw cats running away from the clans. they saw kits. they heard yowling and screaming and god they just wanted it to stop. and it did.

"without the rivers the forest will run dry..." they spoke, at exactly at the same time as the fish on the ground, before it finally laid dead on the ground, eyes fading into an icy blue. they didnt know why they knew what the fish was going to say, or why, but they knew it meant something. it had to be something with riverclan for sure, after all the damn fish looked like fallenstar himself. the memories still made chills run down their spine, and they dont know why they were shown that, or how, but they werent going to question it now.

(daydream has the power to see into anyones memories, whether its past or future ! i thought this would be a cool way to introduce it.)

[Mauve]

blue jellie Charmer Cosmo Lonestar23 king kaleb! Silver Fishie

As Heatherfur opened her eyes to the beautiful forever greenleaf that was StarClan's homeland, a smile came upon her face. She had always found peace whenever she was close with her warrior ancestors. The only other time she had been here was when her father, Cobraspirit, had visited her once in a dream many many moons ago. It still seemed as beautiful as ever, with the sky a brilliant shade of pale blue and the lush trees swaying gently in the soft afternoon breeze. Bird chirping caught her attention as the molly turned to glance towards the river, the babbling sounds turning into music in her ears. Her time with RiverClan had made her appreciate the beauty of water, and reminded her of the day Rowanflower had taught her to swim. As much as she was WindClan, the medicine cat knew that the warmth she felt with all the things that came with RiverClan was a gift from StarClan herself, perhaps to show her that she was finally on the right path, and that this was her new destiny. Had they known what they were doing all along? Was moving her to RiverClan as theirnew medicine cat StarClan's way of showing the Clans that all this fighting was pointless? She didn't really believe that she played that much of an important role in bringing about an era of peace and tranquility, but if it was what StarClan wished, she would do her best to carry it out.

Suddenly, the ground began to tremble under paw and Heatherfur felt a harsh breeze whip at her fur. She was used to the strong winds on the open moorland, but this felt different. Overhead, the once beautiful opaque sky turned violent, dark gray storm clouds swirling in and blotting out the light from the sun. Shadows grew from the trees, coating the river that was... was the river disappearing?. With her eyes wide and ears flattened in terror, Heatherfur watched as the water began to drain back into an unknown source, leaving several fish flopping around drastically, each with wide eyes themselves, full of terror and pain. Instinctively, she moved closer to Oriolepaw, pressing her flank against the younger she-cats as if to protect her from the storm. "What is going on?" the molly breathed, trying to make sense of the scene in front of her. More confusion shot through her veins as she watched a single fish flop forward towards Shinefang. Though she wasn't right next to the SkyClan medicine cat, her ears caught Daydream's words loud and clear as to what the fish had said to Shinefang.

"Without the river, the forest will run dry..."

Horrified, Heatherfur moved forward, keeping her tail laced across Oriolepaw's back as if to lead her with each step. She opened her mouth to speak, turning her attention towards Daydream. After all, they had been a medicine cat longer than anyone else here, now with Surgestorm gone. There was something about the expression on their face told Heatherfur that something had happened, and for a brief moment she wanted to ask them what it was. But there were more important matters at paw, and Heatherfur had to swallow back the bile that rose in her throat as the fish finally gave up its struggle, the life fading from it's eerie blue eyes. "I don't... what does this mean?" she asked, looking around at all the other medicine cats. In her heart, she knew it had something to do with RiverClan. Oh, why had StarClan given this responsibility to her? She felt practically paralyzed, and the only thought that ran through her veins was to wake up and return to RiverClan to warn Fallenstar. As much as she disagreed with the tom's handle on the whole situation, they needed to work together to make sure RiverClan saw through whatever was in store for them.

[fresh]

[ Mauve Charmer king kaleb! Lonestar23 Silver Fishie Cosmo ]

As the smoky black feline gazed at the countless twinkling stars against the pastel red and violet sky, something happened. The sky dulled, storm clouds that she hadn't noticed before covering up the stars. She looked down and at Daydream with concern, about to ask what was happening, when out if the corner of her eye she saw the river disappear from view. Flashpaw snapped her head in that direction, her eyes widening as the river shrunk lower and lower. Tons of fish flopped around, their gills convulsing as much as their bodies as they strained for air. One by one they died, choking to death, and all the ShadowClan medicine cat apprentice could so was watch in horror. Just then her mentor turned and went over to Shinefang, where a familiar looking fish had flooped at its feet. It said a few words, ones that would haunt her forever. "Help... me..." The she-cat was frantic now. She thought StarClan was supposed to be a beautiful, peaceful, and blissful place, with endless blue skies and newleaf all year-round. No one had told her that it was like being taken to a massacre. They might've been fish, but they all looked familiar. Were they resembling... RiverClan cats? She hadn't seen many before, but she definitely recognized some. Like Fallenstar. Black fish with blue eyes were everywhere. And they weren't normal eyes. They were cat eyes. Flashpaw didn't know she wasn't breathing until her vision faltered and se gasped for breath, her lungs heaving and clogged as she fought back another asthma attack. Could a cat pass out in StarClan? She didn't know. She didn't know much of anything. The world was a blur in front of her, so much so that she didn't hear Daydream speak. Something snapped her out of it. Maybe a cat couldn't pass out in StarClan. The she-cat fought to control her breathing, her heart slowing as she shook her head and opened her eyes fully, not realizing they'd been half-closed. Her face was red hot, as she realized how often she had the attacks. Some medicine cat you are, her mind taunted, making her pulse lower even more, as though her heart was physically sinking. You can't even fix your own asthma. It took a lot of reminding herself that asthma wasn't fixable until she came back to reality. Flashpaw heard Heatherfur's question but was had no idea how to answer. The feline was too busy shaking, the question bouncing around her head. What does this mean?

[graves]

Cosmo

the last time daydream had been here they had gotten into a fight with shinefang. not to mention all the other bittersweet memories, but that was the freshest. they didnt have the..best relationship with starclan, especially at the moment, but they knew that surgestorm valued them, so out of respects they would value it to his apprentice, oriolepaw. they felt a bit proud watching her grow up to become the medicine cat she was today. she was a bit quiet and nervous at times, but daydream did care for her no matter what. they were proud to have trained her. they they walked into the starcave there was a subtle glow to the water, as there always was, the reflection looking like a galaxy on the ceiling of the cave and earning its name. the starcave. "im proud of you," they mewed humbly, taking a step closer to they were on the edges of where the water started, gaze flickering from the water to the molly ahead of them,"ready?"

[Cosmo]

Cosmo

the last time daydream had been here they had gotten into a fight with shinefang. not to mention all the other bittersweet memories, but that was the freshest. they didnt have the..best relationship with starclan, especially at the moment, but they knew that surgestorm valued them, so out of respects they would value it to his apprentice, oriolepaw. they felt a bit proud watching her grow up to become the medicine cat she was today. she was a bit quiet and nervous at times, but daydream did care for her no matter what. they were proud to have trained her. they they walked into the starcave there was a subtle glow to the water, as there always was, the reflection looking like a galaxy on the ceiling of the cave and earning its name. the starcave. "im proud of you," they mewed humbly, taking a step closer to they were on the edges of where the water started, gaze flickering from the water to the molly ahead of them,"ready?"

Oriolepaw was about to receive her medicine cat name. She had been a medicine cat for a while, but she hadn't had a medicine cat name. Names rolled through her head as she walked. Oriolesong... Orioleflight, Orioleleaf, Orioleheart, Orioleglow... Orioleshine.... Oriolestorm She stopped at Oriolestorm, that was Surgestorm's suffix. She could feel the start of tears in her eyes, but she pushed them away. I'm getting a medicine cat name! She told herself over and over again, until finally she perked up, especially when Daydream said they were proud of her. Ready? Oriolepaw didn't have to wait a moment to answer that question. "Yes," she answered, "I'm ready."

[graves]

Oriolepaw was about to receive her medicine cat name. She had been a medicine cat for a while, but she hadn't had a medicine cat name. Names rolled through her head as she walked. Oriolesong... Orioleflight, Orioleleaf, Orioleheart, Orioleglow... Orioleshine.... Oriolestorm She stopped at Oriolestorm, that was Surgestorm's suffix. She could feel the start of tears in her eyes, but she pushed them away. I'm getting a medicine cat name! She told herself over and over again, until finally she perked up, especially when Daydream said they were proud of her. Ready? Oriolepaw didn't have to wait a moment to answer that question. "Yes," she answered, "I'm ready."

daydream nodded towards oriolepaw, smiling and dipping their head towards the starpool. they laid down, touching their nose to the water and letting themselves go into a deep slumber. when they awoke they were in, of course, starclan, though their dislike had dimmed down by alot since before. while yeah, they disliked the place, they wouldnt throw a hissy fit when it came to duties. "forgive me i.. dont know the words to this, no one ever taught me. but i think it goes.." they mumbled, trying to rethink over what they had been taught with geckoleaf and northpath. "in the presence of.. starclan, i call down my ancestors to look down on this apprentice, for they have gone through the training to earn their full name," they spoke. they were sure those werent the words, for screw tradition, right? you get the message across either way. the edges of daydreams fur glowed a bit as they sensed the presences of their ancestors, looking up towards the molly,"do you accept the role as windclans medicine cat?"

Sagittarius

daydream walked down the path towards the starcave, windygale at their side. they had done this before with goldenstar, and for some reason they felt more.. hopeful this time. this felt right. windygale was the right leader,"should i get used to calling you windystar?" daydream mewed with a raised brow, nudging the tom. they knew he was probably nervous, but they would be at their side the whole time time for his leadership. they had lived through three leaders know, they knew theyd survive him, too.

[vellichor]

Sagittarius

daydream walked down the path towards the starcave, windygale at their side. they had done this before with goldenstar, and for some reason they felt more.. hopeful this time. this felt right. windygale was the right leader,"should i get used to calling you windystar?" daydream mewed with a raised brow, nudging the tom. they knew he was probably nervous, but they would be at their side the whole time time for his leadership. they had lived through three leaders know, they knew theyd survive him, too.

Each paw step was filled with anticipation. The feline walked with Daydream, glad they were with him. They'd been through so much in their time as a medicine cat, and the tan feline hoped they were becoming better friends. He wanted to take the time to get to know Daydream, should they let him in their life. His hopes went up when Daydream made a comment to him. It made Windygale grin in spite of the butterflies rustling in his stomach. "I suppose so,"" he chuckled, trying to keep it light-hearted and friendly. He was looking forward to this ceremony. hadowClan needed a leader, and that leader happened to be him. He had already lost a life - the thought made him shudder. By some miracle, StarClan had sent him back. But he hoped that nobody saw him, especially not Milkweed. He didn't want to mention it to him. Windy didn't know how the tom would react. Clearing his mind, he stepped forward and touched his nose to the cold, clear water. He awaited StarClan, and knew they waited for him. He was ready.


Life 1: Viciousness || Redtalon || Duskflight
Life 2: Love || Sunkit || Gemini
Life 3: Healing || Shellkit || Starfall
Life 4: Resiliance || Irisdawn || Tavvia
Life 5: Choice-Making || Dawnmist || @~+Winter+~
Life 6: Good Judgement || Lostscar || RosePelt145
Life 7: Punishment || Plumscorch || pomegranate
Life 8: Forgiveness || Roaringpaw || candy cane
Life 9: Acceptance || Sunscorch || Fuzzyfeline

[The Cannibal]

Each paw step was filled with anticipation. The feline walked with Daydream, glad they were with him. They'd been through so much in their time as a medicine cat, and the tan feline hoped they were becoming better friends. He wanted to take the time to get to know Daydream, should they let him in their life. His hopes went up when Daydream made a comment to him. It made Windygale grin in spite of the butterflies rustling in his stomach. "I suppose so,"" he chuckled, trying to keep it light-hearted and friendly. He was looking forward to this ceremony. hadowClan needed a leader, and that leader happened to be him. He had already lost a life - the thought made him shudder. By some miracle, StarClan had sent him back. But he hoped that nobody saw him, especially not Milkweed. He didn't want to mention it to him. Windy didn't know how the tom would react. Clearing his mind, he stepped forward and touched his nose to the cold, clear water. He awaited StarClan, and knew they waited for him. He was ready.


Life 1: Viciousness || Redtalon || Duskflight
Life 2: Love || Sunkit || Gemini
Life 3: Healing || Shellkit || Starfall
Life 4: Resiliance || Irisdawn || Tavvia
Life 5: Choice-Making || Dawnmist || @~+Winter+~
Life 6: Good Judgement || Lostscar || RosePelt145
Life 7: Punishment || Plumscorch || pomegranate
Life 8: Forgiveness || Roaringpaw || candy cane
Life 9: Acceptance || Sunscorch || Fuzzyfeline


At last it was time for Windygale to become the leader he was meant to be, to receive the lives he rightfully deserved and become Windystar. As he touched his nose to that stone and darkness enveloped him, Starclan watched on. The inky blackness of sleep swept in but soon mist and stars would surround him, the territory of his ancestors dark and mystifying but littered with enough starlight to where he wasn't blind when he opened his eyes. At last the moment all deputies dream of reaching. The life-giving ceremony.
Slowly out of the fog came a fiery tom; his rust colored pelt used to invoke fear in those he faced in battle, and his movement proving his strength, even if he was with Starclan now. Perhaps Windygale had heard tales of him and his battle prowess, heard tales of the mighty Redtalon.
Stopping just before the Shadowclan tom, the Thunderclan male would nod his head curtly like a soldier to a general.
"Greetings Windygale." His very voice was hardened and sharp, there was no room for compassion in the heat of battle, not when your family and your friends were at stake.

"It is my pleasure to bestow you with your first life, the life of viciousness," the tom said, a burst of icy starlight in his eyes upon the mention of the life he was giving. "May you use it wisely to destroy any danger that threatens your family, your friends and your clan. May you use it to protect them when no one else can, with all of the raw power of a rampaging badger."
Leaning his head forward, Redtalon would touch his nose to Windygale, the power being transferred effortlessly through him, but this would not be an easy life to take. One must first feel the pain of having your closest ripped away from you before feeling the fire and animosity fill your veins to protect those you still have. Viciousness is not easy or pleasant, but it is a necessity when everything you have and care for is on the line.

After the life was transferred, the fiery tom would step back and offer a slight smile, offering his final words. "Use it wisely. Even the most peaceful cats have viciousness in them still." With that, he would turn away and fade into the mist to allow for the next life-giver to step forward.

[vellichor]

At last it was time for Windygale to become the leader he was meant to be, to receive the lives he rightfully deserved and become Windystar. As he touched his nose to that stone and darkness enveloped him, Starclan watched on. The inky blackness of sleep swept in but soon mist and stars would surround him, the territory of his ancestors dark and mystifying but littered with enough starlight to where he wasn't blind when he opened his eyes. At last the moment all deputies dream of reaching. The life-giving ceremony.
Slowly out of the fog came a fiery tom; his rust colored pelt used to invoke fear in those he faced in battle, and his movement proving his strength, even if he was with Starclan now. Perhaps Windygale had heard tales of him and his battle prowess, heard tales of the mighty Redtalon.
Stopping just before the Shadowclan tom, the Thunderclan male would nod his head curtly like a soldier to a general.
"Greetings Windygale." His very voice was hardened and sharp, there was no room for compassion in the heat of battle, not when your family and your friends were at stake.

"It is my pleasure to bestow you with your first life, the life of viciousness," the tom said, a burst of icy starlight in his eyes upon the mention of the life he was giving. "May you use it wisely to destroy any danger that threatens your family, your friends and your clan. May you use it to protect them when no one else can, with all of the raw power of a rampaging badger."
Leaning his head forward, Redtalon would touch his nose to Windygale, the power being transferred effortlessly through him, but this would not be an easy life to take. One must first feel the pain of having your closest ripped away from you before feeling the fire and animosity fill your veins to protect those you still have. Viciousness is not easy or pleasant, but it is a necessity when everything you have and care for is on the line.

After the life was transferred, the fiery tom would step back and offer a slight smile, offering his final words. "Use it wisely. Even the most peaceful cats have viciousness in them still." With that, he would turn away and fade into the mist to allow for the next life-giver to step forward.

Darkness engulfed the fluffy feline as he opened his eyes. Well, he didn’t even know if he had opened his eyes; the inky void surrounded him, trapped him. Windygale started to panic. What if StarClan has decided he wasn’t really worthy to live and killed him? What if he was in the Place of No Stars? His panic subsided when a tiny glint of light caught his eye. Then another, another, and soon, he was surrounded by twinkles of light. ‘StarClan,’ He thought, breathing a sigh of relief. But who was to give him his lives? His sharp amber eyes looked around, searching for any sign of a StarClan cat. Nothing. But then, a cat stepped out of the murky fog.

It took him a moment to recognize the ThunderClan tom. He had heard stories of a brave fighter of ThunderClan. Redtalon. He was honored that he would be giving Windy his first life.

‘Viciousness...?’ He only had time to think that before he was thrust into a world of pain. Burning pain, throughout his entire body. He barely managed to hold back a yowl of surprise and pain. It felt as though his blood was on fire. His vision went hazy and red. And suddenly, he felt many things at once. Anger. Pain. Guilt. Rage. Betrayal. And viciousness. So much viciousness. It was as if his best friend betrayed him, or a band of foxes raided ShadowClan camp, or he was watching his best friend get killed. It was no ordinary feeling, and finally, he let out a screech of fury. Just like that, the visions of fire and anger faded, leaving his breathless, but feeling stronger.

Focusing, the tan feline realized Redtalon was speaking to him. With a nod, Windy replied with three words. “Thank you, Redtalon.” And so he stood, ready for the pain of the next life he was to receive.

Gemini

[gemini]

Darkness engulfed the fluffy feline as he opened his eyes. Well, he didn’t even know if he had opened his eyes; the inky void surrounded him, trapped him. Windygale started to panic. What if StarClan has decided he wasn’t really worthy to live and killed him? What if he was in the Place of No Stars? His panic subsided when a tiny glint of light caught his eye. Then another, another, and soon, he was surrounded by twinkles of light. ‘StarClan,’ He thought, breathing a sigh of relief. But who was to give him his lives? His sharp amber eyes looked around, searching for any sign of a StarClan cat. Nothing. But then, a cat stepped out of the murky fog.

It took him a moment to recognize the ThunderClan tom. He had heard stories of a brave fighter of ThunderClan. Redtalon. He was honored that he would be giving Windy his first life.

‘Viciousness...?’ He only had time to think that before he was thrust into a world of pain. Burning pain, throughout his entire body. He barely managed to hold back a yowl of surprise and pain. It felt as though his blood was on fire. His vision went hazy and red. And suddenly, he felt many things at once. Anger. Pain. Guilt. Rage. Betrayal. And viciousness. So much viciousness. It was as if his best friend betrayed him, or a band of foxes raided ShadowClan camp, or he was watching his best friend get killed. It was no ordinary feeling, and finally, he let out a screech of fury. Just like that, the visions of fire and anger faded, leaving his breathless, but feeling stronger.

Focusing, the tan feline realized Redtalon was speaking to him. With a nod, Windy replied with three words. “Thank you, Redtalon.” And so he stood, ready for the pain of the next life he was to receive.

Gemini

the small rag doll stood and watched windygale flinch at the pain of his life as he said thank you her amber eyes settled upon him. She stepped forward her starry pelt shifting from gray to blonde as the light moved, though her fur was still like that of a kit and so was her body her amber eyes shone with wisdom that would be near impossible to obtain, she gave a small dip of her head though she would be furthering his path she still found it that she should have a bit of respect. “I am Sunkit of WindClan.” she said in a kind voice that resembled her sister’s. She paused for a moment, her fur prickling with the realization that he would watch over her as would she, “With this life I give you love,” her eyes burned into his as a flame of passion struck her “Use this life to cherish your friends, your family, and most of all you clan.” her eyes grew wide as she took a few steps forward placing her muzzle on his head her starry body felt no pain though she knew it would be sharp for Windygale, the thoughts of her sister powered her life and she knew that he would use it well.
She stepped back and gave a nod, before falling back into the ranks of StarClan with the rest of her late clanmates and clanners a smile crossing her maw knowing that he would do well.

[vellichor]

the small rag doll stood and watched windygale flinch at the pain of his life as he said thank you her amber eyes settled upon him. She stepped forward her starry pelt shifting from gray to blonde as the light moved, though her fur was still like that of a kit and so was her body her amber eyes shone with wisdom that would be near impossible to obtain, she gave a small dip of her head though she would be furthering his path she still found it that she should have a bit of respect. “I am Sunkit of WindClan.” she said in a kind voice that resembled her sister’s. She paused for a moment, her fur prickling with the realization that he would watch over her as would she, “With this life I give you love,” her eyes burned into his as a flame of passion struck her “Use this life to cherish your friends, your family, and most of all you clan.” her eyes grew wide as she took a few steps forward placing her muzzle on his head her starry body felt no pain though she knew it would be sharp for Windygale, the thoughts of her sister powered her life and she knew that he would use it well.
She stepped back and gave a nod, before falling back into the ranks of StarClan with the rest of her late clanmates and clanners a smile crossing her maw knowing that he would do well.

He searched for a moment, thinking that it would be an adult cat giving his next life. But his heart fluttered as he saw a kitten step out of the shadows. Why, if all cats, would a kitten be in StarClan? He felt sadness swamp him. This kit should have lived a good life. But that wasn’t the point. He was here to get his nine lives, not reminisce. Windygale nodded at Sunkit, relaxing as she said “Love”. Maybe this life wouldn’t hurt as much as the last one. But either way, he was prepared.

Unfortunately, he was wrong. As soon as the kit’s muzzle touched his head, he felt as his claws were gripping him everywhere, cutting off his air supply, squeezing every bone until it snapped. It made him want to scream, cry, thrash, but his body refused to work with him. By the time the pain faded, he realized why he felt that pain. That was what a cat was willing to do for one they love. And he felt that pain. Now, he understood.

He didn’t even have a chance to thank Sunkit before she moved back into the darkness. He was alone once more, waiting for his next life.

Starfall

[Cosmo]

daydream nodded towards oriolepaw, smiling and dipping their head towards the starpool. they laid down, touching their nose to the water and letting themselves go into a deep slumber. when they awoke they were in, of course, starclan, though their dislike had dimmed down by alot since before. while yeah, they disliked the place, they wouldnt throw a hissy fit when it came to duties. "forgive me i.. dont know the words to this, no one ever taught me. but i think it goes.." they mumbled, trying to rethink over what they had been taught with geckoleaf and northpath. "in the presence of.. starclan, i call down my ancestors to look down on this apprentice, for they have gone through the training to earn their full name," they spoke. they were sure those werent the words, for screw tradition, right? you get the message across either way. the edges of daydreams fur glowed a bit as they sensed the presences of their ancestors, looking up towards the molly,"do you accept the role as windclans medicine cat?"

Sagittarius

daydream walked down the path towards the starcave, windygale at their side. they had done this before with goldenstar, and for some reason they felt more.. hopeful this time. this felt right. windygale was the right leader,"should i get used to calling you windystar?" daydream mewed with a raised brow, nudging the tom. they knew he was probably nervous, but they would be at their side the whole time time for his leadership. they had lived through three leaders know, they knew theyd survive him, too.

Oriolepaw bent down and touched her nose to the water. She lay down and felt her eyes slowly close. When they opened she was in StarClan, everything seemed to glow around StarClan. Daydream's fur appeared to shimmer. She looked down at her own fur to see if it did. It also shimmered. Her attention turned back to Daydream when they spoke. She was surprised that Daydream didn't know the words to the medicine cat's ritual, but she didn't mind that much. "Yes," Oriolepaw spoke, her voice surprisingly calm.

[Starfall]

Emerald hues watched as the new Shadowclan leader appeared, looking more earthy than the ancestors surrounding him. The ginger mottled feline wondered what it was like. To live. The slight twinge of cold air filling your lungs. The rush of running from something, anything. The rain against your fur. Instead, all he felt were his emotions, nothing physical, no pain, no soreness from running back and fourth, he know's because he tried it!

After the two Starclan cats gave their lives, he felt his body tingle, a cold rush rolling down his spine. It was his turn. Ginger paws clumsily stomped against star littered ground, his own pawfull of stars surrounding his little body.

"Hiya mister! You wouldn't know me, but I know you!" he yipped, "You were good friends with my mommy!" he purred. Shellkit knew what he was supposed to do of course, after watching only two of the events take place he was a pro at this now! "Since I can't do this for my mommy, I'll do it for you! Since you were one of her best friends!" with that, the kit took a step back.

"It's my turn so listen carefully!" a brief pause. "With this life, I give you Healing." chipper voice echoing in space they congregated in. "Use this life to heal not only yours and your clanmates physical wounds, but your emotional ones."

With that, the Riverclan kit hopped up so he was resting on his hind legs, and reached up to rest his paws on the to be leaders cheeks, bringing the tan tom down towards him. His little itty bitty nose touched the other toms larger one. He felt his whole being slide and become consumed by Windygale's. After a few seconds of letting it sink in, the alabaster tom dropped down and gave the Shadowclan tom a big smile, and trotted back.

Sagittarius

[vellichor]

Emerald hues watched as the new Shadowclan leader appeared, looking more earthy than the ancestors surrounding him. The ginger mottled feline wondered what it was like. To live. The slight twinge of cold air filling your lungs. The rush of running from something, anything. The rain against your fur. Instead, all he felt were his emotions, nothing physical, no pain, no soreness from running back and fourth, he know's because he tried it!

After the two Starclan cats gave their lives, he felt his body tingle, a cold rush rolling down his spine. It was his turn. Ginger paws clumsily stomped against star littered ground, his own pawfull of stars surrounding his little body.

"Hiya mister! You wouldn't know me, but I know you!" he yipped, "You were good friends with my mommy!" he purred. Shellkit knew what he was supposed to do of course, after watching only two of the events take place he was a pro at this now! "Since I can't do this for my mommy, I'll do it for you! Since you were one of her best friends!" with that, the kit took a step back.

"It's my turn so listen carefully!" a brief pause. "With this life, I give you Healing." chipper voice echoing in space they congregated in. "Use this life to heal not only yours and your clanmates physical wounds, but your emotional ones."

With that, the Riverclan kit hopped up so he was resting on his hind legs, and reached up to rest his paws on the to be leaders cheeks, bringing the tan tom down towards him. His little itty bitty nose touched the other toms larger one. He felt his whole being slide and become consumed by Windygale's. After a few seconds of letting it sink in, the alabaster tom dropped down and gave the Shadowclan tom a big smile, and trotted back.

Sagittarius


He hoped he wouldn’t see another kit give him a life. These kits deserved a beautiful, fulfilling life like he had. Windygale personally had never seen a kit die, and he never wanted to. So much heartache accompanied by the fact that this kit would never have lived the life they should have. Tragedy and grief.

Another small figure stepped out of the shadows, and his heart ached again. How many kittens were up here in StarClan, forever young just because they died? He didn’t want to know the answer to that question. But the kit looked up at him, and he looked down with a smile.

The small tom’s positive attitude lifted his spirits a little bit, gave him a bit more strength. After he had mentioned “mommy”, something clicked. He knew this kit looked familiar, but up until he said what he’d said, Windygale couldn’t seem to place it. But now he knew. ‘That’s Rowanflowwr’s kit...’ The thing that brought tears to his eyes was when he mentioned that he was one of her best friends. Well, he was glad he could claim that title, especially considering that their clans were enemies when he rose to the position of deputy.

He sounded so wise and confident, even with his small size. Windygale stood in awe as the kit delivered his speech. The deputy took in every word, knowing that this was a skill he needed to learn. His eyes shone.

As the kit reached up to touch noses, he tried to do everything he could to help the smaller feline. But as soon as their noses touched, it felt like he was being submerged. He felt everything. He was joyous, furious, upset, calm, so many emotions at once that his head ached as well as his body. He knew what this life meant, so he could heal everyone’s emotions. Even if it was a few seconds, it felt like an eternity before his pain subsided again. Now, he felt calmer, more stable. He didn’t even see Rowanflower’s kit slide into the murky darkness. But he smiled.

Tavvia

[graves]

Oriolepaw bent down and touched her nose to the water. She lay down and felt her eyes slowly close. When they opened she was in StarClan, everything seemed to glow around StarClan. Daydream's fur appeared to shimmer. She looked down at her own fur to see if it did. It also shimmered. Her attention turned back to Daydream when they spoke. She was surprised that Daydream didn't know the words to the medicine cat's ritual, but she didn't mind that much. "Yes," Oriolepaw spoke, her voice surprisingly calm.

while daydream didnt know the words to the ceremony, they still held this ceremony very important. they had given a few of these now to medicine cats across the forest, and they hoped they had a positive impact on oriole throughout her training. she smiled, even if small, it was something. they took a few steps closer to oriole, dipping their head to touch noses with the molly,"in honor of your mentor and all of windclan, you will be known as oriolestorm. for knowledge and courage will take all of the clans by storm, i have no doubt you will blow me away." they announced. theyfelt a tingling sensation run through them as they announced her name, watching their fur shimmer more as a sign of starclans enjoyment. they felt a rush of pride run through them. even if they didnt have an apprentice anymore as the moment, they were glad to have taught another one well.

[Tavvi]

The young tabby she-cat had been attentive so far in watching the ceremony. As one by one the other Starclan cats gave their lives, she could feel no worry starting to bubble up, only joy. Of course, she knew Windygale had worked ever so hard for his new position as a leader. And though in life she may have not been his clan-mate, in death she surely was.

Watching then as Shellkit paddled away, it fully clicked within her, a soft smile spreading on her maw. It's my turn. Her petite frame took a few easy steps across the constellation covered ground, to approach the deputy.

“Well, I don’t speak so elegantly, or have the greatest speech prepared,” Her joking, soft voice started, "but I hope my simple words and the power of this life will get across to you, all the same, Windygale.” Finishing her preface the molly took a step back, hazel hues shimmering with anticipation.

“My name is Irisdawn, and with this life, I give you resilience.” She meowed, her expression growing more serious. “Use this life when pessimism rules your days, to be able to put a smile on your maw and realize things will get better; to get right up when cats knock you down and to persist when things seem hopeless.”

After she was finished, the fluffy molly lifted up her head ever so slightly to touch noses with the leader to be, feeling her livihood become intertwined with his for a few fleeting moments. As it soon ebbed away, Irisdawn grinned again, “Remember to use this life wisely! You might have nine, by the end of this, but each one is just as important as the last!” With that, the she-cat stepped back, nodding softly before paddingly back into the shadows.

Sagittarius

[vellichor]

The young tabby she-cat had been attentive so far in watching the ceremony. As one by one the other Starclan cats gave their lives, she could feel no worry starting to bubble up, only joy. Of course, she knew Windygale had worked ever so hard for his new position as a leader. And though in life she may have not been his clan-mate, in death she surely was.

Watching then as Shellkit paddled away, it fully clicked within her, a soft smile spreading on her maw. It's my turn. Her petite frame took a few easy steps across the constellation covered ground, to approach the deputy.

“Well, I don’t speak so elegantly, or have the greatest speech prepared,” Her joking, soft voice started, "but I hope my simple words and the power of this life will get across to you, all the same, Windygale.” Finishing her preface the molly took a step back, hazel hues shimmering with anticipation.

“My name is Irisdawn, and with this life, I give you resilience.” She meowed, her expression growing more serious. “Use this life when pessimism rules your days, to be able to put a smile on your maw and realize things will get better; to get right up when cats knock you down and to persist when things seem hopeless.”

After she was finished, the fluffy molly lifted up her head ever so slightly to touch noses with the leader to be, feeling her livihood become intertwined with his for a few fleeting moments. As it soon ebbed away, Irisdawn grinned again, “Remember to use this life wisely! You might have nine, by the end of this, but each one is just as important as the last!” With that, the she-cat stepped back, nodding softly before paddingly back into the shadows.

Sagittarius



How many lives had he received? Four? Three? Either way, he wasn’t even halfway done. Windygale he’d to remain calm and strong. With each life, he became stronger. By the end, he would have the strength he would need to lead ShadowClan. Ugh. Even the thought daunted him, made his heart race. He would be leader of ShadowClan. Well, perhaps after the recent war the Clans needed a change in leadership. He was simply the beginning. He’d start the change.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when a petite feline stepped out of the shadows. Her fur was flecked with stars adding to her overall grace and mystery in Windygale’s eyes.

He listened to the she-cat’s “speech” while cracking a smile. Ah, the starry cat reminded him of himself. He tried to make light of serious situations, and this cat succeeded in making him smile despite the burden he was taking on.

The newly named Irisdawn touched her nose to his own, and this time, he felt no pain. He felt joy and warmth bubbling up inside him, making him feel calm and happy. The power of this life calmed his racing heart, soothed his unstable thoughts, revived his dwindling strength.

Alas, the warmth ended all too quickly and he found himself again gazing at Irisdawn. He nearly jumped out of his fur as ah spoke, as he was starting to get lost in his own thoughts once more. Listening carefully and taking in what she was saying, Windygale nodded and replied, “Of course. And Irisdawn?” he questioned, a small smile forming on his maw. “Thank you.”

~+Pancake+~

[.:Virgo:.]

How many lives had he received? Four? Three? Either way, he wasn’t even halfway done. Windygale he’d to remain calm and strong. With each life, he became stronger. By the end, he would have the strength he would need to lead ShadowClan. Ugh. Even the thought daunted him, made his heart race. He would be leader of ShadowClan. Well, perhaps after the recent war the Clans needed a change in leadership. He was simply the beginning. He’d start the change.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when a petite feline stepped out of the shadows. Her fur was flecked with stars adding to her overall grace and mystery in Windygale’s eyes.

He listened to the she-cat’s “speech” while cracking a smile. Ah, the starry cat reminded him of himself. He tried to make light of serious situations, and this cat succeeded in making him smile despite the burden he was taking on.

The newly named Irisdawn touched her nose to his own, and this time, he felt no pain. He felt joy and warmth bubbling up inside him, making him feel calm and happy. The power of this life calmed his racing heart, soothed his unstable thoughts, revived his dwindling strength.

Alas, the warmth ended all too quickly and he found himself again gazing at Irisdawn. He nearly jumped out of his fur as ah spoke, as he was starting to get lost in his own thoughts once more. Listening carefully and taking in what she was saying, Windygale nodded and replied, “Of course. And Irisdawn?” he questioned, a small smile forming on his maw. “Thank you.”

~+Pancake+~

The grey molly looked on as he received the life before hers. She was giving a new leader a life, something exciting! As she saw that the life previous had gone it’s toll, Dawnmist walked forwards. The grey molly bursting with excitement, nearly bouncing towards him. She had been chosen to give a leader a life! ‘Calm down Dawn. You need to do this right.’ She looked towards the soon to be leader of ShadowClan, composing herself. She breathed in and looked the almost white cat in his eyes, “I am Dawnmist of Thunderclan.” She smiled at the tan cat her eyes filled with kindness. “With this life, I give you the life of Choice Making.” She said, “You will need to make difficult choices in your future, and judge the consequences.” She looked down, as if she had done the exact opposite, her eyes filled with guile. “This life will help you when you need to make a choice to benefit your clan.” She touched her nose to his and gave him his life after looking up again. After doing that, she walked back to the mist, stopping in the middle of the space between the leader and the mist. ‘I think I did that right! Good job Dawn.’ She turned to watch as the leader took in the life. The guilt of making bad choices that could lead to someone dying, and thinking of what you could have done differently was a good way to make yourself go crazy, and making good choices for the benefit of not just you, but everyone around you, made yourself feel great. She hoped that the leader would make good choices, and help his clan with the knowledge. Guilt, so much guilt came from that life, but also hope. Making a hard choice could give you despair, guile, so many different emotions, and she hoped that he wouldn’t make the stupid decisions that she had. “Good luck, Windystar, you have a long nine lives ahead of you, don’t waste them.” She returned back to the mist and disappeared.

[vellichor]

The grey molly looked on as he received the life before hers. She was giving a new leader a life, something exciting! As she saw that the life previous had gone it’s toll, Dawnmist walked forwards. The grey molly bursting with excitement, nearly bouncing towards him. She had been chosen to give a leader a life! ‘Calm down Dawn. You need to do this right.’ She looked towards the soon to be leader of ShadowClan, composing herself. She breathed in and looked the almost white cat in his eyes, “I am Dawnmist of Thunderclan.” She smiled at the tan cat her eyes filled with kindness. “With this life, I give you the life of Choice Making.” She said, “You will need to make difficult choices in your future, and judge the consequences.” She looked down, as if she had done the exact opposite, her eyes filled with guile. “This life will help you when you need to make a choice to benefit your clan.” She touched her nose to his and gave him his life after looking up again. After doing that, she walked back to the mist, stopping in the middle of the space between the leader and the mist. ‘I think I did that right! Good job Dawn.’ She turned to watch as the leader took in the life. The guilt of making bad choices that could lead to someone dying, and thinking of what you could have done differently was a good way to make yourself go crazy, and making good choices for the benefit of not just you, but everyone around you, made yourself feel great. She hoped that the leader would make good choices, and help his clan with the knowledge. Guilt, so much guilt came from that life, but also hope. Making a hard choice could give you despair, guile, so many different emotions, and she hoped that he wouldn’t make the stupid decisions that she had. “Good luck, Windystar, you have a long nine lives ahead of you, don’t waste them.” She returned back to the mist and disappeared.

He knew at this point that the StarClan cats would take their time. It wouldn’t do any good to look into the infinite blackness and try to coax a cat out of it. Instead, he looked at the ground. Thousands of shiny glimmers, stars, all beneath his paws. It was as if he was walking on the night sky itself. Pushing a paw down, though, all he felt was solid. Like stone, but not as cold.

The sound of pawsteps made Windygale look up. He spotted a stunning gray she-cat, stars seemingly twinkling in her fur as she walked. He listened to her carefully worded speech, nodding slowly and touching noses. A great weight was thrust upon his shoulders, and it seemed like it was crushing him. Crunching his bones and pressing his flesh together until he couldn’t bear it anymore. From afar, he heard the word “Guilt.” it took the tan furred Tom a moment to realize that he had said that. And he figured it out.

That was what guilt could do to you. Put a burden on your shoulders. So he needed to make the right descisions. With that, the great weight lifted from his shoulders. He panted, trying to recover. He hadn’t seen Dawnmist slip back into the void, but maybe that was his vision playing tricks on him. By the time he’d fully recovered, the she-cat was definitely gone. Hoping that she could see him, Windy stared into the inky void and nodded.

RosePelt145

[|+sari+|]

Lostscar watched from the throngs of cats, patiently awaiting their turn, they smiled and nodded at Dawnmist as she took her place beside them before they began to slowly pad towards the soon to be leader, their brown fur was so dark it appeared black, so when the starlight sparkled around them, they appeared to be made of starry skies, they kept a steady smile on their maw. As they got closer to the deputy, the sad look in their eyes and scars all over their body was more visible, but over time they have grown proud of their flaws, their muscles rippled underneath their sleek , dark pelt as they moved, they stopped in front of the deputy. "Greetings, young one. I am Lostscar." they gave a brief nod. Short and brief was the way they spoke, they didn't tend to say more than needed. "With this life I give you good judgment. Use it well, so you make decisions you will not regret, and so you will punish fairly and with good reason. Use it to choose the right thing, even if it's hard." they lowered their massive head to touch noses with Windygale, closing their eyes before opening them and stepping back, and then, with a smile on their maw, they turned and disappeared in the throngs of StarClan cats.

Sagittarius

[vellichor]

Lostscar watched from the throngs of cats, patiently awaiting their turn, they smiled and nodded at Dawnmist as she took her place beside them before they began to slowly pad towards the soon to be leader, their brown fur was so dark it appeared black, so when the starlight sparkled around them, they appeared to be made of starry skies, they kept a steady smile on their maw. As they got closer to the deputy, the sad look in their eyes and scars all over their body was more visible, but over time they have grown proud of their flaws, their muscles rippled underneath their sleek , dark pelt as they moved, they stopped in front of the deputy. "Greetings, young one. I am Lostscar." they gave a brief nod. Short and brief was the way they spoke, they didn't tend to say more than needed. "With this life I give you good judgment. Use it well, so you make decisions you will not regret, and so you will punish fairly and with good reason. Use it to choose the right thing, even if it's hard." they lowered their massive head to touch noses with Windygale, closing their eyes before opening them and stepping back, and then, with a smile on their maw, they turned and disappeared in the throngs of StarClan cats.

Sagittarius

A dark figure approached Windygale next. The feline seemed to be made of the night sky itself; Windy had a hard time distinguishing them from the starry background. He noticed various scars along the sleek cat's pelt, smiling to himself. He was honored that such an experienced StarClanner should give him one of his nine lives.

He dipped his head toward Lostscar, surprised at how large they were. His own amber eyes only met the nose of that cat. And he considered himself to be a large cat. 'Good judgment...' he repeated the words in his head as he reached up to touch noses with the larger feline. And he felt as if he was being pushed backward by a force stronger than he could even imagine. It was as if he was being pushed out of StarClan, out of his leadership position, he wasn't worthy. WHy did he think he could do this? He couldn't survive 3 more grueling lives. He could barely survive this one!

But as soon as it began, the force lifted. He didn't realize he had started crying until he felt the tears slip down his face. Quickly, he tried to cover them up before the next life-giver appeared.

pomegranate

[pomegranate]

A dark figure approached Windygale next. The feline seemed to be made of the night sky itself; Windy had a hard time distinguishing them from the starry background. He noticed various scars along the sleek cat's pelt, smiling to himself. He was honored that such an experienced StarClanner should give him one of his nine lives.

He dipped his head toward Lostscar, surprised at how large they were. His own amber eyes only met the nose of that cat. And he considered himself to be a large cat. 'Good judgment...' he repeated the words in his head as he reached up to touch noses with the larger feline. And he felt as if he was being pushed backward by a force stronger than he could even imagine. It was as if he was being pushed out of StarClan, out of his leadership position, he wasn't worthy. WHy did he think he could do this? He couldn't survive 3 more grueling lives. He could barely survive this one!

But as soon as it began, the force lifted. He didn't realize he had started crying until he felt the tears slip down his face. Quickly, he tried to cover them up before the next life-giver appeared.

pomegranate


Plumscorch, normally quiet even in Starclan, watched the cats trickle by without a word. He barely even noticed he was here, he could only think of the shaking in the world around him. Another leader, another life. Plumscorch felt that every life a leader was given was going to take a little bit from the giver, and Plumscorch could only feel pain for the cruel and unjust life the small tom had been given. When he watched the next cat leave, his eyes clouded over and he didn’t even notice it was his turn until he felt the awkward air tighten around him. They were waiting... but for who? Quaking, the black and white tom looked around in fear. It was his turn.
On starry paws made of air but heavy as stones, the small warrior aged tom padded forth to Windygale, soon to be Windystar. With a small, reserved smile, the tom greeted the taller tan cat. “I’m, my name is-“ He fumbled, then feeling heat flush to his face. He knew no one could see his embarrassment, but had he been alive his white patches would be tinted pink. “Plumscorch.” He said softly. It took a moment, but tiptoeing forward, the tom then reached up to nearly brush Windygale’s muzzle but halted a few inches away. “I give you this life for punishment. Every warrior will encounter a time where they must inflict pain upon their enemies and even those they love, but a leader will have to do it every day. Remember that not every clanmate is innocent, and no one should ever harm your clan and get away with it. Gaurd this life with every life you’ve been given, as until the day you come to join our ranks you will need to remain vigilant and...” Plumscorch trailed off, his voice cracking. He loved the clans so much, it was hard not to. However much he hated the cruel ways he couldn’t forget the clans and the majesty within them. He cut his speech to an end, and touched his nose to the near leader.

[vellichor]

Plumscorch, normally quiet even in Starclan, watched the cats trickle by without a word. He barely even noticed he was here, he could only think of the shaking in the world around him. Another leader, another life. Plumscorch felt that every life a leader was given was going to take a little bit from the giver, and Plumscorch could only feel pain for the cruel and unjust life the small tom had been given. When he watched the next cat leave, his eyes clouded over and he didn’t even notice it was his turn until he felt the awkward air tighten around him. They were waiting... but for who? Quaking, the black and white tom looked around in fear. It was his turn.
On starry paws made of air but heavy as stones, the small warrior aged tom padded forth to Windygale, soon to be Windystar. With a small, reserved smile, the tom greeted the taller tan cat. “I’m, my name is-“ He fumbled, then feeling heat flush to his face. He knew no one could see his embarrassment, but had he been alive his white patches would be tinted pink. “Plumscorch.” He said softly. It took a moment, but tiptoeing forward, the tom then reached up to nearly brush Windygale’s muzzle but halted a few inches away. “I give you this life for punishment. Every warrior will encounter a time where they must inflict pain upon their enemies and even those they love, but a leader will have to do it every day. Remember that not every clanmate is innocent, and no one should ever harm your clan and get away with it. Gaurd this life with every life you’ve been given, as until the day you come to join our ranks you will need to remain vigilant and...” Plumscorch trailed off, his voice cracking. He loved the clans so much, it was hard not to. However much he hated the cruel ways he couldn’t forget the clans and the majesty within them. He cut his speech to an end, and touched his nose to the near leader.

The next cat seemed to take a bit more time than usual. This gave the tan tom more time to wipe away the evidence he had been crying, and that’s exactly what he did. And as he took his paw down, emotions back in check, he saw another small cat emerge from the void-like blackness. This feline seemed hesitant... nervous? Oh, no. Her really didn’t want to make any cat nervous. If anything, Windygale should be the one with nerves. But that didn’t matter. He relaxed his stance a little, tried to flatten his poofy fur, so anything to ease the cat.

Okay, he thought he had it figured out. Perhaps the cat was nervous because this was a large task? If that, there was nothing he could do but watch and pay attention to ease the feline. Plumscorch walked very close to him, and he almost took a half-stap backwards out of surprise. He was even more surprised when the life happened to be one of punishment. Still, the tall feline listened and nodded, thinking things like ‘...Every day...?’ and ‘...but some clanmates may be innocent...?’. Before he knew it, the speech was over and his vision blurred. He saw cats killing, cats harming, and evil. ‘No...’ he thought weakly to himself. ’it... it could be a mistake... we don’t know!’

“No. Windystar, this is what happens when you let traitorous acts go unpunished. A Clan full of murderers, rogues, and evil.” A booming voice hissed in his ear, it was too loud. Everything was too loud. The screeching, the yowls of triumph. It was all too much. The stench of blood overwhelmed him. He squeezed his eyes shut, willing the life to go away. And it did. When he opened his eyes, he was alone once more. He breathed heavily, knowing that that was a life he needed.

candy cane

[fresh]

The next cat seemed to take a bit more time than usual. This gave the tan tom more time to wipe away the evidence he had been crying, and that’s exactly what he did. And as he took his paw down, emotions back in check, he saw another small cat emerge from the void-like blackness. This feline seemed hesitant... nervous? Oh, no. Her really didn’t want to make any cat nervous. If anything, Windygale should be the one with nerves. But that didn’t matter. He relaxed his stance a little, tried to flatten his poofy fur, so anything to ease the cat.

Okay, he thought he had it figured out. Perhaps the cat was nervous because this was a large task? If that, there was nothing he could do but watch and pay attention to ease the feline. Plumscorch walked very close to him, and he almost took a half-stap backwards out of surprise. He was even more surprised when the life happened to be one of punishment. Still, the tall feline listened and nodded, thinking things like ‘...Every day...?’ and ‘...but some clanmates may be innocent...?’. Before he knew it, the speech was over and his vision blurred. He saw cats killing, cats harming, and evil. ‘No...’ he thought weakly to himself. ’it... it could be a mistake... we don’t know!’

“No. Windystar, this is what happens when you let traitorous acts go unpunished. A Clan full of murderers, rogues, and evil.” A booming voice hissed in his ear, it was too loud. Everything was too loud. The screeching, the yowls of triumph. It was all too much. The stench of blood overwhelmed him. He squeezed his eyes shut, willing the life to go away. And it did. When he opened his eyes, he was alone once more. He breathed heavily, knowing that that was a life he needed.

candy cane

Here we go.
Roaringpaw watched the ceremony through unblinking eyes, and when it was their turn, they stepped in front of the tom with a soft hint of a smile. They had been in StarClan a long time and seen countless leaders recieve their nine lives, but they’d never given one before. So, this was special, both for the new leader of ShadowClan and for them. The stocky feline simply gazed at Windygale for a moment before finally clearing their throat respectively. “I give you the life of forgiveness. Forgive your Clanmates, forgive your enemies, forgive your allies, but most of all, forgive yourself. Everyone makes mistakes, and everyone deserves a second chance. Know when to give them one.” Roaringpaw didn’t have to tilt up their head to touch their nose to Windygale’s. They were proud of the life they were giving him. It was a useful one. Many times they’d shamed themself for getting killed in the first place, even after they had forgiven the cats who had killed them. Sometimes, however, cats had to learn to forgive themselves.
That was one of the most valuable lessons of all.

[Cosmo]

while daydream didnt know the words to the ceremony, they still held this ceremony very important. they had given a few of these now to medicine cats across the forest, and they hoped they had a positive impact on oriole throughout her training. she smiled, even if small, it was something. they took a few steps closer to oriole, dipping their head to touch noses with the molly,"in honor of your mentor and all of windclan, you will be known as oriolestorm. for knowledge and courage will take all of the clans by storm, i have no doubt you will blow me away." they announced. theyfelt a tingling sensation run through them as they announced her name, watching their fur shimmer more as a sign of starclans enjoyment. they felt a rush of pride run through them. even if they didnt have an apprentice anymore as the moment, they were glad to have taught another one well.


Oriolestorm. She tried the name over and over again in her head. She was a full fledged medicine cat. She didn't talk, she was too happy. Oriolestorm, after her mentor. I hope you're proud of me Surgestorm. A large smile laced her maw, she couldn't have been happier to be a medicine cat, and with her mentor's suffix. She was so proud. The calico she-cat's eyes were large and they seemed to glisten with a happy light that seemed to match her beautiful surroundings. Then she looked to Daydream. She murmured a single word, "Wow..." then all of a sudden she was happy and bouncy. "I'm a medicine cat!"

[graves]

Oriolestorm. She tried the name over and over again in her head. She was a full fledged medicine cat. She didn't talk, she was too happy. Oriolestorm, after her mentor. I hope you're proud of me Surgestorm. A large smile laced her maw, she couldn't have been happier to be a medicine cat, and with her mentor's suffix. She was so proud. The calico she-cat's eyes were large and they seemed to glisten with a happy light that seemed to match her beautiful surroundings. Then she looked to Daydream. She murmured a single word, "Wow..." then all of a sudden she was happy and bouncy. "I'm a medicine cat!"

oriole in all of daydreams experience was always calm and collected, if not shy. but right now she was bouncy and happy, and daydream couldnt be more proud. "surgestorm would be proud of you, i know it." they mewed. while they didnt know the tom too well, they had a great respect for him based on the things theyve heard. they touched her nose again, closing their eyes. when they opened them again they were at the starcave once more, nose touching the pool just like before. the nudged the shecat with their muzzle, attempting to shake her awake,"oriolestorm," they murmured, proudly using her new name. it rolled off their tongue positively.

[vellichor]

Here we go.
Roaringpaw watched the ceremony through unblinking eyes, and when it was their turn, they stepped in front of the tom with a soft hint of a smile. They had been in StarClan a long time and seen countless leaders recieve their nine lives, but they’d never given one before. So, this was special, both for the new leader of ShadowClan and for them. The stocky feline simply gazed at Windygale for a moment before finally clearing their throat respectively. “I give you the life of forgiveness. Forgive your Clanmates, forgive your enemies, forgive your allies, but most of all, forgive yourself. Everyone makes mistakes, and everyone deserves a second chance. Know when to give them one.” Roaringpaw didn’t have to tilt up their head to touch their nose to Windygale’s. They were proud of the life they were giving him. It was a useful one. Many times they’d shamed themself for getting killed in the first place, even after they had forgiven the cats who had killed them. Sometimes, however, cats had to learn to forgive themselves.
That was one of the most valuable lessons of all.

A seemingly full grown cat approached Windygale next. But something about them didn’t scream “FULL GROWN EXPERIENCED WARRIOR”. It was more of a gentle demeanor. This made the leader-to-be relax just a little.

Windygale nodded as he listened to the cat’s words and considered them. He would have no issue forgiving others. That’s why the previous life was so hard on him. But forgiving himself? That was a different story. He tended to be harsher on himself than on others by far. And with this leadership position being handed to him, he’ll be blaming himself more and more.

But once the feline’s nose touched his own, he closed his eyes as a warm cocoon enveloped him. It curled around him, making him feel at ease and as if he’d done nothing wrong. The burden of leadership lifted off his shoulders - no longer a burden. He shared it, with these nine cats and with all of his Clan. But when he opened his eyes to face the world, the warm feeling left him. He had one more life to go.

Fuzzyfeline

[Fuzzy]

A seemingly full grown cat approached Windygale next. But something about them didn’t scream “FULL GROWN EXPERIENCED WARRIOR”. It was more of a gentle demeanor. This made the leader-to-be relax just a little.

Windygale nodded as he listened to the cat’s words and considered them. He would have no issue forgiving others. That’s why the previous life was so hard on him. But forgiving himself? That was a different story. He tended to be harsher on himself than on others by far. And with this leadership position being handed to him, he’ll be blaming himself more and more.

But once the feline’s nose touched his own, he closed his eyes as a warm cocoon enveloped him. It curled around him, making him feel at ease and as if he’d done nothing wrong. The burden of leadership lifted off his shoulders - no longer a burden. He shared it, with these nine cats and with all of his Clan. But when he opened his eyes to face the world, the warm feeling left him. He had one more life to go.

Fuzzyfeline


A stocky figure made it's way out of the cluster of sparkling cats, long cream fur painted ginger markings. Sunscorch had personally asked to perform this ceremony. His daughter, no his son, was becoming leader of ShadowClan. Back when he was living the tom never expected Windygale to more then a warrior nor did he want to admit he wasn't his little girl but his son. It has taken a while for him to accept that, to accept Windygale and sadly he hadn't come to that till after he'd died. Watching from Starclan had really shown him how wrong he'd been.
Head held high Sunscorch approached the soft creamy tom. His amber eyes looked sharp at first but as he stood in front of his son they softened. "My son, I'm so sorry." He whispered genuinely sorry for the pain he'd caused by not being able to accept Windygale for who he was. Taking a breath the tom straightened his poster and slightly narrowed his eyes. "With this life, I give you the life of acceptance." The tom explained pressing his nose to Windygale's. "Accept your Clanmates listen to their opinions and concerns. Accept the past and the choices you've made. Accept your future with all its mystery. Most of all accepted yourself, be who you are don't let anyone tell you want you are." With that the tom stepped back a smile creeping onto his muzzle. I'm so proud of you. He thought unable to actually day it aloud.
Giveng Windygale a few moments to regain his strength Sunscorch raised his muzzle and let out a yowl. "Windystar!" He'd cheer knowing all of StarClan would join in to shout the leaders new name.

[vellichor]

A stocky figure made it's way out of the cluster of sparkling cats, long cream fur painted ginger markings. Sunscorch had personally asked to perform this ceremony. His daughter, no his son, was becoming leader of ShadowClan. Back when he was living the tom never expected Windygale to more then a warrior nor did he want to admit he wasn't his little girl but his son. It has taken a while for him to accept that, to accept Windygale and sadly he hadn't come to that till after he'd died. Watching from Starclan had really shown him how wrong he'd been.
Head held high Sunscorch approached the soft creamy tom. His amber eyes looked sharp at first but as he stood in front of his son they softened. "My son, I'm so sorry." He whispered genuinely sorry for the pain he'd caused by not being able to accept Windygale for who he was. Taking a breath the tom straightened his poster and slightly narrowed his eyes. "With this life, I give you the life of acceptance." The tom explained pressing his nose to Windygale's. "Accept your Clanmates listen to their opinions and concerns. Accept the past and the choices you've made. Accept your future with all its mystery. Most of all accepted yourself, be who you are don't let anyone tell you want you are." With that the tom stepped back a smile creeping onto his muzzle. I'm so proud of you. He thought unable to actually day it aloud.
Giveng Windygale a few moments to regain his strength Sunscorch raised his muzzle and let out a yowl. "Windystar!" He'd cheer knowing all of StarClan would join in to shout the leaders new name.


Windygale stood, waiting for the final cat. The long-furred feline felt his stomach churn. Soon, he’d have to go back and be responsible for every cat in ShadowClan. But still, this was his dream. He wanted this ever since he’d become deputy. He knew he was ready to take on this responsibility. And as the final cat stepped out to seal his destiny, he gave a soft smile.

Until he realized who it was. His smile dropped when he saw a shockingly familiar figure step out of the shadows. Sunscorch looked just as he did in Windygale’s memories. Prideful, eyes sharp, always looking as if he disapproved. In response to this, Windy himself stood higher, eye to eye with his father, muscles tight. What surprised him was when his demeanor softened. “My son...” Those two words brought tears to his eyes and he let his guard down. He listened intently at the speech that Sunscorch gave. It was ironic that his own father had given him the life of acceptance. But still, it was amazing to know that his father had finally accepted him. The life stung at first, as if he was being struck by lightning. But it faded into a feeling of energy and warmth buzzing through his entire body. Opening his eyes, the first thing he heard was “Windystar!” The newly named Windystar grinned. His old life was no more. He was Windystar, leader of ShadowClan! Before he closed his eyes once more, he whispered a “thank you,” to his father.

jupiter

[wren]

Windygale stood, waiting for the final cat. The long-furred feline felt his stomach churn. Soon, he’d have to go back and be responsible for every cat in ShadowClan. But still, this was his dream. He wanted this ever since he’d become deputy. He knew he was ready to take on this responsibility. And as the final cat stepped out to seal his destiny, he gave a soft smile.

Until he realized who it was. His smile dropped when he saw a shockingly familiar figure step out of the shadows. Sunscorch looked just as he did in Windygale’s memories. Prideful, eyes sharp, always looking as if he disapproved. In response to this, Windy himself stood higher, eye to eye with his father, muscles tight. What surprised him was when his demeanor softened. “My son...” Those two words brought tears to his eyes and he let his guard down. He listened intently at the speech that Sunscorch gave. It was ironic that his own father had given him the life of acceptance. But still, it was amazing to know that his father had finally accepted him. The life stung at first, as if he was being struck by lightning. But it faded into a feeling of energy and warmth buzzing through his entire body. Opening his eyes, the first thing he heard was “Windystar!” The newly named Windystar grinned. His old life was no more. He was Windystar, leader of ShadowClan! Before he closed his eyes once more, he whispered a “thank you,” to his father.

jupiter



Two familiar green optics shone in the corner of the moon pool, gentle, welcoming, lively. They belonged to a slender feline, her ratlike tail twisting around her paws. Her body no longer showed scars, they’d been replaced with stars, small sparks of bright colour. ‘ ‘ Windystar ‘ ‘ came a soft coo, her eyes dancing with some sort of fond amusement. She stood briefly, the stars dancing in her fur with each delicate step she took from the shadows. ‘ ‘ long time no see ‘ ‘ her motherly tone relaxing, indifferent than her manner long before her death. Cruel and raspy now replaced with a voice of a gentle mother.

She took the place of the toms father, her eyes glinting with pride as she once again sat down. ‘ ‘ I had always hoped I would’ve seen this day from down there ‘ ‘ she didn’t seem to fear his reaction, she had been harsh to him. Cold and distant in her last months of life, there was nothing she could expect of him. ‘ ‘ but, nonetheless at least I can say I’m sorry. It’s been a long time delayed hasn’t it. ‘ ‘ nothing at all.

[Cosmo]

oriole in all of daydreams experience was always calm and collected, if not shy. but right now she was bouncy and happy, and daydream couldnt be more proud. "surgestorm would be proud of you, i know it." they mewed. while they didnt know the tom too well, they had a great respect for him based on the things theyve heard. they touched her nose again, closing their eyes. when they opened them again they were at the starcave once more, nose touching the pool just like before. the nudged the shecat with their muzzle, attempting to shake her awake,"oriolestorm," they murmured, proudly using her new name. it rolled off their tongue positively.

Oriolestorm felt a warm and happy feeling when Daydream spoke. She knew that Daydream was a usually grumpier medicine cat, and she wouldn't dare get on her nerves, so it meant a lot to see that not only did they think that Surgestorm would be proud, but they them self was proud. With that happy feeling still inside of her, she felt her eyes close at Daydream's touch. When her eyes opened again she was standing in front of the moon pool. "Oriolestorm," she repeated, proud to know the name was hers.

[graves]

Oriolestorm felt a warm and happy feeling when Daydream spoke. She knew that Daydream was a usually grumpier medicine cat, and she wouldn't dare get on her nerves, so it meant a lot to see that not only did they think that Surgestorm would be proud, but they them self was proud. With that happy feeling still inside of her, she felt her eyes close at Daydream's touch. When her eyes opened again she was standing in front of the moon pool. "Oriolestorm," she repeated, proud to know the name was hers.

"thats you," daydream chuckled, standing up and shaking the dirt off of their fur and stretching. after.. flashpaw not working out, they were happy to see an apprentice get their full name. they were filled with nothing but joy. "cmon, im sure blazingstar would love to know your new name." they mewed sweetly. she was oriolestorm of windclan, and they couldnt be more proud.

[Cosmo]

"thats you," daydream chuckled, standing up and shaking the dirt off of their fur and stretching. after.. flashpaw not working out, they were happy to see an apprentice get their full name. they were filled with nothing but joy. "cmon, im sure blazingstar would love to know your new name." they mewed sweetly. she was oriolestorm of windclan, and they couldnt be more proud.

That's me. A large grin spread across the tortie's maw. She was filled with a joy so great it couldn't be described. "I'm sure he would," Oriolestorm purred, and she began to pad after Daydream. She was full medicine cat, after losses and training and a war, she was finally a full fledged medicine cat. Oriolestorm. Medicine Cat of WindClan.

[vellichor]

Two familiar green optics shone in the corner of the moon pool, gentle, welcoming, lively. They belonged to a slender feline, her ratlike tail twisting around her paws. Her body no longer showed scars, they’d been replaced with stars, small sparks of bright colour. ‘ ‘ Windystar ‘ ‘ came a soft coo, her eyes dancing with some sort of fond amusement. She stood briefly, the stars dancing in her fur with each delicate step she took from the shadows. ‘ ‘ long time no see ‘ ‘ her motherly tone relaxing, indifferent than her manner long before her death. Cruel and raspy now replaced with a voice of a gentle mother.

She took the place of the toms father, her eyes glinting with pride as she once again sat down. ‘ ‘ I had always hoped I would’ve seen this day from down there ‘ ‘ she didn’t seem to fear his reaction, she had been harsh to him. Cold and distant in her last months of life, there was nothing she could expect of him. ‘ ‘ but, nonetheless at least I can say I’m sorry. It’s been a long time delayed hasn’t it. ‘ ‘ nothing at all.

He thought that was it. That he’s wake up, and that was that. But it appeared a certain she-cat had... other ideas. Windystar was shocked to see a familiar forest-eyed molly before him. “Daisyshade? You’re... dead?!” He felt a stab through his heart. Was she killed in the battle? Wait, what about the other deputies?! “Isn’t that an understatement,” He meowed in reply, still trying to process some information.

But he was so glad to see the she-cat smiling. The last time he’d seen her, she’d been worried and not at all like the calm cat before him. Was he mad? Of course not. No one could blame her. The four of them had gone through the same thing and all reacted differently. “No, no. Don’t apologize. This isn’t your fault. Fallenstar demoted you, you couldn’t help being angry.” His mouth curled in disgust as he said the name. He wasn’t psrticularly happy with the leader, considering he had killed him, after all. But this wasn’t about RiverClan’s leadership problems. It was about Daisy.

[BEAR.]

Buckfrost hadn't been here since it started.

Otterstar's death, his sudden promotion to deputy and leader within moments of each other-- the scorn his Clan-mates had given him, their distrust of his intentions and belief he was the mastermind behind her death.

While they'd been right to think him a shifty character, they were wrong in the most important regard: he had never done anything to hurt Otterstar. She'd been more of a family member to him than most cats, and in some way, he missed her dearly. He hadn't seen her when he got his lives. Instead, he'd been greeted by Dark Forest spirits, and.. the rest was history.

He knew RiverClan thought him a monster, but everything he had done was for their benefit. The other Clans had been crippled in the process while RiverClan thrived, even as the forest around them was consumed in flames.

Perhaps that was one of the biggest things he regretted: not how the fire destroyed ThunderClan and WindClan's territory, but that there were lives lost in the process. Including two of his own kits, and he sank his claws softly into the ground at the thought of them.

The tunnel was growing wider by now, opening to reveal a massive chunk of quartz in the center of the cavern. Holes in the ceiling allowed moonlight through, casting reflective rays of light off of the crystal. It was gorgeous, in a sense-- but Buckfrost wasn't here to reminiscence or to enjoy the view, he was here to atone for his past mistakes.

Settling beside the stone, he closed his eyes and pressed his nose against the cold stone.

Sleep had come to him quickly, and he found himself transported to a bright forest. Eyes blinking rapidly as he adjusted to the light, he looked around, noting the green scenery that came from being in an endless Green-leaf.

"Hello? he called out, raising his chin as he scanned his surroundings. "I.." What could he say? To many, he was lodged in their memories as some sort of boogeyman. An evil cat, a follower of Eternalstar who ruined the Clans and lives. But it wasn't accurate of his character, and his gaze dropped to the worn dirt ground. "I'm here to relinquish my remaining lives. I have no use for them-- it's a part of a past that no longer reflects who I want to be."

Out of the corner of his eye he could see the faded ginger pelt of a tom, and his ears twitched with curiosity. This wasn't who he had expected. He thought he'd see Hawkstar or another RiverClan ancestor. This tom stank of ThunderClan, and that left Buckfrost without many possibilities. If this tom was a former high rank, it would mean he was Burningstar, the cat that brought stability back to ThunderClan following Eternalstar's demise.

There was something unnerving about how this tom looked at him. It was like his golden eyes were seeping into his soul, reading his intentions and determining his sincerity with just a look. Buckfrost was rarely bothered by such things, but the intensity of his gaze had him shuffling his paws, unsure of what to do or say.

"Buckfrost," the tom's voice was a low rumble. "It takes a lot of effort to face the consequences of your choices, especially when one's fallen so far from the graces of StarClan."

Stepping forward, the spirit touched his nose against Buckfrost's forehead, a movement accompanied by a flash of pain that left Buckfrost's legs buckling beneath him. It was as if his body was being ripped into pieces, a searing sensation that crippled his sense of being. He snapped his eyes shut as tears welled in their corners, desperately wishing the unrelenting agony would subside.

"Buckfrost," the spirit's voice boomed. "By the power of StarClan, I revoke the lives granted to you by the Dark Forest. From this day forth your life as a leader is no more-- the only life you have remaining is the natural life of a warrior." There was a pause, and the spirit retracted his touch. Buckfrost opened his eyes, shaking his head as he blinked away the tears, his body aching. It was like he was an apprentice again, sore from training-- but he hardly did anything. "Now, yours is an unusual case. We have never had an Evil Era leader come to us to revoke their lives and repent for their sins.. With that in mind, we will grant you one chance to fix a wrongdoing you have done."

A wrongdoing? Buckfrost's ears twitched with interest. There weren't many things he regretted doing as leader. He felt no remorse for burning ThunderClan and WindClan to the ground, and his Clan did very little in the means of harming each other due to worship preferences. Even Bravestep's death was something he could not feel guilt for, not when he murdered his mate and sons in cold blood. No, none of that was something he held reservations for.

But that made him think. What could he use this on? One thing-- and the idea came to him. It was simple. Bravestep had it easy, he was rewarded for his crimes by going to StarClan and being with those he loved. Buckfrost could take that away from him, just as Bravestep took his sons away.

"Bravestep." It was the only word he got out before the spirit nodded in understanding. ".. I wish for Bravestep to come back to life. I took his far too soon." Being dead wasn't a suitable punishment for the former medicine cat. This was better, he thought. He lost his rank, he was losing his friends again, and he'd be stuck in a world that had flew on without him.

"As you wish," the spirit answered. "Awake now, Buckfrost, and return home. Bravestep's resurrection will come in time."

Somehow, hearing that made Buckfrost feel lighter than he had in moons, and he found his vision darkening as the forest vanished into nothingness. Moments later, he was awake, stirring on the cold stone floor of the cave. Pushing himself to his paws, he made his way out of the Starcave to head home.

With any luck, no one noticed he'd been gone for so long.

[RedHead]

Delta [I’m going to get this started]

It was a long journey, and since they were both still healing, Flintspirit and Tallmarsh had had to take it slow. But finally, here they were. The Thunderclan tom stopped at the entrance to the tunnel and peered down into the darkness, giving Tallmarsh a sidelong glance. “Ready for this?” He meowed, his voice nearly breathless. He stepped into the the tunnel and started walking down the long expanse of it, feeling the air grow even cooler as he continued downwards. It felt good, the cool air soothing his burns that still radiated heat so soon after he got them.
He blinked as a small light appeared, the shadows of the edge of tunnel becoming slightly visible. Within the next few pawsteps, he emerged into the Starcave, spotting the dull slab of quartz in the middle. He watched as moonbeams poured through the hole above and lit the stone up, the cave becoming aglow with a bright white light. Wide green eyes reflected this light as he stared at the moonstone in upmost wonder.
With one more glance at Tallmarsh, Flintspirit took a deep breath. His entire being was buzzing with nerves, nervousness but also excitement. He felt like a kit again, entering Thunderclan for the first time. Meeting his father and watching his mother reunite happily with him. He felt like when he did when he became an apprentice, determined to prove he was a Thunderclan cat, even if his blood didn’t say so. “Well, here goes nothing.” He murmurées before closing his eyes and placing his nose to the stone, feeling as sleep enveloped him. He didn’t know how this worked, but he knew Tallmarsh would be there to help him if he screwed up terribly.

[Heres the mentions and lives, Delta will respond first and then we’ll go in this order]

1.) Nightflame- Life of Family Love (for the clan) Venus
2.) Shiverkit- Life of Hope Bliss Girl
3.) Dappleclaw- Life of Bravery Orchidleaf
4.) Emeraldeyes- Life of Protection .:Virgo:.
5.) Lilacblossom- Life of Forgivness Okapi
6.) Roaringlion- Life of Acceptance cherrycola
7.) Shimmerpaw- Life of Good Judgment hope
8.) Burningstar- Life of Caution BILL.
9.) Silversky- Life of Survival (rebuilding from hardship) Dust

[Freesia]

Delta [I’m going to get this started]

It was a long journey, and since they were both still healing, Flintspirit and Tallmarsh had had to take it slow. But finally, here they were. The Thunderclan tom stopped at the entrance to the tunnel and peered down into the darkness, giving Tallmarsh a sidelong glance. “Ready for this?” He meowed, his voice nearly breathless. He stepped into the the tunnel and started walking down the long expanse of it, feeling the air grow even cooler as he continued downwards. It felt good, the cool air soothing his burns that still radiated heat so soon after he got them.
He blinked as a small light appeared, the shadows of the edge of tunnel becoming slightly visible. Within the next few pawsteps, he emerged into the Starcave, spotting the dull slab of quartz in the middle. He watched as moonbeams poured through the hole above and lit the stone up, the cave becoming aglow with a bright white light. Wide green eyes reflected this light as he stared at the moonstone in upmost wonder.
With one more glance at Tallmarsh, Flintspirit took a deep breath. His entire being was buzzing with nerves, nervousness but also excitement. He felt like a kit again, entering Thunderclan for the first time. Meeting his father and watching his mother reunite happily with him. He felt like when he did when he became an apprentice, determined to prove he was a Thunderclan cat, even if his blood didn’t say so. “Well, here goes nothing.” He murmurées before closing his eyes and placing his nose to the stone, feeling as sleep enveloped him. He didn’t know how this worked, but he knew Tallmarsh would be there to help him if he screwed up terribly.

[Heres the mentions and lives, Delta will respond first and then we’ll go in this order]

1.) Nightflame- Life of Family Love (for the clan) Venus
2.) Shiverkit- Life of Hope Bliss Girl
3.) Dappleclaw- Life of Bravery Orchidleaf
4.) Emeraldeyes- Life of Protection .:Virgo:.
5.) Lilacblossom- Life of Forgivness Okapi
6.) Roaringlion- Life of Acceptance cherrycola
7.) Shimmerpaw- Life of Good Judgment hope
8.) Burningstar- Life of Caution BILL.
9.) Silversky- Life of Survival (rebuilding from hardship) Dust



Tallmarsh could hear the blood rushing in her ears as they finally approached the mouth to the Starcave. In all her time in ThunderClan, she had only come here twice: when she first became an apprentice and when she became a medicine cat. She had always doubted StarClan's existence, but now that she had to acknowledge that they existed, she wasn't sure how she felt about them. Her life hadn't exactly been easy, and StarClan was supposed to look over the Clans and help them, right? So the medicine cat was on edge as they got ready to go down.

At Flintspirit's question, the medicine cat gave a curt nod. She was shivering with excitement and anxiety as she followed the deputy down the tunnel. She was lost in thought until the tunnel opened up into a large cavern with a white crystal. A small gasp came from the she-cat when moonlight poured in through the hole in the roof, lighting up the crystal and casting everything in a bright white light. No matter how many times she came here, she knew that she would be amazed by this spectacle every time. She was barely able to tear her sight away from the beautiful scene, turning instead to look at Flintspirit one last time. Following his lead, she laid down in front of the stone with her nose pressed against its cold surface. She imagined the pounding of her heart was echoing through the Starcave as she felt the pull of sleep tugging at her eyelids. The medicine cat closed her eyes, and as she drifted off, she thought she could already hear the whispers of their ancestors.

Tallmarsh opened her eyes to find that she was in a moonlit clearing in the forest. Mist swirled around her and reflected the moonlight, filling the clearing with a ghostly glow. The medicine cat spotted Flintspirit to her left, still sound asleep. She rose to her feet, went over to the deputy, and nudged him gently with a paw. "Wake up, Flintspirit. We're in StarClan. Time for you to get your lives," she said. As the tom woke up, a soft breeze blew across their pelts, and with it came whispers and quiet voices from...somewhere, seemingly from nowhere. From the shadows, starry pelts and gleaming eyes flashed, but only in her peripheral. "They're waiting," she added quietly.

[RedHead]

He awoke to the sensation of being poked, quickly opening his eyes. He gasped and sat up, staring at the starry grounds around him. Everything looked so.... surreal. Green eyes reflected the stars around as Flintspirit stood, glancing over to Tallmarsh. He knew of her doubts in Starclan, but he was glad that she was able to still be with him in this dream state. He wouldn’t have any other cat beside him are this moment for this occasion.
With a deep breath at her words, Flintspirit took a look around. He saw the starry cats lingering on the edges of the clearing, gradually drawing closer to the two Thunderclan cats. His ears twitched as a whisper drew around them, as if the breeze was speaking. Closing his eyes, the tom withdrew another deep breath, opening them as he exhaled. He was ready. He itched with anticipation for a cat to step forward. He’d heard about how this worked, but actually being here and about to witness it was a different thing entirely.
“I’m ready.” He meowed, nodding to Tallmarsh. He wasn’t sure if the Starclan cats needed a signal or anything, but he gave one somewhat in the form of his words to Tallmarsh.

Venus [Night is up first] Delta

[Doom]

He awoke to the sensation of being poked, quickly opening his eyes. He gasped and sat up, staring at the starry grounds around him. Everything looked so.... surreal. Green eyes reflected the stars around as Flintspirit stood, glancing over to Tallmarsh. He knew of her doubts in Starclan, but he was glad that she was able to still be with him in this dream state. He wouldn’t have any other cat beside him are this moment for this occasion.
With a deep breath at her words, Flintspirit took a look around. He saw the starry cats lingering on the edges of the clearing, gradually drawing closer to the two Thunderclan cats. His ears twitched as a whisper drew around them, as if the breeze was speaking. Closing his eyes, the tom withdrew another deep breath, opening them as he exhaled. He was ready. He itched with anticipation for a cat to step forward. He’d heard about how this worked, but actually being here and about to witness it was a different thing entirely.
“I’m ready.” He meowed, nodding to Tallmarsh. He wasn’t sure if the Starclan cats needed a signal or anything, but he gave one somewhat in the form of his words to Tallmarsh.

Venus [Night is up first] Delta


“I’ve been looking forward to this moment, father.” A familiar voice echoed throughout the clearing.

The large dark-furred molly emerged first among the mist; her long coat sparkling like the night, with bright green eyes full of stars and emotion. It was Nightflame, his foster daughter. Pride swelled up in her chest at the sight of Flintspirit and her former mentor, Tallmarsh. Age has clearly gotten to them both since the last time they’d spoken, but her own complexion remained young and well-kept in comparison...immortally different. This was an important moment that needed to be done quickly, but Nightflame had a million things she wanted to say. Surely they wanted an explanation for her death, right? Alas, as she approached her father, Nightflame held back her thoughts and settled with a simple greeting. “Welcome, Flintspirit.”

This was it. Time for Flintspirit to become the new leader of ThunderClan. “Get ready!” Nightflame whispered, nearly wiggling with excitement.

“Flintspirit, with this life, I give you the ability to love like a family.” her eyes glowed tenderly with endearment as she explained, “Use it wisely to treat your Clanmates as though they are your own kin – with understanding, patience, and affection.” Touching her nose with Flintspirit’s, she paused momentarily, letting the intensity of the life flow through him and settle before slowly pulling away. She smiled, hoping to have given him the strength he needed in order to receive his next few lives, for they would definitely be more intense than the warm, emotional feeling of love. Now with her turn over, Nightflame backed away, bowing her head in respect for her father. She wished she could stay with him a little longer, but for now, their time together was up. The mist submerged her and she became one with the stars once again.

You’ll do great, Flintstar.

_______________________

Delta
Bliss Girl (you're next!)

[RedHead]

Venus

Green eyes shone as he saw Nightflame step out of the ranks first, his heart nearly stopping upon seeing her again. He had missed her so much, and she had died at the worst time in his life. But here she was, shining with the brilliance of the stars. He felt tears well up in his eyes that threatened to pool over as he looked down at her. His precious daughter, even though adopted, was here to give him a life. Maybe I didn’t fail her after all. He only wished he could see his parents as well. That would be the best thing in the world for him.

He nearly laughed at her excitement, smiling brightly as she stepped closer to him. As she began to speak the life she was to give, he realized this was it. This was the beginning of his new life as the leader of Thunderclan. And Nightflame was here to make sure he was off to an amazing start. Like she’s always been...
The tears did overflow as she pressed her nose to his, and Flintspirit could feel it all. All the warmth, all the joy, all the love that wasn’t instilled in him through this life. Patience, he knew he would need that. Understanding, he felt like he could achieve this. Affection? Flintspirit felt as if Nightflame had given him enough for the whole clan. As the effect of the life ebbed away and he opened his watery eyes, Flintspirit looked down at Nightflame as she moved back into the starry ranks. “Thank you.” He whispered. He gave a glance over to Tallmarsh, wondering if she was supposed to say anything after a life was given, or if she just watched.
After a moment, the tom then straightened his posture and glanced around, ready and awaiting his next life.

Delta Bliss Girl [shiverkit is next]

[Freesia]

Venus

Green eyes shone as he saw Nightflame step out of the ranks first, his heart nearly stopping upon seeing her again. He had missed her so much, and she had died at the worst time in his life. But here she was, shining with the brilliance of the stars. He felt tears well up in his eyes that threatened to pool over as he looked down at her. His precious daughter, even though adopted, was here to give him a life. Maybe I didn’t fail her after all. He only wished he could see his parents as well. That would be the best thing in the world for him.

He nearly laughed at her excitement, smiling brightly as she stepped closer to him. As she began to speak the life she was to give, he realized this was it. This was the beginning of his new life as the leader of Thunderclan. And Nightflame was here to make sure he was off to an amazing start. Like she’s always been...
The tears did overflow as she pressed her nose to his, and Flintspirit could feel it all. All the warmth, all the joy, all the love that wasn’t instilled in him through this life. Patience, he knew he would need that. Understanding, he felt like he could achieve this. Affection? Flintspirit felt as if Nightflame had given him enough for the whole clan. As the effect of the life ebbed away and he opened his watery eyes, Flintspirit looked down at Nightflame as she moved back into the starry ranks. “Thank you.” He whispered. He gave a glance over to Tallmarsh, wondering if she was supposed to say anything after a life was given, or if she just watched.
After a moment, the tom then straightened his posture and glanced around, ready and awaiting his next life.

Delta Bliss Girl [shiverkit is next]


Tallmarsh's good eyes went wide in surprise when a familiar black she-cat stepped forward. "Nightflame..." the medicine cat breathed. She felt like she was seeing a ghost--which, technically she was. It seemed like forever ago that her former apprentice had died. She watched silently as Flintspirit received his first life, a mixture of joy and despair playing on her features. She was so happy to be able to see Nightflame again, but it only reminded her that she was gone from the mortal world and that so many others were gone as well. "One down, eight to go," she muttered solemnly, meeting Flintspirit's eyes.

Bliss Girl

[Madelaine]

| Delta; ~ RedHead; |
A small kitten padded forward to give her life to the new Thunderclan leader. For once in her life she wasn't nervous or afraid to talk in front of an important cat. She hadn't seen anyone living in Thunderclan since that frightful day when she passed on to join her warrior ancestors. Shiverkit reached Flintspirit with her paws filled with excitement. She managed to not bounce and act like a kit. "I'm Shiverkit and I give you the life of hope. Give hope to your clanmates and give hope to yourself for leading your clan you could sure use it.", she meowed. Shiverkit touched her nose to Flintspirit's as Nightflame had done. The kitten felt the cold she had once felt when she passed which was normal for her. It disappeared after she gave her pelt a shake. She glanced around, hearing the voices of the other cats who would give him a life after her.

[RedHead]

Bliss Girl

The tom briefly acknowledged Tallmarsh’s comments, smiling brightly at her for a moment. He was energized, ready to take the next life he would receive.
His eyes widened as a small kit padded up to him, and he bent his head slightly as she neared. I didn’t know kits gave lives... but then again, everyone has something they can give to the clan. He listened to Shiverkit’s small voice, giving him his life. Hope. She was right, he could sure use that. Tilting his head to allow her to reach his nose, Flintspirit closed his eyes. He felt her nose touch is, and instantly a literal brightness seemed to shoot through him. He was filled with optimism and thoughts of how things could go right. How he could hold out for things to turn out right. There was no pain in the fiery burning of hope, just the pure brightness and hopefulness that his clan had been lacking so much recently.
Green eyes reopened as the kitten stepped away, and Flintspirit gave her a small smile. He opted to not say anything more, simply glancing around to see which cat would approach him next. So far, he felt great with the lives being given.

Orchidleaf [Dappleclaw is next!] [ Delta]

[Vexing]

Bliss Girl

The tom briefly acknowledged Tallmarsh’s comments, smiling brightly at her for a moment. He was energized, ready to take the next life he would receive.
His eyes widened as a small kit padded up to him, and he bent his head slightly as she neared. I didn’t know kits gave lives... but then again, everyone has something they can give to the clan. He listened to Shiverkit’s small voice, giving him his life. Hope. She was right, he could sure use that. Tilting his head to allow her to reach his nose, Flintspirit closed his eyes. He felt her nose touch is, and instantly a literal brightness seemed to shoot through him. He was filled with optimism and thoughts of how things could go right. How he could hold out for things to turn out right. There was no pain in the fiery burning of hope, just the pure brightness and hopefulness that his clan had been lacking so much recently.
Green eyes reopened as the kitten stepped away, and Flintspirit gave her a small smile. He opted to not say anything more, simply glancing around to see which cat would approach him next. So far, he felt great with the lives being given.

Orchidleaf [Dappleclaw is next!] [ Delta]

Dappleclaw dipped her head as the kit receded, cueing her to give this new leader a life. She slowly emerged from the other cats, her many scars, a missing eye and missing leg allowing her to stand out. She didn't smile at the tom but her eyes glowed with admiration and respect as she dipped her head, "Greetings Flintspirit, I am Dappleclaw and I am here to bestow upon you a life of bravery so that you may take action even when it seems like the world is against you." Dappleclaw moved forward and touched her nose to his, allowing her pain-filled life of determination and sacrifice to flow into him with a cold sensation washing over her but she could almost feel the heat of the lives he'd been given radiate off of his fur. She slowly pulled her nose away from his and bowed before giving him a small smile and a few words, "You're gonna do good Flintspirit, I know it." She then proceeded to back into her original spot.

.:Virgo:.

[RedHead]

Orchidleaf

The tom watched as the one-eyed cat approached him, trying not to stare too long at her missing leg. Or, the space her leg would be at least. He smiled warily at her as she began to speak, unsure of what to think of this Starclan warrior. But still respectful towards her all the same. He didn’t want to risk being extremely disrespectful to these cats who were giving him lives.
He listened carefully to her words, before feeling her nose touch his. This life came as a shock, the pain that bravery brought, the intensity with which it flowed through his system. He felt the determination, and also a lack of fear as the life spread through his veins. The pain started to ebb away as soon as Dappleclaw stepped away, and Flintspirit let his eyes drift back open. That was number three. He was still ready for more. All of these lives were just different emotions he’d felt before, but separated from others and intensified. At her parting words, Flintspirit returned them with a smile of his own. “Thank you.” He then straightened up, prepared for the fourth cat to step up to him.

.:Virgo:. [Emeraldeyes is up] [ Delta]

[.:Virgo:.]

Dappleclaw dipped her head as the kit receded, cueing her to give this new leader a life. She slowly emerged from the other cats, her many scars, a missing eye and missing leg allowing her to stand out. She didn't smile at the tom but her eyes glowed with admiration and respect as she dipped her head, "Greetings Flintspirit, I am Dappleclaw and I am here to bestow upon you a life of bravery so that you may take action even when it seems like the world is against you." Dappleclaw moved forward and touched her nose to his, allowing her pain-filled life of determination and sacrifice to flow into him with a cold sensation washing over her but she could almost feel the heat of the lives he'd been given radiate off of his fur. She slowly pulled her nose away from his and bowed before giving him a small smile and a few words, "You're gonna do good Flintspirit, I know it." She then proceeded to back into her original spot.

.:Virgo:.
Emeraldeyes stared off, the tall brown tabby looking past everything else. He sat solemnly in the mist, waiting until it was his turn to give the new leader his life. Emerald snapped out of the daze as the last cat started walking back. He stood tall and proud and waited until the last cat had returned to their ranks in the mist. After giving a polite nod to the previous life-giver, he emerged from the mist with confident and long strides, closing the distance between him and Flintspirit quickly.

“Hello, Flintspirit.” He stared into the other tom’s eyes, his emerald optics almost glowing. “You probably don't know of me, but my name is Emeraldeyes. And I am to bestow upon you the life of Protection. Use it to protect the kits and apprentices of your clan to the greatest extent, for they are your future.” And with that, he touched his nose to Flintspirit’s, transferring the life. He stepped back a tail length and then he sharply turned. He strode back into the mist and sat down.

Okapi
RedHead
((Ack I'm soooo late! Sorry!))

[RedHead]

.:Virgo:.

The next cat had approached him very quickly after Dappleclaw, and Flintspirit watched him, bright green eyes meeting emerald. He listened closely as Emeraldeyes spoke, established flicking slightly at his wording. Flintspirit planned to protect his eyes entire clan. Though he did find the wisdom in the old cat’s words, and he reached forward with his nose to receive the life. It was as intense as his last life, maybe more. The pain flowed through him, but the tom embraced as it did. It was a satisfying pain, something that let him know he was feeling this for the greater good. As Emeraldeyes pulled away, the feeling from that life took longer to ebb way than the last one. Flintspirit endured it, knowing to expect the next cat to approach him shortly.
Okapi [Lilacblossom is up] [ Delta]

[Mango]

.:Virgo:.

The next cat had approached him very quickly after Dappleclaw, and Flintspirit watched him, bright green eyes meeting emerald. He listened closely as Emeraldeyes spoke, established flicking slightly at his wording. Flintspirit planned to protect his eyes entire clan. Though he did find the wisdom in the old cat’s words, and he reached forward with his nose to receive the life. It was as intense as his last life, maybe more. The pain flowed through him, but the tom embraced as it did. It was a satisfying pain, something that let him know he was feeling this for the greater good. As Emeraldeyes pulled away, the feeling from that life took longer to ebb way than the last one. Flintspirit endured it, knowing to expect the next cat to approach him shortly.
Okapi [Lilacblossom is up] [ Delta]

A smallish warrior with light brown fur and glazed over light green eyes. She smelled of Thunderclan. The molly daintily approached Flintspirit,” Hello. I am Lilacblossom.” She dipped her head respectfully,” My sister killed me because she wanted to return to Thunderclan from the Dusk Syndicate and I warned her that if she did. I’d tell everyone where she went. She killed me. But I’ve forgiven her.” She paused smiling slightly,” I give you a life of forgiveness, forgive your rivals and enemies.” She mewed before touching her nose to Flintspirit knowing he would feel pain. After she finished she quietly walked away.

[RedHead]

Okapi

The tom listened to the next cat’s story, knowing that every word was probably important. These cats were each here for a reason. To give him a life he would need during his leadership.
He bent his head to accept this life that Lilacblossom was giving him. Forgiveness. It gripped him with a pain that he was not prepared for, and the tom visibly winced and tensed up as it gripped at his veins. He felt this one, deep down and personal too. There were so many unforgiven things left in his life, and this life was coming, cleansing and replacing it with a fiery reminder to forgive from now on. As Lilacblossom stepped away, Flintspirit was left breathing hard, but he nodded on thanks to the dusty brown molly as she made her way back to Starclan’s ranks.
Taking a gulping breath, the tom raised his head to scan around for the next cat. These lives were getting harder and harder to bear as they went on, and he understood why his daughter had come first. To give him the strength he needed to bear all these lives. But he was ready to continue.

[ gemini Roaringlion’s turn ] [ Delta]

[gemini]

RedHead
roaringlion felt his black fur prick on end, he hadn’t been dead for long but he longed for that rush of adrenaline he had felt while he was still alive and in thunderclan. “flintspirit.” he said with a respectful dip of his head a grin on his face and longing shining in his amber eyes as his voice rumbled. “i am roaringlion. i’m not sure if you remember me but i was of your clan.” he said making eye contact with the other dark tom. “while it pains me to be here, i’m glad to see you.” he said with a slight chuckle trying to keep this serious, “i am here to give you the life of acceptance” he began before a far more actually serious look transcended him, “i never felt like i fit in, never wanted to either, but even if there are others that don’t care what other think they should still have a shoulder to lean on, a cat to turn to.” he took a deep breath “use this life to care for your clan, and every cat in it no matter who they are.” he said “i know you will use it well.” with that notion he took a step forward and placed his short furred muzzle on top of the leader’s head, before stepping away with a polite nod “good luck flintstar.” he said before backing back into the shadows that surrounded them.

[RedHead]

gemini

The dark-furred warrior was surprised to see a tomcat he recognized step out of the shadows next. Of course he remembered Nightflame, and he knew of those tomcat. It hadn’t been too terribly long since Roaringlion had died, if Flintspirit remembered correctly. He gave the other tomcat a friendly smile. “It’s nice to see you again Roaringlion.” He didn’t want to mention anything about his death, Flintspirit only knew that it had come on surprisingly.
As Roaringlion became serious, Flintspirit perked his ears. He knew this was declaration of his sixth life, and he intended to listen carefully. As the Starclan tom finished his words, Flintspirit met him halfway, putting his nose to the tom’s. He was glad to know that cats he’d known who’d died were doing well. Starclan seemed like an excellent place to remain. As the life entered his body, Flintspirit tensed, awaiting pain. He only felt a flicker of it, a reminder of the loneliness that not being accepted could bring. But then he was filled with an uncharacteristic warmth, that speed trough his limbs and warmed him down to his very toes. The life filled him with a desire to reach out and accept everyone in his clan. To make sure they all knew they were wanted and needed.
He now found new strength ignited in his limbs as he stepped back, giving Roaringlion a parting smile and an appreciative dip of his head. The other tom’s words stilled him as he realized, he was going to be Flintstar. Three more lives, and then he would return to his clan as it’s new leader. The thought filled him with some worry and he gulped, but held his head up and he awaited for the next cat to approach him.

[ hope Shimmerpaw’s turn ] [ Delta ]

[RedHead]

A moment after Roaringlion had stepped away, a silver tabby made his way towards the Thunderclan tom, green eyes shining kindly as he looked at Flintspirit. “You’ve grown so much.” Ashenice murmured, his heart swelling with pride with how much his son had grown while he was dwelling in Starclan. And now here he was, becoming the strong leader of Thunderclan.
With a smile, the older warrior held his head up high, his voice becoming louder as he stared to announce the life he was giving. “I grant you with life of empathy. Use this life to help you understand others and help them in any way you may need to. Allow yourself to see their bigger pictures.” Gr touches his nose to his son’s feeling as the warmth and pain of the life moved out of him and into Flintspirit. After the feeling faded, he stepped back, watching as Flintspirit’s green eyes flicked open to stare up at him. “I know you’ll make me proud. You already have.” Ashenice meowed, before, knowing his time was up, stepped away from the new leader and back into the ranks of Starclan.

Seeing his father step from the ranks sent a chill up Flintspirit’s spine. He had been starting to worry he wouldn’t see the silver tabby at all. But his father was here to give him a life, and Flintspirit couldn’t be more excited. He felt like a kit again, wide-eyed and looking at his dad as he waited for his approval on whatever stunt he’d pulled. Flintspirit felt tears pooling at the edges of his eyes as Ashenice stepped up to him, giving him that warm smile the black-furred tom remembered so well. He eagerly lifted his nose to touch it with the Starclan cat’s once Ashenice had announced the life. He welcomed the warmth that flows through him, and also the pain that followed. The tears pooling started to leak out of the edges of his eyes, albeit only one or two. This wasn’t a searing pain, but more of a gentle pain of understanding, of being there when others felt alone. The sensation started to gradually fade, and Flintspirit opened his eyes, blinking back the few tears that didn’t spill over. He watched his father move away, heart warm. If only he could’ve talked with him, it had been so long. But he still had two more lives to receive. So, shaking his head to clear it, the tom glanced around for the next cat to approach him.

[ BILL. ] [ Delta ]

[BEAR.]

And now, it was his turn.

Rising to his paws, Burningstar closed the distance between himself and Flintspirit in only a few steps.

His form between life and death hadn't changed in the slightest, though that knowledge would be unbeknownst to Flintspirit until he joined their ranks. Burningstar's pelt was a fiery shade of ginger, glistening in the endless sunlight as he regarded ThunderClan's newest leader. The worlds they lived in were completely different, but it didn't change the age-old knowledge he came to share with the younger male.

"Flintspirit," his voice was a low rumble. "You may not know who I am, but I took the mantle of ThunderClan's leadership following the death of Eternalstar. As the Clans were undergoing a time of recovery, it was my duty as his successor to restore stability to ThunderClan after all the damage he caused. No matter what was thrown at me, I needed to ensure none of my actions would jeopardize the security of ThunderClan." He pressed his nose to the top of Flintspirit's head. "The life I give you is of caution. There will be times your paws itch to act on impulse, but always remember it is in the best interest of the Clan to think before you act recklessly.

"When Passionstar was deputy, he allowed his rashness to rule his thoughts, and it led to conflicts that could have been avoided entirely. Though he lost that spark as leader, he became careless-- neglectful of the events of the forest until he was isolated from them. Be cautious with your actions, but do not be ruled by inaction. Use your knowledge of the situation to determine what's best for the Clan."

With those words, Burningstar returned to his place among the eight other spirits.
RedHead Delta

[RedHead]

BILL.
The Thunderclan male did a bit of a double-take as the next cat stepped up. At first he thought it was Passionstar, here to wish him a good leadership and grant him a life. But a moment passed and he was able to see that it was not the former Thunderclan leader. The shade of ginger was far too bright.
Flintspirit perked his ears as the tomcat began to speak, listening intently to his words. So this was a former Thunderclan leader. Just not the one he’d been hoping to see. Of course, Flintspirit was grateful nonetheless. To be granted a life by one of Thunderclan’s previous leaders; that had to be a good sign, right?
As his next life was explained, Flintspirit felt some semblance of embarrassment rise up. But also gratefulness. This was a life he knew would serve him well. Not that the other loves wouldn’t, he just knew his recklessness often got in the way of making smart decisions. Much like Passionstar’s had, as Burningstar was now explaining.
As he was given the life, Flintspirit noticed it didn’t hurt nor did it feel warm. It was simply a sense of awareness that flooded through him. An acute awareness of his actions and thoughts of consequences that could stem from them. It spiked his energy, but in a way that made him feel more observant, rather than an adrenaline rush. As Burningstar was finishing what he was saying, Flintspirit gave him a respectful dip of his head, the over-awareness already fading as the life was now implanted in him.
With a deep breath, and renewed of strength, the tom glanced around, for the cat that would be giving him his final life. After that, he would be Thunderclan’s official leader. And at this point, he felt more prepared for that than he had ever been.

[ Dust ] [ Delta ]

[Dust]

[So sorry this is late! I had my reply typed up and forgot to send it! ;-; ]

With Burningstar stepping back into the crowd, Silversky was quick to pace forward. His once charred fur was now beautifully groomed, translucent as starlight seemed to drip from his pelt. It hadn't been long since he passed, but the devastation of Thunderclan felt like it was moons gone. Though Silversky hadn't known Flintspirit very well in life, he still approached with a prideful beam and dipped his head politely.

"Flintspirit," He meowed softly, giving the soon-to-be leader a brief moment of silence. "As your last life, I grant you the life of survival..." Silversky trailed off as he glided forward to touch his nose to Flintspirit's forehead, "The ability to learn how to rebuild from hardship. With Thunderclan suffering, your clan is depending on you to help them, to show them that they will make it through. May Thunderclan survive and thrive under your leadership, Flintstar."

And with that, Silversky dipped his head once more and backed away - his pelt fading from vision.

RedHead Delta

[RedHead]

Dust

The Thunderclan tom quickly noticed the next cat approaching, and after a moment he recognized him as Silversky. This was another cat who’d suffered from the fire that tore through their territory. He didn’t know him well, but his heart warmed at the fact that he was able to be here to grant a life.
As Silversky began speaking, Flintspirit took a deep breath, preparing himself to receive the next life. His last life. He felt it all as soon as Silversky’s nose hit his head. The pain of continuing, of surviving even though it hurt. It seared through his limbs, and Flintspirit almost buckled in surprise under the pain. But he grit his teeth and angled his ears forwards, hanging off of Silversky’s every word as the tom continues speaking.
Once he had pulled away, Flintspirit opened his green eyes, watching as the cats around him began to disappear. And that was it. He was Flintstar now. Leader of Thunderclan.
”Thank you. I’ll try my best.” He meowed as the cats started to blend in with the stars, his vision going fuzzy before black enveloped him completely.
——

Blinking open his eyes, Flintstar glanced around, noticing he was now back in the dim light of the Starcave. Taking a breath, the tomcat stood and shuffled over to Tallmarsh, nudging the black tabby feline. “We should get home.” He meowed, before lifting his head. He felt different, for sure. But he did feel more ready than before to take on leadership. He would make sure Thunderclan survived, no matter what happened.

Delta

[Freesia]

Dust

The Thunderclan tom quickly noticed the next cat approaching, and after a moment he recognized him as Silversky. This was another cat who’d suffered from the fire that tore through their territory. He didn’t know him well, but his heart warmed at the fact that he was able to be here to grant a life.
As Silversky began speaking, Flintspirit took a deep breath, preparing himself to receive the next life. His last life. He felt it all as soon as Silversky’s nose hit his head. The pain of continuing, of surviving even though it hurt. It seared through his limbs, and Flintspirit almost buckled in surprise under the pain. But he grit his teeth and angled his ears forwards, hanging off of Silversky’s every word as the tom continues speaking.
Once he had pulled away, Flintspirit opened his green eyes, watching as the cats around him began to disappear. And that was it. He was Flintstar now. Leader of Thunderclan.
”Thank you. I’ll try my best.” He meowed as the cats started to blend in with the stars, his vision going fuzzy before black enveloped him completely.
——

Blinking open his eyes, Flintstar glanced around, noticing he was now back in the dim light of the Starcave. Taking a breath, the tomcat stood and shuffled over to Tallmarsh, nudging the black tabby feline. “We should get home.” He meowed, before lifting his head. He felt different, for sure. But he did feel more ready than before to take on leadership. He would make sure Thunderclan survived, no matter what happened.

Delta


Tallmarsh blinked awake at Flintstar's nudge. Flintstar. It was odd, calling him by a different name. "Ah, congratulations, Flintstar," she murmured, ears pinned. It was hard for her to congratulate him when the circumstances for his promotion were so grim, but she knew that he deserved it. He was a great deputy, and she knew he would be an amazing leader, too. ThunderClan needed a strong leader now more than ever. "We should. I need to be searching for herbs to rebuild my store," she meowed. She led the way up the tunnel back to the surface, he face a mixture of sorrow and hope. She was going to miss Passionstar, but she was looking towards the future of Flintstar's leadership with hope. It was up to them to guarantee the success and safety of ThunderClan.

[furrensic]

Delta
___


The blonde tom padded his way to the entrance of the cave , green gaze glancing up to look at the night sky that was littered with stars. He was having his naming ceremony , and the medicine cat felt anticipation prick at his pads , now glancing over to the Thunderclan medicine cat which was going to give him the ceremony , Tallmarsh.
He tried to focus , shaking off a cool breeze as he stared forward , stopping at the very entrance.

The Starcave.

Beepaw would be looked down , watched by all his ancestors in starclan , and it made him just a bit nervous. You've been working for moons to get your full name Beepaw , you'll be fine. He thought , reassuring himself as he took a few steps into the dark cave , trying to get used to the little light. "Just us.." He mumbled to himself , walking furthermore into the cave , he glanced around.

He couldn't help but look back over to Tallmarsh. Did she have to go through this too? Probably. He answered in his mind , bobbed tail twitching slightly as his ear gave a flick. This place is pretty cool though..an honor. This was the one time he actually had to be serious , and Beepaw would try to follow with it.

[Freesia]

Delta
___


The blonde tom padded his way to the entrance of the cave , green gaze glancing up to look at the night sky that was littered with stars. He was having his naming ceremony , and the medicine cat felt anticipation prick at his pads , now glancing over to the Thunderclan medicine cat which was going to give him the ceremony , Tallmarsh.
He tried to focus , shaking off a cool breeze as he stared forward , stopping at the very entrance.

The Starcave.

Beepaw would be looked down , watched by all his ancestors in starclan , and it made him just a bit nervous. You've been working for moons to get your full name Beepaw , you'll be fine. He thought , reassuring himself as he took a few steps into the dark cave , trying to get used to the little light. "Just us.." He mumbled to himself , walking furthermore into the cave , he glanced around.

He couldn't help but look back over to Tallmarsh. Did she have to go through this too? Probably. He answered in his mind , bobbed tail twitching slightly as his ear gave a flick. This place is pretty cool though..an honor. This was the one time he actually had to be serious , and Beepaw would try to follow with it.


Tallmarsh joined Beepaw at the entrance of the Starcave. She had just been here for Flintstar's nine lives ceremony, and now she was back for Beepaw's naming ceremony. The long journeys combined with the recent fire and race to rebuild her herb store and exhausted her. She tried not to show her fatigue, but she was afraid it was evident in the way her shoulders drooped and how she dragged her feet and the way her eyes seemed a little duller than normal.

Blinking the tiredness from her eyes as she felt her eyelids begin to droop already, she padded past Beepaw and into the tunnel. As the floor sloped down, the light from the mouth of the tunnel became dimmer and dimmer. Just as it was becoming pitch black, the small cave opened up into a cavern, with a large crystal situated in the center. Just as the two walked in, the moon lined up with the hole in the ceiling and moonlight streamed in, lighting up the crystal and casting the entire room in a silvery glow.

Tallmarsh turned to the WindClan medicine cat. "Welcome to the Starcave," she said with a small smile. This was definitely her favorite part of the Starcave--when the moon lit up the crystal, it seemed like their ancestors were already there. It was like a link to them. It was beautiful.

She laid down in front of the crystal and touched her nose to its cold surface, motioning with her tail for Beepaw to follow suit. She closed her eyes and immediately drifted into sleep.

[furrensic]

Tallmarsh joined Beepaw at the entrance of the Starcave. She had just been here for Flintstar's nine lives ceremony, and now she was back for Beepaw's naming ceremony. The long journeys combined with the recent fire and race to rebuild her herb store and exhausted her. She tried not to show her fatigue, but she was afraid it was evident in the way her shoulders drooped and how she dragged her feet and the way her eyes seemed a little duller than normal.

Blinking the tiredness from her eyes as she felt her eyelids begin to droop already, she padded past Beepaw and into the tunnel. As the floor sloped down, the light from the mouth of the tunnel became dimmer and dimmer. Just as it was becoming pitch black, the small cave opened up into a cavern, with a large crystal situated in the center. Just as the two walked in, the moon lined up with the hole in the ceiling and moonlight streamed in, lighting up the crystal and casting the entire room in a silvery glow.

Tallmarsh turned to the WindClan medicine cat. "Welcome to the Starcave," she said with a small smile. This was definitely her favorite part of the Starcave--when the moon lit up the crystal, it seemed like their ancestors were already there. It was like a link to them. It was beautiful.

She laid down in front of the crystal and touched her nose to its cold surface, motioning with her tail for Beepaw to follow suit. She closed her eyes and immediately drifted into sleep.

Seeing Tallmarsh walk past him , Beepaw quickened his pace to follow her down the dark slope.
As he walked into the cavern , his eyes widened slightly at the large crystal lighting up the room in a silver glow. It seemed so , unreal. Despite knowing it was real , he thought it was too beautiful to be true.

He stopped walking , standing still to stare at the moonlit crystal with wide eyes , taking in the appearance of it. He'd forgotten about the long journey to the starcave due to the new wave of anticipation washing over him. His ears perked once the Thunderclan medicine cat welcomed him , he gave a small nod. "Yeah.....thanks." He said lowly , not wanting to be loud just in case that would be a bad move.

He watched her walk over to the large crystal and lay down , touching her nose to it and falling asleep. Oh! Quickly padding over , he layed down a few fox lengths away from Tallmarsh. The blonde tom touched his nose to the crystal , almost turning back at how cold it was. But stopped as he fell into a slumber only a few moments after touching his nose to the crystal.

[pidgeon]

I'm just gonna go ahead and get this rolling now! There are still two open spaces, and if nobody claims them by the time it's the turn of those spaces, I'll insert cats of my own. So, here's the posting order! I'd like to have a time limit of one day once it's your turn to respond, just so we're not working on this forever. Thank y'all for joining this!

1.) Cedartuft - Life of Acceptance Dust
2.) Lemonglare - Life of Confidence .:Virgo:.
3.) Appledash - Life of Perception RedHead
4.) Umbrepaw - Life of Love |+Tired Rose Child+|
5.) Dawnfall - Life of Understanding Fuzzyfeline
6.) Tinykit - Life of Compassion (My own)
7.) Chiseledshadow - Life of Foresight Haunted
8.) -----
9.) Wolverine (Dark Forest) - Life of Power BILL.
Venus

Iceheart scented the cave before she saw it. Cool, damp air, and the icy chill of the stones surrounding it. It was a refreshing sense after having plodded through the ashen remains of ThunderClan territory to get here. She had only been here once before, and had never been inside it. Now was her time.
"Wait here, Badgerpaw," She told her apprentice once they reached the entrance to the cave. "I'll return shortly."

The large cat pushed her way into the tunnels, feeling slightly claustrophobic as the stone walls pressed on her shoulders. The darkness was oppressive, smothering her on all sides, and she felt relief when suddenly the tunnel opened into a wide cave. It appeared she had arrived at just the right time. Before her very eyes, the moon passed overhead, and the beams of light casting through the opening at the top of the cave lit up the glimmering crystal at the center.

It was the most beautiful thing Iceheart had ever laid eyes on. She found herself breath-taken by its presence. After a long moment of hesitation, basking in the presence of the stone, she padded slowly forward and settled down beside it, tucking her paws underneath her. She leaned forward and let her nose touch the icy-cold surface, and felt her mind get swept away into darkness.

[Dust]

Once Iceheart had woken up, Cedartuft's shape would be there waiting for the molly's attention. The queen appeared pristine - no scars or wounds that would indicate she had ever walked the earth. As she approached, her long pelt would rustle gently as a warm wind washed through the clearing.

"Iceheart," her voice was gentle, as if she was a mother speaking to her kit, "Our family ties are strong... Tonight, with Starclan's blessing, you will receive the nine lives of a Leader." With her small speech done, Cedartuft sauntered forwards and pressed her nose gently to Iceheart's forehead.

"For your first life, I give you the life of Motherly Love." Cedartuft gave the other a moment to collect herself while the life would course through-out her body, "The life of a mother is painful, aching and difficult... but it is rewarding nonetheless. All your clan mates are your children now. May you lead their paws on the right path, the righteous path, and reprimand their wicked ways. That is your duty as their mother." Cedartuft reflected briefly on her own memories with her children. The happiness and pride she felt during their birth, raising her sons to become strong warriors... and her daughters to become beautiful queens. A sad smile drifted across her maw as she pulled away and stepped back.

"Don't take your mother for-granted, all time is limited. I believe you will lead ShadowClan to greatness once again." Dipping her head politely, Cedartuft slipped back into the crowd of felines, casting a scornful glance towards one of the ghostly felines.

With that life over, it was time for the next...

CasperCreates

[Haunted]

CasperCreates I just read over this and if you need another someone to give a life, that I can do if you want ~ sorry if their was a thread and I missed it. ]]

[pidgeon]

Once Iceheart had woken up, Cedartuft's shape would be there waiting for the molly's attention. The queen appeared pristine - no scars or wounds that would indicate she had ever walked the earth. As she approached, her long pelt would rustle gently as a warm wind washed through the clearing.

"Iceheart," her voice was gentle, as if she was a mother speaking to her kit, "Our family ties are strong... Tonight, with Starclan's blessing, you will receive the nine lives of a Leader." With her small speech done, Cedartuft sauntered forwards and pressed her nose gently to Iceheart's forehead.

"For your first life, I give you the life of Motherly Love." Cedartuft gave the other a moment to collect herself while the life would course through-out her body, "The life of a mother is painful, aching and difficult... but it is rewarding nonetheless. All your clan mates are your children now. May you lead their paws on the right path, the righteous path, and reprimand their wicked ways. That is your duty as their mother." Cedartuft reflected briefly on her own memories with her children. The happiness and pride she felt during their birth, raising her sons to become strong warriors... and her daughters to become beautiful queens. A sad smile drifted across her maw as she pulled away and stepped back.

"Don't take your mother for-granted, all time is limited. I believe you will lead ShadowClan to greatness once again." Dipping her head politely, Cedartuft slipped back into the crowd of felines, casting a scornful glance towards one of the ghostly felines.

With that life over, it was time for the next...

CasperCreates
( .:Virgo:. is up next!)

Iceheart shuddered in discomfort as the power of the new life surged through her. She felt the pain of a kitting queen, she felt Cedartuft's pride in her kits, and the love of an experienced mother. She was not only thrown back into her memories of being a kit in the nursery with her mother, Owlfeather, but was reminded of her time in the nursery with her own kits. Some odd sense was telling her Cedartuft was unhappy with the way Iceheart had raised her kits. She wondered briefly if she would see Tinykit on this night--the kit from her litter that had not survived.

When the starlit cat told her not to take her mother for granted, she wanted to shout. She wanted to yowl at this know-it-all for thinking Owlfeather deserved any respect from her. That old hag was weak-spirited and pitiful. But of course, Iceheart found herself unable to utter the faintest sound. The ceremony had rendered her completely mute as she accepted the blessings of her ancestors. As such, she was forced to seethe with hatred in silence, trying desperately to fight the love that this cat had placed in her heart. She hadn't expected to be granted feelings.

Begrudgingly, she watched the beautiful queen tread lightly back into the throng of starry pelts, and awaited the next cat's approach. She braced herself for the next life.

[.:Virgo:.]

( .:Virgo:. is up next!)

Iceheart shuddered in discomfort as the power of the new life surged through her. She felt the pain of a kitting queen, she felt Cedartuft's pride in her kits, and the love of an experienced mother. She was not only thrown back into her memories of being a kit in the nursery with her mother, Owlfeather, but was reminded of her time in the nursery with her own kits. Some odd sense was telling her Cedartuft was unhappy with the way Iceheart had raised her kits. She wondered briefly if she would see Tinykit on this night--the kit from her litter that had not survived.

When the starlit cat told her not to take her mother for granted, she wanted to shout. She wanted to yowl at this know-it-all for thinking Owlfeather deserved any respect from her. That old hag was weak-spirited and pitiful. But of course, Iceheart found herself unable to utter the faintest sound. The ceremony had rendered her completely mute as she accepted the blessings of her ancestors. As such, she was forced to seethe with hatred in silence, trying desperately to fight the love that this cat had placed in her heart. She hadn't expected to be granted feelings.

Begrudgingly, she watched the beautiful queen tread lightly back into the throng of starry pelts, and awaited the next cat's approach. She braced herself for the next life.

Lemonglare’s sour green gaze was lax for once, which had surprised most of the cats there. But she didn’t care. Lemonglare stalked up once the first life had taken hold of Iceheart. “Hello. I’m Lemonglare, one of your former clanmates” Lemon’s eyes took a slant again as she studied the large grey molly with her green eyes. “I am to present to you the life of Confidence. Not to be confused with cockiness, make sure to make good choices for your clan, and stick with them. But make sure you don’t become cocky and overzealous. “ Lemon’s gaze hardened into a glare. “Because if you do let it morph into cockiness, you may well have killed your clan as well as yourself.”

And with that, She touched her nose to Iceheart’s, closing her eyes as she let both a feeling of pride and scenes of carnage, scenes of those close to her being torn apart by her own claws, as that is what too much confidence could do to you. You could condemn them to death by your own claws if you were too cocky and still forced them to battle on, to save your own pride and give pride to your clan. Butt then, scenes with difficult choices came up, and ended without conclusion, because it would be Iceheart’s own choice.

Lemon stayed at the edges of the mist until the last visions of her life ebbed away. “Use my life carefully, Iceheart.” She then delved back into the mist from whence she had come. With a nod to the next life-giver, she sat down.

[pidgeon]

Lemonglare’s sour green gaze was lax for once, which had surprised most of the cats there. But she didn’t care. Lemonglare stalked up once the first life had taken hold of Iceheart. “Hello. I’m Lemonglare, one of your former clanmates” Lemon’s eyes took a slant again as she studied the large grey molly with her green eyes. “I am to present to you the life of Confidence. Not to be confused with cockiness, make sure to make good choices for your clan, and stick with them. But make sure you don’t become cocky and overzealous. “ Lemon’s gaze hardened into a glare. “Because if you do let it morph into cockiness, you may well have killed your clan as well as yourself.”

And with that, She touched her nose to Iceheart’s, closing her eyes as she let both a feeling of pride and scenes of carnage, scenes of those close to her being torn apart by her own claws, as that is what too much confidence could do to you. You could condemn them to death by your own claws if you were too cocky and still forced them to battle on, to save your own pride and give pride to your clan. Butt then, scenes with difficult choices came up, and ended without conclusion, because it would be Iceheart’s own choice.

Lemon stayed at the edges of the mist until the last visions of her life ebbed away. “Use my life carefully, Iceheart.” She then delved back into the mist from whence she had come. With a nod to the next life-giver, she sat down.
(Next is RedHead !)

Iceheart felt the pain of loss rip through her, as she saw visions of ShadowClan falling to ruin with her on top. She felt the hubris of overconfidence and the hurt that it could bring. At the same time, she felt the pride of a successful leader, the rewards of the right amount of confidence, and saw what her clan could become with the right guidance. She felt every ounce of the seriousness in Lemonglare's words, and refrained from passing judgement on the cat. She could feel her harsh green gaze burning through her pelt, and was moved by it. As much as she tried to fight it, she felt respect for the cat.

She felt the sharp pain of that life pass through, and caught her gasping breath for a moment and let her vision become steady once more, before silently waiting for the next cat.

[RedHead]

Once Lemonglare had stepped away, a tall tom made his way out of the ranks. His ginger pelt shone with starlight, and leafy green eyes settled on Iceheart as he approached the large black-furred feline. “Hello Iceheart. I’m Appledash. I passed away not to long ago, suffering in the attack from the rogues.” It has been a hard time, one Appledash was not proud of for Shadowclan. He stepped up to Iceheart, his longer legs allowing him to meet eye to eye with the new leader. He’d never talked to this feline, destined to be Shadowclan’s new leader, but he’d learned that she was fit for the role. Maybe too fit. Reaching his nose up, the tomcat placed it against Iceheart’s forehead.
“I give you the life of perception. Use this life to be able to see things from a different perspective, taking all facts and insights into consideration. Being perceptive allows for a strong, stable leadership, giving you the ability to lead your clan through the hardest of trials.” With that said, Appledash stepped back, making sure to give Iceheart a meaningful stare, his eyes unwavering. Then he dipped his head to her after a moment. “Good luck Iceheart. May you be the leader Shadowclan needs.” The ginger tom then turned and returned to his place within the starry ranks.

CasperCreates

[Doom]

( so sorry for the late reply! don't mind me, just slipping this in here ;v; )

Badgerpaw trailed behind her mentor, excitement in her step. The journey there was certainly exhausting, but she didn't dare show any exhaustion in front of Iceheart. It was scary to see the scattered ashens from ThunderClan’s fire, especially at night, and as they passed through, the hairs on her neck stood on end. She wished the trip wasn't so silent. Was she even going to explain anything along the way? Her ear flicked with impatience. Typical. Iceheart was by no doubt a blunt feline, but adventures with her were always so vague...so bland. To keep herself entertained, she wondered what the Starcave was like. She liked to imagine it big and spaceful – beautiful and dazzling beyond her dreams.

At least that's what she imagined.

The small black-and-white apprentice halted sharply at Iceheart’s command, nearly bumping into the large dark she-cat. At first she hesitated at nodding obediently, but eventually, Badgerpaw dipped her head in understanding and sat down. She wants me...to wait here? What about showing me the actual Starcave? I traveled all this way just to wait outside?! Disappointment and frustration tugged at her heartstrings, tieing knots in her stomach. But of course, there was no arguing with her mentor and future leader. She jealously watched Iceheart slip through the tunnel, ears drooping when she disappeared.

Curious and stubborn, Badgerpaw eventually stuck her head right into the entrance. It smelled cold and damp, like stones found by a river. “Cool…” she whispered into it, nearly jumping at the slight sound of her own echo bouncing down the entryway. She probably looked ridiculous with her tail-stubbed-rump sticking out of the entrance, but at this point, Badgerpaw couldn't care less. If this was what Iceheart was giving her to experience, then by Stars, she would experience it as best as she could. She tried to adjust her vision in the darkness, but before her eyes could adjust, fear got the best of her. I shouldn't be snooping. Sighing in defeat, Badgerpaw retracted her head from the entrance and sat back down outside the cave.

Sulking. Alone. Bored.

CasperCreates

[pidgeon]

Once Lemonglare had stepped away, a tall tom made his way out of the ranks. His ginger pelt shone with starlight, and leafy green eyes settled on Iceheart as he approached the large black-furred feline. “Hello Iceheart. I’m Appledash. I passed away not to long ago, suffering in the attack from the rogues.” It has been a hard time, one Appledash was not proud of for Shadowclan. He stepped up to Iceheart, his longer legs allowing him to meet eye to eye with the new leader. He’d never talked to this feline, destined to be Shadowclan’s new leader, but he’d learned that she was fit for the role. Maybe too fit. Reaching his nose up, the tomcat placed it against Iceheart’s forehead.
“I give you the life of perception. Use this life to be able to see things from a different perspective, taking all facts and insights into consideration. Being perceptive allows for a strong, stable leadership, giving you the ability to lead your clan through the hardest of trials.” With that said, Appledash stepped back, making sure to give Iceheart a meaningful stare, his eyes unwavering. Then he dipped his head to her after a moment. “Good luck Iceheart. May you be the leader Shadowclan needs.” The ginger tom then turned and returned to his place within the starry ranks.

CasperCreates

( |+Tired Rose Child+| is next!)

Iceheart recognized this tom as one of the casualties of the fight--one of the cats that her own brute strength had not been able to save. Her chest tightened with anger and self-pity that anyone at all had died during that fight. She should have been able to save them.
But that was in the past, and now here was Appledash, bestowing a life upon her. She opened her jaws in a silent yowl as the pain of this third life surged through her. She was taken back into the battle clearing, as if she were seeing the fight through the eyes of each of her clanmates, one by one. She felt each of their fear, their courage, their heartbreak as the ones they loved were taken from them. The large black cat was shaken to her core with all of the rampant emotions that flooded through her. Emotions that she never felt during the heat of battle.
She was beginning to become accustomed to the cold and painful feeling of receiving these lives. She was a third of the way there.

With regret in her eyes, she watched the recently deceased warrior pad back into the starry mist, becoming one with the other formless ancestors that watched from the edge of the clearing. She noticed that the next cat to approach was much smaller than the others.

[|+sari+|]

As Appledash took his place beside him, Umberpaw stood up on his small paws, giving the ginger warrior a nod before padding forwards, starlight swirling and sparkling around him. He took his time, his pawsteps slow but steady. The small tom took a deep breath, halted in front of the leader. I can do this... he gazed up at the deputy with green orbs that shone with wisdom. "I was a part of ShadowClan many moons ago... I fell in love with a cat, she was... beautiful and kind." he let out a tiny sob. "However, I saved her life one day, I saved her from falling down a waterfall... only for me to slip and fall instead. I was never found, but, to this day, I still love her. I am still waiting for her to join me." the small, umber-coloured apprentice stretched his neck up to touch noses with the much bigger cat. "For this life, I give you the life of love," he murmured. "Use it to love, protect, and care for your Clan, but don't let it blind you into irrationality... use it to protect the ones most important to you." he closed his eyes, letting a sense of, what one would expect to be a warm feeling, was really the fiery sensation of burning alive, a searing pain, that burning sense of passion, and then an empty coldness, the feeling you get when you lose the one you love, he let those sensations pass over to the leader. Finally, Umberpaw stepped away, slowly blinking his green eyes before respectfully dipping his head. "May you lead ShadowClan well... they certainly could use a good leader in this time of need." his voice shook, and with that, he turned and rejoined the starry ranks.

CasperCreates

[pidgeon]

As Appledash took his place beside him, Umberpaw stood up on his small paws, giving the ginger warrior a nod before padding forwards, starlight swirling and sparkling around him. He took his time, his pawsteps slow but steady. The small tom took a deep breath, halted in front of the leader. I can do this... he gazed up at the deputy with green orbs that shone with wisdom. "I was a part of ShadowClan many moons ago... I fell in love with a cat, she was... beautiful and kind." he let out a tiny sob. "However, I saved her life one day, I saved her from falling down a waterfall... only for me to slip and fall instead. I was never found, but, to this day, I still love her. I am still waiting for her to join me." the small, umber-coloured apprentice stretched his neck up to touch noses with the much bigger cat. "For this life, I give you the life of love," he murmured. "Use it to love, protect, and care for your Clan, but don't let it blind you into irrationality... use it to protect the ones most important to you." he closed his eyes, letting a sense of, what one would expect to be a warm feeling, was really the fiery sensation of burning alive, a searing pain, that burning sense of passion, and then an empty coldness, the feeling you get when you lose the one you love, he let those sensations pass over to the leader. Finally, Umberpaw stepped away, slowly blinking his green eyes before respectfully dipping his head. "May you lead ShadowClan well... they certainly could use a good leader in this time of need." his voice shook, and with that, he turned and rejoined the starry ranks.

CasperCreates

( Fuzzyfeline is next!)

Iceheart groaned internally at the sniveling apprentice as he approached. She listened begrudgingly to his little sob-story, just wishing to get this one over with. That sour attitude of hers changed when the tiny cat touched his nose to hers.
Her ears flattened against her head and her fur bristled as she felt the searing pain of a passionate flame burn through her pelt. She felt the intensity of being in love, of having so much care for another cat. And she felt the pain of having that love torn from you. She thought her heart might burst with sorrow that she had never felt before. Worst of all, she felt the heartbreak of her own daughters as she mistreated them. She wanted to cry out, for this "life of love" to stop. It was too much for her to bear. If this was what love felt like, then she didn't want it.
She let out a gasping breath of relief when the life passed by and Umbrepaw slunk back into the starry ranks once more. She hoped none of the other lives would be so torturous.

[Fuzzy]

( Fuzzyfeline is next!)

Iceheart groaned internally at the sniveling apprentice as he approached. She listened begrudgingly to his little sob-story, just wishing to get this one over with. That sour attitude of hers changed when the tiny cat touched his nose to hers.
Her ears flattened against her head and her fur bristled as she felt the searing pain of a passionate flame burn through her pelt. She felt the intensity of being in love, of having so much care for another cat. And she felt the pain of having that love torn from you. She thought her heart might burst with sorrow that she had never felt before. Worst of all, she felt the heartbreak of her own daughters as she mistreated them. She wanted to cry out, for this "life of love" to stop. It was too much for her to bear. If this was what love felt like, then she didn't want it.
She let out a gasping breath of relief when the life passed by and Umbrepaw slunk back into the starry ranks once more. She hoped none of the other lives would be so torturous.

Once Umberpaw joined the ranks Dawnfall weaved her way out of the mist of cats her creamy star filled pelt sleek and long. The molly approached the larger figure a spark of mischief in her blue eyes. It was an honor to give a life to your Clans new leader but Dawn had to admit she was more excited to be above a leader. Without her life the molly would be one life away from the nine life standard.
Standing in front of Iceheart she looked up to meet her gaze. "Iceheart," She greeted tail twitching. "I am a formal member of ShadowClan, died in one of the recent fights but I won't boar you with some sob story." The warrior informed rolling her eyes at the thought. Why would she explain her life story? Iceheart was alive when she was so it wouldn't do much anyway. Just blow time away.
Reaching up to press her nose to the future leaders nose she met her gaze evenly. "With this life I give you the life of understanding." She explained. "Use it to understand the trials and challenges of life as a warrior and leader. Don't miss a chance to make ShadowClan grate as a whole." Dawnfall added.
Allowing the life to fill Icehearts body the molly stepped back watching for a moment. Her gaze lingered a bit eyes narrowing. "Lead ShadowClan to greatness." With that she turned and disappeared. The starry mist engulfing her. Leaving a spot for the next life giver open.

[pidgeon]

Once Umberpaw joined the ranks Dawnfall weaved her way out of the mist of cats her creamy star filled pelt sleek and long. The molly approached the larger figure a spark of mischief in her blue eyes. It was an honor to give a life to your Clans new leader but Dawn had to admit she was more excited to be above a leader. Without her life the molly would be one life away from the nine life standard.
Standing in front of Iceheart she looked up to meet her gaze. "Iceheart," She greeted tail twitching. "I am a formal member of ShadowClan, died in one of the recent fights but I won't boar you with some sob story." The warrior informed rolling her eyes at the thought. Why would she explain her life story? Iceheart was alive when she was so it wouldn't do much anyway. Just blow time away.
Reaching up to press her nose to the future leaders nose she met her gaze evenly. "With this life I give you the life of understanding." She explained. "Use it to understand the trials and challenges of life as a warrior and leader. Don't miss a chance to make ShadowClan grate as a whole." Dawnfall added.
Allowing the life to fill Icehearts body the molly stepped back watching for a moment. Her gaze lingered a bit eyes narrowing. "Lead ShadowClan to greatness." With that she turned and disappeared. The starry mist engulfing her. Leaving a spot for the next life giver open.


( Haunted is next!)

Iceheart flinched as the life passed through her. She felt herself yet again seeing life from the perspectives of many different clanmates, as if being forced to understand each and every one of their individual struggles. Every cat was different, and she would have to understand that if she were to lead them. She watched the starry cat pad away after gazing into her eyes, and her heart nearly stopped when she saw the next cat approach.

He was only the size of a mouse. The little kit teetered over to his mother and looked her in the eyes, their shallow depths portraying wisdom far beyond what any kit should have.

"I'm glad to see you again, even if you may not be glad to see me," He squeaked. "I watch over you and my sisters. I'm here to give you the life of compassion." He craned his tiny head upwards and Iceheart had to bend down to touch noses with him, after a moment of hesitation. She had a feeling she knew what she would see.

She saw herself in the nursery, from the perspective of Tinykit. She saw his sisters Hailkit and Dawnkit curled up by her side, while Tinykit watched from a distance, too weak and feeble to feed. She felt his tiny heartbreak as he realized that Iceheart had given up on him, had doomed him to succumb to his sickness. You were weak! she tried to force out her thoughts through the wave of emotional turmoil. You were dying. Why should I have wasted milk on you when I could be sustaining the stronger kits? The ones that were going to survive? Her thoughts were swept away as Tinykit made her feel the anguish of Hailkit, too, as Dawnkit received the highest praise, for being the strongest.

"I forgive you," the kit spoke once more, casting away the visions of the life he'd given her. "Learn from your mistakes. Use your power to help those in need, those who are sick or weak. Do not pass judgement where it is not yours to pass."

Iceheart gasped for air over and over, recovering from the horrible nightmare of a life that was. After Umbrepaw, she hadn't thought it could get worse. Tinykit had made her feel like a complete monster. Maybe she was. Eyes blurry, she watched the little kit hobble back into the starlit forest, disappearing from sight.

[Freesia]

Seeing Tallmarsh walk past him , Beepaw quickened his pace to follow her down the dark slope.
As he walked into the cavern , his eyes widened slightly at the large crystal lighting up the room in a silver glow. It seemed so , unreal. Despite knowing it was real , he thought it was too beautiful to be true.

He stopped walking , standing still to stare at the moonlit crystal with wide eyes , taking in the appearance of it. He'd forgotten about the long journey to the starcave due to the new wave of anticipation washing over him. His ears perked once the Thunderclan medicine cat welcomed him , he gave a small nod. "Yeah.....thanks." He said lowly , not wanting to be loud just in case that would be a bad move.

He watched her walk over to the large crystal and lay down , touching her nose to it and falling asleep. Oh! Quickly padding over , he layed down a few fox lengths away from Tallmarsh. The blonde tom touched his nose to the crystal , almost turning back at how cold it was. But stopped as he fell into a slumber only a few moments after touching his nose to the crystal.


Tallmarsh opened her eyes to find herself once again in a grassy, starlit clearing. Beepaw was a few tail lengths away, and she padded over. "Beepaw, wake up," she said, nudging his side gently. She turned back to the empty clearing. Although they were in StarClan, she doubted they would be visited tonight. She had just wanted to show Beepaw StarClan and how to come here.

Once he had stood up, she began the ceremony. Turning her head to scan the surrounding trees, she said, "I call upon the warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. He has trained hard for many moons to learn the ways of a medicine cat, and he has promised to work hard and serve his Clan for many moons." She had altered the traditional script of the ceremony, but the meaning was still the same, at least in her eyes. She looked back to Beepaw and continued, "Beepaw, 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?"

((What are his full name and virtues?))

[Haunted]

( Haunted is next!)

Iceheart flinched as the life passed through her. She felt herself yet again seeing life from the perspectives of many different clanmates, as if being forced to understand each and every one of their individual struggles. Every cat was different, and she would have to understand that if she were to lead them. She watched the starry cat pad away after gazing into her eyes, and her heart nearly stopped when she saw the next cat approach.

He was only the size of a mouse. The little kit teetered over to his mother and looked her in the eyes, their shallow depths portraying wisdom far beyond what any kit should have.

"I'm glad to see you again, even if you may not be glad to see me," He squeaked. "I watch over you and my sisters. I'm here to give you the life of compassion." He craned his tiny head upwards and Iceheart had to bend down to touch noses with him, after a moment of hesitation. She had a feeling she knew what she would see.

She saw herself in the nursery, from the perspective of Tinykit. She saw his sisters Hailkit and Dawnkit curled up by her side, while Tinykit watched from a distance, too weak and feeble to feed. She felt his tiny heartbreak as he realized that Iceheart had given up on him, had doomed him to succumb to his sickness. You were weak! she tried to force out her thoughts through the wave of emotional turmoil. You were dying. Why should I have wasted milk on you when I could be sustaining the stronger kits? The ones that were going to survive? Her thoughts were swept away as Tinykit made her feel the anguish of Hailkit, too, as Dawnkit received the highest praise, for being the strongest.

"I forgive you," the kit spoke once more, casting away the visions of the life he'd given her. "Learn from your mistakes. Use your power to help those in need, those who are sick or weak. Do not pass judgement where it is not yours to pass."

Iceheart gasped for air over and over, recovering from the horrible nightmare of a life that was. After Umbrepaw, she hadn't thought it could get worse. Tinykit had made her feel like a complete monster. Maybe she was. Eyes blurry, she watched the little kit hobble back into the starlit forest, disappearing from sight.


Chiseledshadow felt the air of a tiny kitten leaving the line of life-givers, and saw it was her cue when the kitten, who she had met before as "Tinykit", wobbled off and realized it was her cue. With a jittery start [even in Starclan she still was a little shy of speaking in front of others, despite the importance of this job], she sauntered up the new leaders shivering form and spoke with a quiet determinedness shared with her children, "I am Chiseledshadow, mother of Vixenleap and Hawkthornkit. I am presenting you with the life of Foresight. Don't be rash, heed your elders warning, or you may regret it." Her voice rose in a ferocity not common when felines usually spoke of the wise dame, but her eyes remained steely calm. With this said, she pressed her nose to Iceheart's gently, a vision coming forth with this quite unlike her fellow star-dusked commrades; the twitter of birds happily in the air, the spring in her kittens steps in excitement, the dark feeling that it would all go wrong. Yes, it had been there, a warning of a fowl beast. But she didn't listen due to her kitten's pleading. And then. Then the evil glint in the horrendous creature's eyes - the badger was starving despite the time being Greenleaf, and a mother with three small kittens was a perfect target. Blood, glistening from it's fangs from two of her kittens, and a long slash in it's neck from her own fangs which dripped with it's blood. A soft sigh leaving her body, as the whimper of her last kitten, the smallest one, survived the attack but the mother not.

She drew the vision to a close, whispering a "Protect my living kits, and their family; Shadowclan," before padding off to settled near Tinykit.

[furrensic]

Tallmarsh opened her eyes to find herself once again in a grassy, starlit clearing. Beepaw was a few tail lengths away, and she padded over. "Beepaw, wake up," she said, nudging his side gently. She turned back to the empty clearing. Although they were in StarClan, she doubted they would be visited tonight. She had just wanted to show Beepaw StarClan and how to come here.

Once he had stood up, she began the ceremony. Turning her head to scan the surrounding trees, she said, "I call upon the warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. He has trained hard for many moons to learn the ways of a medicine cat, and he has promised to work hard and serve his Clan for many moons." She had altered the traditional script of the ceremony, but the meaning was still the same, at least in her eyes. She looked back to Beepaw and continued, "Beepaw, 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?"

((What are his full name and virtues?))
[ His full name is Beeblaze , his virtues are pride and loyalty ]
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Getting nudged , the blonde tom would take a few seconds to fully get up , shaking his pelt. He looked at the starlit clearing with awe , taking in the scenery.

Standing up straight , he looked at Tallmarsh , eyes widening slightly as the ceremony started. He immediately held his head a bit high , paying attention to the words she said. If he were to have an apprentice of his own one day , he'd need to know this!
He felt excitement prick at his paws , shifting his weight from side to sidr in impatience that was starting to burn in him. This was it!, He would soon receive his full name.

At the Thunderclan medicine cats question , he gave a firm nod to her. "I do!" He answered , his tone serious as he tried to hide the fact he was practically shaking with anticipation.

[pidgeon]

Chiseledshadow felt the air of a tiny kitten leaving the line of life-givers, and saw it was her cue when the kitten, who she had met before as "Tinykit", wobbled off and realized it was her cue. With a jittery start [even in Starclan she still was a little shy of speaking in front of others, despite the importance of this job], she sauntered up the new leaders shivering form and spoke with a quiet determinedness shared with her children, "I am Chiseledshadow, mother of Vixenleap and Hawkthornkit. I am presenting you with the life of Foresight. Don't be rash, heed your elders warning, or you may regret it." Her voice rose in a ferocity not common when felines usually spoke of the wise dame, but her eyes remained steely calm. With this said, she pressed her nose to Iceheart's gently, a vision coming forth with this quite unlike her fellow star-dusked commrades; the twitter of birds happily in the air, the spring in her kittens steps in excitement, the dark feeling that it would all go wrong. Yes, it had been there, a warning of a fowl beast. But she didn't listen due to her kitten's pleading. And then. Then the evil glint in the horrendous creature's eyes - the badger was starving despite the time being Greenleaf, and a mother with three small kittens was a perfect target. Blood, glistening from it's fangs from two of her kittens, and a long slash in it's neck from her own fangs which dripped with it's blood. A soft sigh leaving her body, as the whimper of her last kitten, the smallest one, survived the attack but the mother not.

She drew the vision to a close, whispering a "Protect my living kits, and their family; Shadowclan," before padding off to settled near Tinykit.


( BILL. at last, it's Wolverine's turn >:3

sorry for short response on this one)


Iceheart watched the horrifying scene unfold in front of her, and felt her sense of security shift into an overwhelming sense of fear and dread. She watched, through the eyes of Chiseledshadow, as the queen's kits were taken from her due to her own questionable decision. I would never be that mouse-brained, she huffed. She braced herself as the painstaking waves of emotion ripped through her again, and was yet again grateful when it was over.

The next cat to approach sent shivers down her spine. That took a lot, to make the fearless warrior feel real fear. That cannot be who I think it is...

[BEAR.]

It was.

In his wake came the stench of blood and death, the sensation of dread that'd leave many StarClan cats quaking in their fur. It was unusual for a Dark Forest entity to arrive in a leader's ceremony, especially one StarClan ruled-- but tonight, they had no choice but to allow him access. The Stars were always weaker than the darkness in the hearts of cats, and it was evident more than ever as Wolverine stepped toward his daughter.

It had been moons since he had formally seen her, cast out from the Clan after he had murdered his apprentice and several other warriors. They all had it coming, they underestimated the power he carried. The same power he would share with his daughter.

"My, you've grown so much." His voice dripped with his amusement, eyeing the dark form of Iceheart-- they were almost twins, it seemed. Down to the orange of their eyes, though he liked to think he did the fierceness better. "I always knew you would fare better than that wretched mother of yours and that runt of a sister."

Time was limited, and he pressed his nose to the top of her head. "Iceheart, do not let the words of these fools blind you. It is your duty now to bring ShadowClan back to greatness. With this life, I grant you power. The strength to do what your pathetic predecessors could not-- restore ShadowClan to glory, and annihilate any Clan that dare stand in your path."

With these words, Wolverine took a step back. But he wasn't done. "I hail you by your new name, Icestar. Your old life is no more. I," it was like a slap in the face of StarClan, to proclaim it was a Dark Forest cat who was giving her such power, [b]"grant you the guardianship of ShadowClan. Defend it well, and do not disappoint me."

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[pidgeon]

It was.

In his wake came the stench of blood and death, the sensation of dread that'd leave many StarClan cats quaking in their fur. It was unusual for a Dark Forest entity to arrive in a leader's ceremony, especially one StarClan ruled-- but tonight, they had no choice but to allow him access. The Stars were always weaker than the darkness in the hearts of cats, and it was evident more than ever as Wolverine stepped toward his daughter.

It had been moons since he had formally seen her, cast out from the Clan after he had murdered his apprentice and several other warriors. They all had it coming, they underestimated the power he carried. The same power he would share with his daughter.

"My, you've grown so much." His voice dripped with his amusement, eyeing the dark form of Iceheart-- they were almost twins, it seemed. Down to the orange of their eyes, though he liked to think he did the fierceness better. "I always knew you would fare better than that wretched mother of yours and that runt of a sister."

Time was limited, and he pressed his nose to the top of her head. "Iceheart, do not let the words of these fools blind you. It is your duty now to bring ShadowClan back to greatness. With this life, I grant you power. The strength to do what your pathetic predecessors could not-- restore ShadowClan to glory, and annihilate any Clan that dare stand in your path."

With these words, Wolverine took a step back. But he wasn't done. "I hail you by your new name, Icestar. Your old life is no more. I," it was like a slap in the face of StarClan, to proclaim it was a Dark Forest cat who was giving her such power, [b]"grant you the guardianship of ShadowClan. Defend it well, and do not disappoint me."

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Venus Dust |+Tired Rose Child+| Haunted Fuzzyfeline RedHead

It was now more than ever that Icestar wished she were not mute due to the ceremony. She wanted to speak to him. She wanted to share her thoughts, her anger with him for abandoning her, for leaving her to be raised by Owlfeather. But alas, she could do nothing but listen and watch as the forest around her seemed to darken in the presence of the warrior from the Dark Forest.

She accepted the life, unable to do anything else. Unlike any of the previous lives, this one caused her no pain. She saw visions of bloody battles topped with victory, and felt the pride of her clan becoming strong and feared under her leadership. She saw herself through her father's eyes--just like him, fierce and ruthless, unforgiving of traitors. That's the leader she wanted to be.

She wanted to see him again someday, but had no way of letting him know. She could only hope that he would come to her again, in another dream. Before she knew it, the starry landscape was swept away from beneath her paws and she was plunged into darkness. When she opened her eyes, the moon no longer lit up the crystal. Her ceremony was done. She was now Icestar, leader of ShadowClan.

She padded confidently out of the mouth of the tunnel, feeling stronger, wiser, and more powerful than she ever had in her life. She'd nearly forgotten Badgerpaw was waiting outside for her, and her fur bristled for a brief moment when she saw her standing guard at the entrance.

[Freesia]

[ His full name is Beeblaze , his virtues are pride and loyalty ]
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Getting nudged , the blonde tom would take a few seconds to fully get up , shaking his pelt. He looked at the starlit clearing with awe , taking in the scenery.

Standing up straight , he looked at Tallmarsh , eyes widening slightly as the ceremony started. He immediately held his head a bit high , paying attention to the words she said. If he were to have an apprentice of his own one day , he'd need to know this!
He felt excitement prick at his paws , shifting his weight from side to sidr in impatience that was starting to burn in him. This was it!, He would soon receive his full name.

At the Thunderclan medicine cats question , he gave a firm nod to her. "I do!" He answered , his tone serious as he tried to hide the fact he was practically shaking with anticipation.


Tallmarsh nodded and continued, "Then by the powers of StarClan I give you your true name as a medicine cat. Beepaw, from this moment you will be known as Beeblaze. StarClan honors your pride and loyalty, and we welcome you as a full medicine cat of WindClan." She gave him a smile. The young tom was spunky and prideful, and she saw her younger self in him in some ways. She saw passion and pride--a strong spirit. The medicine cat knew that he would serve his Clan well. "Congratulations, Beeblaze," she purred.

Looking around, she said, "Now, are you ready to get back?" She paused her glance around the clearing when her eyes fell on a singular flower in the middle of the clearing, moonlight falling on it in just the right way to illuminate it. An iris. With all of the chaos lately, Tallmarsh had been keeping her eye out for a possible candidate for apprenticeship. There was no way this was a coincidence. StarClan was trying to tell her something... She remembered a kit with a lame leg--her name was Iriskit. That had to be who StarClan was pointing her towards.

[furrensic]

Tallmarsh nodded and continued, "Then by the powers of StarClan I give you your true name as a medicine cat. Beepaw, from this moment you will be known as Beeblaze. StarClan honors your pride and loyalty, and we welcome you as a full medicine cat of WindClan." She gave him a smile. The young tom was spunky and prideful, and she saw her younger self in him in some ways. She saw passion and pride--a strong spirit. The medicine cat knew that he would serve his Clan well. "Congratulations, Beeblaze," she purred.

Looking around, she said, "Now, are you ready to get back?" She paused her glance around the clearing when her eyes fell on a singular flower in the middle of the clearing, moonlight falling on it in just the right way to illuminate it. An iris. With all of the chaos lately, Tallmarsh had been keeping her eye out for a possible candidate for apprenticeship. There was no way this was a coincidence. StarClan was trying to tell her something... She remembered a kit with a lame leg--her name was Iriskit. That had to be who StarClan was pointing her towards.

Beepaw's eyes widened slightly at hearing his full name. It wasn't that he didn't like it — he was actually proud of it. Beeblaze. It sounded like a name that fit him. And he would live up to it , and become one of the best medicine cats.

He nodded to Tallmarsh at her question , his fur was a bit bristled from surprise in receiving his name. He still couldn't believe it , but he'd have to. "Yeah , this place is beautiful. But , i have to get back to Windclan and tell everybody about my full name." He'd meow , fur settling , puffing his chest a bit in pride the matched the pride and slight snark in his tone. Yeah. He was going to tell everybody! Mainly Blazingstar and Buttercupbreeze , his sister's , and probably Harveypaw. They'll be proud! He thought , a grin appearing.

[BEAR.]

The best thing about going to the Starcave and standing before the glistening crystal?

Looking at his reflection. Lionstorm was a handsome devil, and he knew it. He had to take a moment to admire his golden pelt in the light of the moon. Totally worth it.

But now he wasn't sure what to do, and he twitched his ears as he glanced back at Fallenstar. "I can't imagine we stand here staring at this rock all night, right?"
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[Starfall]

BILL.
Nostalgia flooded through the Tom as he hobbled into the glittering cave behind the golden feline. Last time he walked in here he was a wreck, so many self doubts that manifested and ate away at him. Now he was better. Just a physical wreck. Walking hurt, breathing was hard, but that was to be expected. He literally got 8 life’s ripped out of him.

He watched as Lionstorm began to make faces at himself in the reflection of the sacred stone that connected the clans to their ancestors. It made Fallenstream rethink his choice in his successor. “No.” he said after a moment. “Touch your nose against that reflection you were making googly eyes at.”

[BEAR.]

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"It's not my fault it complements my appearance," Lionstorm retorted with amusement before he settled down beside the rock. The cavern floor was icy to the touch, and contact with the Starstone wasn't much better. It was like sticking his nose in frozen water, but he didn't have a chance to recoil as darkness engulfed his vision.

When it cleared, he was in a starry forest-- a glade surrounded by trees with a tranquil creek flowing through the center. Any tension in his body was melted, and it was.. peculiar. This was just a stupid dream, he quickly determined. Maybe Lionstorm's body went into shock from the cold, and this was how his consciousness tried to pass the time while he laid dying in some distant cave. It wasn't like Fallenstar could bring him back to camp.

Before the creek, there was a collection of eight cats in a line. Lionstorm couldn't say he recognized any of them at a glance, though that remained to be seen. Maybe these would be more abominations from his dreams, nightmares that frequently plagued the little moments of rest he had.

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[ This leader ceremony is OPEN for anyone willing to give him a life. ]

[ Keep in mind: I do NOT want his lives to be traits he already has, and I would appreciate if you skimmed over Lionstorm's page (https://thepeacher.weebly.com/lionstorm.html) to make sure you avoid repeating behaviors he already has. I want his lives to be unique and meaningful.

The only lives that are reserved are #5, the life of Forgiveness from Shatteredstar [ Dipper ] and #9, the life of Appeasement from Fallenstar [ SpoopyStar ]. Once someone posts with #4, please wait for Dipper to post before moving on to #6.

To keep this moving, I will be doing a mass reaction post at the end of the ceremony. Do not wait for my post in between lives. Thank you! ]

[Dust]

On the left-end of the line was an youthful gray tabby cat. Her head was lifted in a prideful manner as she gracefully weaved her way forward to greet Lionstorm. Her frame was barely visible against the clear, pristine water bubbling in the creek.

"Lionstorm," Her voice boomed with confidence, "I was a warrior in RiverClan before you were even a thought in your mothers head. My name is Phantomwhisper. I've come to give you the life of Choice." Her gaze softened, cool blue eyes locked in a sudden and intense silence as she leaned forward to let the life flow through-out the golden tabby. "You always have a choice and there is no right or wrong answer... only what you believe is best. You choose to live your life in solitude or with family, to let yourself heal from your past... or let it define who you are. With this life comes a great responsibility. Each choice you make will come with repercussions, from those who oppose your ideals or help challenge your ways of thinking. Learn to understand the meaning behind their decisions." A memory of Phantomwhisper may flash in front of Lionstorm's eyes. It looked to be a patrol. 'Badger' dripped from the tongues of the ghostly figures, their faces blurred. It had been long ago. A hunt for a Badger in the territory. She had gone with the patrol, shining with confidence with barely any old age poking through her light gray pelt. The fight had been glorious - any warrior would have been proud too defend their clan from the beast -, but Phantomwhisper had been struck during battle. While she lay in the medicine den alone, her wounds too grievous to heal, she reflected on her life. And she was filled with regret for her past decisions. Pushing her family away... Neglecting her children on a quest to achieve greatness... She was meant to be the best! She was meant to lead RiverClan to greatness one day! Her eyes slipped down as her vision began to fade. Phantomwhisper had fallen prey to her over-confidence and prideful ambition, which had led to her untimely death... and she paid for it by spending her last moments on earth alone.

These had been her choices...

Once the StarClan feline had finished, she paced backwards. Her expression was unwavering, staring deep into him. With a simple dip of her head, Phantomwhisper took her place back in the line-up, but not without one last comment,

"RiverClan will thrive."

BILL.

[Haunted]

Seeing Phantomwhisper trekking away from Lionstorm's muscular form, a small kitten tumbled on large mittens to take her place, head lifted in a regal sense and eyes glistening with knowledge beyond her years. "I'm Boulderkit. I may be small, but my home is in Starclan now, and I've come to present you with your second life," Her voice was squeaky but bold, and she craned her neck to touch Lionstorm's nose with her own, her mittens leaning against his chest to support her small body. "I grant you the Life of Closure. Move forward past grief and any other troubles, and be the optic of hope for your clan in the darkest of times," The kitten let a memory pass on to Lionstorm - a hawk swooping down and grabbing the trembling kitten in it's talons, waking up in Starclan thinking she was back in her nest, watching from Starclan as her mother drowned in grief and was never the same again. "She never got over my death, and eventually left the clans. I can't reach her any more and I have no idea where she is. Don't let grief overcome you and your clanmates. Remain strong." Without another word, the kitten padded off to join the ranks of her other starry comrades, the glistening mist of Starclan shrouding her velvety silver pelt from view. BILL.

[.:Virgo:.]

BILL.

A large cat, with one ear completely slashed off and a tawny-colored tabby pelt approached the golden-colored cat with an indifferent expression. Burnishedscar had seen his fair share of battles and everyone knew it. His scent was one of dewy nights and dry reeds. The large tabby tom stopped right in front of him, dark green eyes shifting downwards to meet Lionstorm's.

"I am Burnishedscar, a former warrior of your clan." His thick Russian accent growled through his words. "I am to give you the life of Self-control. Everyone needs it, and yet so few have enough of it. Use it well to give yourself control over your inner urges, and over the darkness inside you."

And with that, Burnishedscar tipped his head down and placed his nose upon the yellow tom's head. A cold feeling rushed through him as his life ebbed into Lionstorm. His life was filled with pain, and rage until he was finally put into his place. All because he didn't have enough self-control, and gave into the darkness inside his heart. Inside of every cat's heart, there was darkness, but you had to have a lot of self-control to not give in.

Burnishedscar strode back into the fog surrounding the ethereal clearing. His dark brown pelt faded into the grey until only his dark green eyes were left, and even those faded as well.

[pidgeon]

BILL.

As the last cat rejoined the starry ranks, a scrawny, yet tall, white-and-grey splotched tom trotted forward to meet the new leader of RiverClan. With his lanky limbs, he stood about a head taller than the golden tabby.

"Greetings, Lionstorm. I am Gullsplash." The tom's voice was high-pitched, and his eyes seemed to blaze with excitement like a wildfire.
"I hereby grant you the life of Patience. Use it to undertake calm, rational decisions, and don't let your emotions cause you to leap to conclusions and make hasty choices that you may regret one day." The light tom craned his neck to touch his nose to Lionstorm's, throwing him into a spiral that felt of anger and lost-tempers.

This life showed Lionstorm a vision from the perspective of the lanky tom, as he lunged through the undergrowth of the forest as a young warrior. He felt the fire of the chase in his heart as he ran, driving out a cat who smelled of a different clan. It was his chance to prove himself a loyal RiverClan cat! He may not have been born into this clan, but it was his home now. Though the driving rain stabbed at the tom's eyes and weighed down his usually light pelt, he kept going and going, his eyes locked on the rain-spattered pelt ahead of him. Before he knew it, the cat had leapt into the air, clearing an obstacle that went unseen to the limber cat who was giving the chase. The river. He was moving too quickly to register the sight that stretched in front of him, and when he tried to skid to a stop, the mud under his paws stopped any form of traction, and the pale cat went sliding into the churning, flooded river, sending him crashing below the surface of the brackish water, never to emerge alive.

"Remember to take it slow when making important choices," Gullsplash spoke, pulling the soon-to-be-leader out of the vision. His whiskers twitched and the corners of his mouth were raised in a slight smirk. "I may be using my death as a metaphor for you, but it's just as important any way you think of it. If you do things you might regret, then, well...uh, you'll regret them." The awkward tom gave a shrug, not great at speaking. To save himself from further embarrassment, he darted quickly back into the star-covered line of cats, his thin tail whipping behind him.

[Fawn]

A broad-shouldered and muscular she-cat emerged from the crowd of starry warriors, her gait unusual in its clumsy stiffness from a misstructured hip. She paused in front of Lionstorm and raised her green eyes to stare into the reflection of herself waiting in dichromatic stoicism, expression unreadable. "Listen, pal," Shatteredstar began, "Who I am isn't relevant, but know I've led my share of Clans. I've seen every mistake in the stars." Her leveled pause and unwavering gaze said it all, I know who you are. I know your type. If this is what SkyClan had become, Shatteredstar was determined to ensure old missteps that'd fractured their unity wouldn't be repeated. "You think you're powerful, but you have no idea." Shatteredstar shook her head slowly. "I will tell you the secret, Lionstorm. Real power is when someone has indisputably wronged you, and you have every reason to hold onto your hate -- but you don't. Instead, you say, 'I forgive you.'" Shatteredstar let that sink in for several moments, already gauging the initial resistance it was bound to receive from a cat who'd never been caught the art of pardoning, allowing that to pass as he would eventually settle into an understanding of the control this brought. Prompting him, she questioned, "Do you understand?"

SkyClan had been divided for too long over unresolved arguments, and it was only forgiveness that'd enabled them to fit the pieces together again. Even though they were no longer DawnClan and DuskClan, it would never be the same, she'd lost too much in the meantime. Leaning forward to close the distance between her and Lionstorm, Shatteredstar intended to aid his understanding in providing the sensation of years of inward struggle, the internalized fury that wore on its captor more than its target, the nights of wishing ill upon someone, sheer anguish and helplessness. The sole respite from the massive negative energy was a sudden calm, the total expulsion of it after an extension of forgiveness. A gulp of fresh air, the ability to breathe again--it was a chance to start anew and banish tiresome grudges.

Shatteredstar broke the contact, taking a few paces backward to offer closing thoughts. "You will be angered by the actions of others. There's no end to the mouse-brains, the immoral fiends, the shifty deputies, or the uncaring leaders of the forest. Their short-sighted behaviors are beyond your control. What is within your control is the choice to forgive them when there is plenty of justification not to." Shatteredstar turned away with her head high, returning to the starry figures but stopping short to glance over her shoulder. Although it was spoken harshly, a quiver of emotion twisted her parting warning, "Do not mess up my Clan worse than I did." And then, she had disappeared.

BILL.

[Doom]

BILL.

Next from the stars stepped out a small tom, scrawny and aged. He bore a white pelt with brown tabby splotches, many scars, and bright green eyes that beamed up at Lionstorm with a spirit much younger than he looked.

"Greetings, Lionstorm." he spoke smoothly, with a voice much richer than expected from his size, "My name is Chestnutfall. You may have heard of me – I died shortly after your promotion to deputy." Looking back on his death was embarrassing, but his starvation had simply become inevitable. "All my life, I had dedicated myself to helping others, constantly giving and serving and being the most reliable Clanmate I could be." He smiled in remembrance of the many friends he had made, proud to still be able to watch over many of them to this day. "I have experienced loss, love, heartbreak, success, failure, and I have learned so much from the relationships I have created and lost over my lifespan. But little did I know, I had forgotten to take care of myself between the sidelines. Stubbornness had gotten the best of me, and I hadn't realized the direness of my health until my senior years as a warrior. By that time it was too late to recover, and it was hard for me to gain weight, keep stamina, or do much of anything." Chestnutfall lowered his head. "I could have lived much longer, Lionstorm. And I am greatly ashamed to admit this. Don't make the same mistakes I did."

Glancing back up at the yellow feline, Chestnutfall sighed, trying to shake off the heavy topic. "So with this life, I give you Devoted Balance." Chestnutfall's gaze blazed at the mentioning, "Use it wisely to distribute time between your work life and personal life. Always be there for others, but remember your work is not everything, and while you are a leader, it is still your responsibility to take care of yourself, too." With that said, he planted his nose on Lionstorm's head, transferring the life with a warm rush. Good feelings of love and kindness towards others came with it, all his years of companionship would fill Lionstorm's heart. But along with it came the deep, empty, hollowed pain of loss, regret, and self-loathing. It would empty Lionstorm's stomach and drain his energy, fatiguing him the same way Chestnutfall felt during his last moments in life – torture. It was all the things he wished he didn't ignore.

Once the life was completely given, Chestnutfall dipped his head goodbye, and trailed back into the depths of stars and darkness.

[sunflowerseed]

BILL.


A large starry tom emerged from the crowd, ears pricked in anticipation for himself and Lionstorm. He made his way slowly over to the tom, giving him time to recover only slightly from the shock of the life he was just given. He stood confident in front the tom, twitching his whiskers in a simple greeting. "My name is Longstride, though who I am is not point. This night is about you."The tom leaned over, nose inches form Lionstorms. "I give you the life of Perspective, so that you might see every angel of whatever issue tries to dull your clans path. Life is too short to make rash decisions." The tom pressed his nose to Lionstorms


Lionstorm was forced into the cats memory of death. The tom was in the river, water rushed over the tom as his claws sunk into the earth of the bank, he reached for the closest the option of rescue. His claws tried to dig into the rock he had chosen but he was becoming tired and it was impossible to penetrate the stony surface, the tom cried out in hopelessness as he was plunged back into the water. He opened his eyes underwater only to notice a soft branch that would've given him chance to escape. He spend his last moments staring at that branch.

"Good luck."The starry tom flicked his tail and he turned and trotted into the crowd again.He watched the ceremony from afar.

[BEAR.]

There was too much going on at once. Lionstorm's stomach twisted with discomfort at the first entity's mention of his mother. What was this shade trying to tell him? That it was her choice to abandon him in the territory, left to be plucked away by some bird?

No, he realized as her nose touched his head. This wasn't about her, this was about his choices and how it might impact him in the future. He could feel her pride, the ambition to be the greatest only to fall short by a simple mistake.

It left him feeling hollow, a sensation of emptiness at the thought of being alone.

When the kitten approached him, the first thing Lionstorm felt toward her was pity. She was tinier than most of the kittens he'd seen!

A life of closure. Lionstorm wanted to laugh. He didn't need closure, he was fine-- this was fine. But Boulderkit seemed to think otherwise when her touch left him recoiling from pain.

He didn't experience this with his last 'life'-- it was like his pelt was being ripped into by talons, shredding into every fiber of his being until it ebbed into nothingness. What kind of sick prank was this? Lionstorm was under the impression this was some.. nightmare, and he wanted to wake up. Now.

But he didn't, and instead another cat approached. Self-control? Darkness? These cats were speaking nonsense. Lionstorm was as pure as they come, the most rational, respectable cat in River--

Another flinch back at the pain, somehow worse than his previous flare. The impulsive itch at his paws was ebbing, if only slightly. Why..

Lionstorm was beginning to grow frustrated, irked that his urge to act without thinking was being limited. He didn't need these 'lives', he was doing well without them. RiverClan was doing great.

It felt like they were tearing him apart at his core.

At least the next cat seemed more pleasant, and almost instantly Lionstorm felt a sort of.. connection? to him. Gullsplash? He didn't recognize the name, and he didn't care for patience, but he understood the need to prove himself to the Clan. Neither of them had RiverClan blood, but it didn't change that it was their home.

The sensation of drowning was something Lionstorm couldn't shake, not when it felt like there was a heavy pressure in his chest and he couldn't breath. He wanted to, so desperately, but when he tried he choked on nothingness. It wasn't as painful as some of his other lives, but.. it definitely left an impact. He didn't plan on going near the river anytime soon.

And when Gullsplash was gone, another cat took his place. A powerful she-cat who's mere presence demanded respect, and Lionstorm couldn't help but give it. She was captivating, imposing, and..

She made a lot more sense to him than these other cats. To forgive was a more powerful move than to hold onto grudges. That, Lionstorm could get on board with. He liked his power trips.

Maybe not the pain, though. This time, it was like he was on fire-- his sense of anger and resentment burning away into the cool sensation of a calm peace. There was no tension under his skin, only the relaxation that came from moving forward.

If Shatteredstar could be sure of anything, it'd be that Lionstorm would do his best to protect RiverClan.

The next cat was someone he barely recognized, and if it weren't for him introducing himself, Lionstorm wouldn't be able to tell him more. He couldn't recall seeing much of this.. Chestnutfall around RiverClan. Did he actually go on patrols..? Lionstorm thought for sure if that was the case, he'd have seen him more.

Lionstorm wasn't Chestnutfall. He served his Clan to the best of his ability but he wasn't stupid. He made sure to keep himself in pristine condition-- how else would he be so handsome?

The emotions and pain that followed weren't something Lionstorm wanted to experience again, anyway. It seemed like too much negativity for one cat. A needless waste of energy Lionstorm didn't care for.

But he seemed to be nearing the end, letting out an uneasy huff as the fatigue faded only for the next cat to approach.

Another cat telling him he was rash? Lionstorm wanted to take offense. He had two eyes, he wasn't blind. He definitely looked at all angles before making a decision. Kind of. Not really.

Okay, so maybe he should be better about it. But it worked out for RiverClan so far, didn't it? They were the strongest they'd ever been, and had more territory to show for it.

Another sensation of drowning crashed over him in a wave, and Lionstorm was glad he didn't join this Drowned Party when he was participating in the swimming competition. Dying like that must've been awful, and it wasn't on his to-do list.

But that didn't cover the pain he felt, the clear-sightedness that opened his eyes to the perspectives from the other Clans. Frostflight. And he hated that.

He didn't want this understanding. He liked things the way they were before.

"Lionstorm."

The next cat to speak was an elderly tabby tom, his sharp golden eyes seeping beneath Lionstorm's pelt as he regarded him. "It's been a long time since we've seen each other last. Let us hope you don't repeat your actions of the past."

Crossing the starry clearing, he pressed his nose to the top of Lionstorm's head. "The life I give you is regret. The choices you make will have consequences, ones that will affect the lives and well-being of your Clan-mates and others, and it will become your duty to repent for your wrong-doings. Everything that happens will be on your paws because of your choices, not the paws of others."

Lionstorm felt a flicker of recognition of this tom, though his name was outside his reach-- and the pain that came with this life was one he couldn't shake. It was crippling, to the point in which Lionstorm was sinking toward the ground, and it came with an overwhelming sense of remorse. Regret of how he had treated some cats in the past-- especially Fawnpaw, one of the only consistencies in his life.

Hawkstar's unsympathetic gaze lingered on Lionstorm. "You destroyed my Clan once, and I regret not being able to stop you before. You have an opportunity to make things right-- don't throw that away." On that note, Hawkstar turned away, reclaiming his spot among the collection of spirits that attended the ceremony.

All that was left was Fallenstar.

Lionstorm didn't understand why he seemed to be the final cat in the lineup. He wasn't dead, and if this was the so called StarClan, wouldn't it be another ghost?

It seemed the eighth cat was aware of his confusion, as Hawkstar was the first to speak. "It is unusual for a leader to make the journey here and relinquish their leader lives to us as a resignation. Because of this, Fallenstar, you are being granted the opportunity to pass the ninth life you received from us to Lionstorm. Use this gift wisely."

SpoopyStar

[Starfall]

He watched as the tabby pressed his nose against the rock, his stomach feeling heavy as it finally settled in. This was the end of his leadership. He would be lying if he said he wasn't even a little bit dissapointed. But he supposed he was attacked and fell in that hole for a reason. If things stayed the same, the clan wouldn't have room to grow.

Moments behind Lionstorm, he too pressed his nose against the cold rock. Sparks and jolts of energy shot through his body. His muscles remembered the burst of adrenaline as if it was yesterday. The brief moments of overwhelming power as he made his way to the land where his ancestors walked. But he was better than he was seasons ago. He wasn't unsure, his judgement wasn't clouded. He was sure of what he wanted now. He saw where he wanted to go and his goals.

He faded into the other world, yet he was facing Lionstorm, sitting next to some familiar faces, other's not so familiar. Some pelts more faded than others. Some younger, some older. Yes. This all felt so familiar, but he was on the other side of the looking glass. His stomach was doing flips, something he hadn't felt in moons. Uncertanty.

Fallenstar watched as Lionstorm received his lives. Ears flicked fowards as he watched the toms reactions. Pain. He seemed to be in unbearable pain? Surely it was a mistake, a test by Starclan. He didn't feel quite as much pain as he believed the tabby was. Yet. With each life he watched the tom flinch, choke, wheeze. 'What is this? A new test? Are they seeing if he's truly strong enough to be a leader?'

Than a tom stepped forwards, one he had never seen before. Yet he talked to his deputy as if they were old friends...old somethings, that is. Confusion clouded all of his senses as he gave Lionstorm a confused look, complimenting how he was feeling. Surely this tom had confused him for someone else he knew in the past? Could his ancestors do that? After the black feline heard Hawkstar mention 'Destroying his clan' than he was almost positive he had the golden tabby confused for someone else.

Than that tom turned his attention to him. One look in the eyes made Fallenstar rethink his opinion on his 'mix up' about Lionstorm. "I will. Thank you." he said, bowing his head. He lingered there for a few moments. Unmoving. What life was he to give his hothead of a deputy? They all had such signifigant lives to give. What has he poured into his own life as of late? What has he done to give his life a meaning? Worth passing down to his successor?

Finally. The beat up tom lifted his head and walked towards Lionstorm. Lapis eyes flickered with a light of determination. "Lionstorm. I pass unto you, the last life I recieved when I became Riverclans leader. My final leader life." he began. "With it, I give you the life of Appeasement." he stated. There was no room for questioning, or second guessing. This is what he was going to give his deputy. His leader. "Not all wars had to happen. Not all cats who died had to. May you use this life to realize, it's sometimes best to step away from the flames rather than feed them." All the clanmates he'd lost. Those two kits. Rowanshade. His mother. Honeypool. Waterstreak. They tried so hard to pacify those around them too angry and hot headed to realize what they were doing. He'd admit he was one of those arrogant felines.

He pressed his nose against his head and pushed all his emotions into the tom. The unbearable sadness from loosing so many family members. The sickly unease he felt as he lead so many warriors and apprentices to their doom. The blind hatred he felt towards Waterstreak, and the feeling of complete weakness he felt after he murdered the tom. He poured it all out into Lionstorm, seasons and seasons of nothing but death and destruction and sadness. Just because he was too proud to be looked down upon. Not that he wasn't still, he just liked to think he was a little smarter when it came to choosing what battles to fight.

After a moment, Fallenstream pulled away and looked at the other. Than stepped back a few pawsteps, not completley joining the ranks of the dead.

BILL.

[BEAR.]

When Fallenstar stepped up, Lionstorm thought he was ready. This was Fallenstar, after all-- he didn't intend on bringing Lionstorm pain. Not like these others!

.. But this wasn't different when Fallenstar touched him. It hurt just as much as his last life, perhaps even a little more. It wasn't in Lionstorm's nature to back down, not when RiverClan had so much to gain by being aggressive. Why couldn't he see that?

Lionstorm grimaced as the life flowed through him, pain combined with nausea and sadness seeping into his bones and leaving him drained and tired. He was exhausted. All of this was exhausting and now, he just wanted to go home.

The ceremony was almost over, it seemed. Hawkstar's voice rang clear through the glade: "I hail you by your new name, Lionstar. Your old life is no more. You have now received the nine lives of a leader, and StarClan grants you the guardianship of RiverClan. 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."

With these final words, the starry world around them was fading, and Lionstar's eyes snapped open in the Starcave.
SpoopyStar

[Freesia]

Beepaw's eyes widened slightly at hearing his full name. It wasn't that he didn't like it — he was actually proud of it. Beeblaze. It sounded like a name that fit him. And he would live up to it , and become one of the best medicine cats.

He nodded to Tallmarsh at her question , his fur was a bit bristled from surprise in receiving his name. He still couldn't believe it , but he'd have to. "Yeah , this place is beautiful. But , i have to get back to Windclan and tell everybody about my full name." He'd meow , fur settling , puffing his chest a bit in pride the matched the pride and slight snark in his tone. Yeah. He was going to tell everybody! Mainly Blazingstar and Buttercupbreeze , his sister's , and probably Harveypaw. They'll be proud! He thought , a grin appearing.


Tallmarsh began to walk away, back towards the Clans, when she stopped suddenly and spun around. "Beeblaze, you know, if you ever need help with anything, don't hesitate to ask me. I didn't train you, but if you have questions about being a medicine cat, don't forget that I'm a resource," she blurted out. She wanted to be a resource for Beeblaze, like Shinefang and Daydream had been. Her heart clenched remembering the former medicine cats. It was hard for her to believe that she was technically the most experienced medicine cat now, but she wanted to be there for the others to help them as they learned and grew.

---- timeskip! ----

Lilyfur2

Back again. Tallmarsh stopped at the entrance to the tunnel that led down. She turned to Iriskit. No doubt the journey had been hard for the little kit, but the medicine cat had tried to help her best she could. "You ready?" she asked. In the past moons, she had visited the Starcave three times--much more compared to the mere one time she had visited before. Even though she had visited so many times, she felt like StarClan had barely said anything to her, other than showing her who to choose as her apprentice.

The moon was already overhead, so they didn't have much time. "Let's go." The dark tabby led the way down the sloping tunnel, making sure she took it slow for Iriskit. As they went further and further down, the tunnel became darker and darker. They were walking in complete darkness for only a few moments when a bright light became visible up ahead. The tunnel opened up into a cave with a brilliantly-lit crystal in the middle, illuminated by the moonlight shining down through a hole in the ceiling. "This is the Starcave. Shall we get started?" Tallmarsh said, turning to Iriskit.

((okay, so tallmarsh is going to recite the regular med cat apprentice ceremony stuff, then iriskit will touch her nose to the stone and then the two will lay down and have a dream in starclan, ig they can just talk to some starclan cat about being a medcat or something))

[Starfall]

He came to feeling tired. Though that was to be expected he supposed. A mortal giving a life to another the way the immortal did. His bones ached. But the warrior picked himself up and looked at his leader. "How are you feeling?" he asked, a hint of hesitation edging in his voice.

By the way Lionstar looked during the ceremony, he wasn't sure of the others answer. The usual determined 'I'm great!' he looked worn out. More so than a newly named leader should be after recieving lives.

But what did he know? Fallenstream knew all cats were born differently. Some were much stronger in areas other's were weak in. Maybe this was a weakness of Lionstar's?
BILL.

[Moon Lily]

Tallmarsh began to walk away, back towards the Clans, when she stopped suddenly and spun around. "Beeblaze, you know, if you ever need help with anything, don't hesitate to ask me. I didn't train you, but if you have questions about being a medicine cat, don't forget that I'm a resource," she blurted out. She wanted to be a resource for Beeblaze, like Shinefang and Daydream had been. Her heart clenched remembering the former medicine cats. It was hard for her to believe that she was technically the most experienced medicine cat now, but she wanted to be there for the others to help them as they learned and grew.

---- timeskip! ----

Lilyfur2

Back again. Tallmarsh stopped at the entrance to the tunnel that led down. She turned to Iriskit. No doubt the journey had been hard for the little kit, but the medicine cat had tried to help her best she could. "You ready?" she asked. In the past moons, she had visited the Starcave three times--much more compared to the mere one time she had visited before. Even though she had visited so many times, she felt like StarClan had barely said anything to her, other than showing her who to choose as her apprentice.

The moon was already overhead, so they didn't have much time. "Let's go." The dark tabby led the way down the sloping tunnel, making sure she took it slow for Iriskit. As they went further and further down, the tunnel became darker and darker. They were walking in complete darkness for only a few moments when a bright light became visible up ahead. The tunnel opened up into a cave with a brilliantly-lit crystal in the middle, illuminated by the moonlight shining down through a hole in the ceiling. "This is the Starcave. Shall we get started?" Tallmarsh said, turning to Iriskit.

((okay, so tallmarsh is going to recite the regular med cat apprentice ceremony stuff, then iriskit will touch her nose to the stone and then the two will lay down and have a dream in starclan, ig they can just talk to some starclan cat about being a medcat or something))
@Delta

Iriskit hobbled throughout the journey, trying her best to brave the cold rock and stone that led up to the place she had only heard stories of. The highstones. She clambered up the final stone, and hurried after Tallmarsh into the dark, damp cave that lead into a darker cavern. She wondered what was in here that was so important. She had often heard of stories about the highstones, but she couldn’t seem to recall what was inside. Only one way to find out...

Iriskit shuffled into the cavern, moonlight dancing in her eyes. It was a stone...but not just any stone. It was beautiful, shining, the light dancing across it in shades of all colours. Woah...it’s so..., she thought, unable to finish. She jolted at Tallmarsh’s direction, and Immediately blamed herself for being so jumpy. She hesitated for a moment, then nodded shyly.
“Yes. I think so...”
((Sure! Sounds good!))

[Freesia]

@Delta

Iriskit hobbled throughout the journey, trying her best to brave the cold rock and stone that led up to the place she had only heard stories of. The highstones. She clambered up the final stone, and hurried after Tallmarsh into the dark, damp cave that lead into a darker cavern. She wondered what was in here that was so important. She had often heard of stories about the highstones, but she couldn’t seem to recall what was inside. Only one way to find out...

Iriskit shuffled into the cavern, moonlight dancing in her eyes. It was a stone...but not just any stone. It was beautiful, shining, the light dancing across it in shades of all colours. Woah...it’s so..., she thought, unable to finish. She jolted at Tallmarsh’s direction, and Immediately blamed herself for being so jumpy. She hesitated for a moment, then nodded shyly.
“Yes. I think so...”
((Sure! Sounds good!))


Tallmarsh fought back the smile that crept onto her face. She had to admit, she was excited to have another apprentice--and a medicine cat apprentice at that. She may have acted like she never wanted to be a medicine cat in the first place--which she didn't--but she had learned to enjoy her job. She was serving her Clan and keeping her Clanmates healthy. She had come a long way from the cat she was a year ago, and she was ready to pass on her knowledge to Iriskit.

She had never actually witnessed an official medicine cat apprentice ceremony. The only one she had seen was Goosepaw's ceremony to become Daydream's apprentice, but that wasn't exactly conventional, so the ThunderClan medicine cat had prepared something herself. She began, "Iriskit, you've reached the age of six moons, and you are ready to become an apprentice. StarClan chose you to be my apprentice, and I trust that they have made the correct decision. Do you wish to serve your Clan wholeheartedly as the medicine cat apprentice?"

[BEAR.]

He came to feeling tired. Though that was to be expected he supposed. A mortal giving a life to another the way the immortal did. His bones ached. But the warrior picked himself up and looked at his leader. "How are you feeling?" he asked, a hint of hesitation edging in his voice.

By the way Lionstar looked during the ceremony, he wasn't sure of the others answer. The usual determined 'I'm great!' he looked worn out. More so than a newly named leader should be after recieving lives.

But what did he know? Fallenstream knew all cats were born differently. Some were much stronger in areas other's were weak in. Maybe this was a weakness of Lionstar's?
BILL.


"It's like.. the Star Cats were bullying me," the words escaped Lionstar with a groan as he staggered to his paws.

Exhausted. Hurt. Frustrated. These were all terms that could describe him in that moment, and he just wanted to go home. "Stars, did it feel like your body was rejecting it when you did this?"

From Fallenstream's hesitant reactions, he couldn't tell, shaking his head as he stumbled toward the cave's mouth. "We should head home."

[Moon Lily]

Tallmarsh fought back the smile that crept onto her face. She had to admit, she was excited to have another apprentice--and a medicine cat apprentice at that. She may have acted like she never wanted to be a medicine cat in the first place--which she didn't--but she had learned to enjoy her job. She was serving her Clan and keeping her Clanmates healthy. She had come a long way from the cat she was a year ago, and she was ready to pass on her knowledge to Iriskit.

She had never actually witnessed an official medicine cat apprentice ceremony. The only one she had seen was Goosepaw's ceremony to become Daydream's apprentice, but that wasn't exactly conventional, so the ThunderClan medicine cat had prepared something herself. She began, "Iriskit, you've reached the age of six moons, and you are ready to become an apprentice. StarClan chose you to be my apprentice, and I trust that they have made the correct decision. Do you wish to serve your Clan wholeheartedly as the medicine cat apprentice?"

Delta

Iriskit felt a jumble of emotions rush through her pelt at once. Wonder at the phenomenon she was facing, fear of the future, happy that she had reached her dream, sadness at the thought of her failing, anger at enemies that would try to hurt her clan, and an array of others. She didn't really know what to do right now. She just had to trust that she could follow Tallmarsh, and that she would do the best she could. After all, there wasn't much else she could count on right now, besides herself. She felt an increasing sense of excitement drown out all her other emotions as Tallmarsh began the cermony. She could do this.

After Tallmarsh finished her words, Iriskit hesitated for a moment. If she wanted ro, she could be with all the other kits right now, standing in front of the leader, ready for their journey to become a warrior. Or she could still be in the nursery, forced to remain there forever due to her disability. Or, she could stay here, in the Starcave, ready to take on a Destiny few decided to take. She thought to herswlf, then nodded internally. She took a deep breath in. She knew what she wanted to do. She waited a few moments more, then responded:
"I do."

[Freesia]

Delta

Iriskit felt a jumble of emotions rush through her pelt at once. Wonder at the phenomenon she was facing, fear of the future, happy that she had reached her dream, sadness at the thought of her failing, anger at enemies that would try to hurt her clan, and an array of others. She didn't really know what to do right now. She just had to trust that she could follow Tallmarsh, and that she would do the best she could. After all, there wasn't much else she could count on right now, besides herself. She felt an increasing sense of excitement drown out all her other emotions as Tallmarsh began the cermony. She could do this.

After Tallmarsh finished her words, Iriskit hesitated for a moment. If she wanted ro, she could be with all the other kits right now, standing in front of the leader, ready for their journey to become a warrior. Or she could still be in the nursery, forced to remain there forever due to her disability. Or, she could stay here, in the Starcave, ready to take on a Destiny few decided to take. She thought to herswlf, then nodded internally. She took a deep breath in. She knew what she wanted to do. She waited a few moments more, then responded:
"I do."

Tallmarsh took a deep breath. Once she finished the speaking part, the two of them would touch their noses to the crystal, and StarClan would hopefully come to them in a dream. After that, Iriskit would be her apprentice, and her training would begin. She continued, looking up at the ceiling, "StarClan, Iriskit has chosen to follow the path you set before her. She has accepted her destiny as a medicine cat. Grant her the wisdom necessary to be able to heal her Clan efficiently and correctly." Looking back down at Iriskit, she purred, "Iriskit, you have reached the age of six moons, and it is time for you to be apprenticed. From now until you receive your full medicine cat name, you will be known as Irispaw. I hope that I will be able to pass down all that I know to you, and that you will become the link between ThunderClan and StarClan, as a medicine cat should be." The second part had been the traditional words spoken at an apprentice ceremony, with Tallmarsh's own little twist on it.

She motioned with her tail for Irispaw to follow her over to the Moonstone, and once they were both in front of it, she laid down and touched her nose to the stone's cold surface. As she felt her eyelids grow heavy and eventually close, she hoped that they would have a dream from StarClan.

((You can decide the dream, since it's Irispaw's ceremony))

[Moon Lily]

Tallmarsh took a deep breath. Once she finished the speaking part, the two of them would touch their noses to the crystal, and StarClan would hopefully come to them in a dream. After that, Iriskit would be her apprentice, and her training would begin. She continued, looking up at the ceiling, "StarClan, Iriskit has chosen to follow the path you set before her. She has accepted her destiny as a medicine cat. Grant her the wisdom necessary to be able to heal her Clan efficiently and correctly." Looking back down at Iriskit, she purred, "Iriskit, you have reached the age of six moons, and it is time for you to be apprenticed. From now until you receive your full medicine cat name, you will be known as Irispaw. I hope that I will be able to pass down all that I know to you, and that you will become the link between ThunderClan and StarClan, as a medicine cat should be." The second part had been the traditional words spoken at an apprentice ceremony, with Tallmarsh's own little twist on it.

She motioned with her tail for Irispaw to follow her over to the Moonstone, and once they were both in front of it, she laid down and touched her nose to the stone's cold surface. As she felt her eyelids grow heavy and eventually close, she hoped that they would have a dream from StarClan.

((You can decide the dream, since it's Irispaw's ceremony))
Iriskit closed her eyes as Tallmarsh spoke. She was doing this. She could do this. She would do this. She smiled, the happiness filling her from head to tail-tip. Her eyes flickered open, and she stood up a little straighter. She was an apprentice now! She remembered, surprised. She was a medicine cat apprentice. Before the overflowing excitement could too her over, she looked up to smiled at Tallmarsh.
"Thank you...I'll try to be the best I can be!" She confirmed , her chest puffing out with renewed confidence.

She followed Tallmarsh to the stone, whiskers twitching curiously. The crystal looked so beautiful, especially with the starlight twinkling from above. She remembered the powers it had once the moon was aligned with it. She followed Tallmarsh, her steps careful and purposeful. She settled down beside her mentor, touching her nose to the stone. Her eyes were heavy with a strange tiredness, and she let the stone lull her softly to sleep. Where would her sleep take her?

~~~

Irispaw woke up in an unfamiliar foggy clearing, the sky speckles with light stars. The air smelt of crisp oaks, and the earth around them remained silent. She stepped forward in the grass, recognizing the dark she-cat to her right as Tallmarsh. She stepped forward into the fog, the moisture tickling her nose. She heard pawsteps approach, and the silhouette of cat emerge from the fog.
"Hello? Who are you?" The cat didn't answer at first, and she felt a mewl of hopelessness thrum in her chest. The cat emerged, and her heart leaped at the sight of them. It was her...? She stepped backwards, ears tucked back tightly. The cat smiled, eyebrows curving sympathetically.
"It's me, don't worry." Her mother mewed tenderly, stepping closer. Irispaw steered herself backwards. It was her fault, everything was. There was a flash of recognition in the older-she's eyes, and she spoke to comfort her.
"It's not your fault what happened to me. I'm not mad. Listen, you are a medicine cat apprentice now. You can stop that from happening. You are bigger than you see yourself as."
Irispaw glanced at the ground, starlight dancing across her paws, her head ran her back to that moment. Her mother surrounded by a pool of blood. The taunts. A small flare of hope, the tiniest of scraps, bloomed. She could stop that now. She would stop that. She turned back to Tallmarsh, nodding. Her mother padded closer, touching her nose to hers. Irispaw remained there, vulnerable, then padded back towards Tallmarsh.
"I'm ready." She who to her mentor.
I'm ready

Delta

((Last minute idea, lol))

[Freesia]

Iriskit closed her eyes as Tallmarsh spoke. She was doing this. She could do this. She would do this. She smiled, the happiness filling her from head to tail-tip. Her eyes flickered open, and she stood up a little straighter. She was an apprentice now! She remembered, surprised. She was a medicine cat apprentice. Before the overflowing excitement could too her over, she looked up to smiled at Tallmarsh.
"Thank you...I'll try to be the best I can be!" She confirmed , her chest puffing out with renewed confidence.

She followed Tallmarsh to the stone, whiskers twitching curiously. The crystal looked so beautiful, especially with the starlight twinkling from above. She remembered the powers it had once the moon was aligned with it. She followed Tallmarsh, her steps careful and purposeful. She settled down beside her mentor, touching her nose to the stone. Her eyes were heavy with a strange tiredness, and she let the stone lull her softly to sleep. Where would her sleep take her?

~~~

Irispaw woke up in an unfamiliar foggy clearing, the sky speckles with light stars. The air smelt of crisp oaks, and the earth around them remained silent. She stepped forward in the grass, recognizing the dark she-cat to her right as Tallmarsh. She stepped forward into the fog, the moisture tickling her nose. She heard pawsteps approach, and the silhouette of cat emerge from the fog.
"Hello? Who are you?" The cat didn't answer at first, and she felt a mewl of hopelessness thrum in her chest. The cat emerged, and her heart leaped at the sight of them. It was her...? She stepped backwards, ears tucked back tightly. The cat smiled, eyebrows curving sympathetically.
"It's me, don't worry." Her mother mewed tenderly, stepping closer. Irispaw steered herself backwards. It was her fault, everything was. There was a flash of recognition in the older-she's eyes, and she spoke to comfort her.
"It's not your fault what happened to me. I'm not mad. Listen, you are a medicine cat apprentice now. You can stop that from happening. You are bigger than you see yourself as."
Irispaw glanced at the ground, starlight dancing across her paws, her head ran her back to that moment. Her mother surrounded by a pool of blood. The taunts. A small flare of hope, the tiniest of scraps, bloomed. She could stop that now. She would stop that. She turned back to Tallmarsh, nodding. Her mother padded closer, touching her nose to hers. Irispaw remained there, vulnerable, then padded back towards Tallmarsh.
"I'm ready." She who to her mentor.
I'm ready

Delta

((Last minute idea, lol))

Tallmarsh opened her eyes to the now-familiar starlit clearing of StarClan. She hung back and watched as Irispaw stepped forward and a she-cat moved to meet her. Tallmarsh had never seen her before, but Irispaw obviously recognized her. Something about this she-cat seemed familiar. It must've been the way she talked, or maybe it was her appearance, but she reminded the medicine cat of her new apprentice. Was this her mother? She returned Irispaw's nod with a faint smile. "Let's get started, then," she answered.

((this seems like a good place to end it! i'll let staff know we've finished the ceremony rp and we can start a training rp soon if you'd like ^^))

[Moon Lily]

Tallmarsh opened her eyes to the now-familiar starlit clearing of StarClan. She hung back and watched as Irispaw stepped forward and a she-cat moved to meet her. Tallmarsh had never seen her before, but Irispaw obviously recognized her. Something about this she-cat seemed familiar. It must've been the way she talked, or maybe it was her appearance, but she reminded the medicine cat of her new apprentice. Was this her mother? She returned Irispaw's nod with a faint smile. "Let's get started, then," she answered.

((this seems like a good place to end it! i'll let staff know we've finished the ceremony rp and we can start a training rp soon if you'd like ^^))

Delta

Irispaw turned, bounding over to Tallmarsh, watching as her mother disappeared. Her heart aches to be back in the nursery with her again. She smiled at the empty space, her soul finally free. It wasn't her fault, was it? As much as she wanted that, she also wanted the medicine cat destiny she could have with her mentor. She gazed at the older she, nodding in agreement. She felt a pull in her chest. This was it.
"Yes, please." She answered, her eyes growing more alert by the second. She was waking up. And it wouldn't be long now. She took a final glance at the starry setting, and smiled.

((It does! Thank you! If we could start a training rp, that would be great :3))

[Fuzzy]

[ Yeah ]


Beeblaze would simply nod towards the molly. "Maybe you do." He meowed. It was clearly a jokeful way , the words of course. Though he did let out a small snicker. Seeing her step back from the opening he gave a small sip of his head. Hopefully this wouldn't take too long , though the trip was tiring , so it probably would be. He wasn't sure how long the leader ceremony was , or what they had to do , but he'd hopefully get it right. "It'll be a bit tiring." He pointed out. More like a lot tiring! When he got back from his journey to the starcave he wanted to sleep for moons! But he'd keep that a secret.
Ear giving a small flick , the blonde medicine cat would pad out of the den.


Buttercupbreeze left out an amused huff at Beeblaze's response. Things where looking better. She wouldn't be fully recovered from Blazingstar's death quickly and she knew that. The molly had witnessed enough death to know how much it could effect her.
"Well lets hope we don't get to warn out then." Buttercup committed following the tabby. Honestly she hoped that it wouldn't be that tiring but Beeblaze was the one who had been to the StarCave before.

After a long walk that felt like an eternity the two WindClanners reached a gapping cave. The sight was not what she had expected. Was it always so dark and spooky looking?
Casting a glance at the Medicine cat Buttercupbreeze twitched her ears. This is it... With that she pushed herself into the cave, heart beating faster as the stone walls came closer and all light from the outside faded to nothing. Leaving the only guide she had the faint taste of fresh air and her whiskers. She was aware Bee was with her but she wasn't sure exactly where he was.
Finally the tunnel opened up into a wider passage, almost like a dome. A crystal rested in the middle giving a slight glow. Little light seeped in the hole at the top on the cave. But it was enough to see. See better then before at least.
Approaching it Buttercup wasn't sure what to do when suddenly light exploded from the crystal. With a gasp of surprise the molly flinched back eyes wide but pupils narrowed to slits. "Woah.." She breathed adjusting to the light. The light in the crystal was beautiful. Enchanting almost. Who knew moonlight could light up a stone like this?
"I assume just I touch it?" Buttercupbreeze asked with a slight glance over at the cream tabby. Not actually waiting for a response the creamy warrior approached the stone once more. What was the harm of testing her suspicion. Touching her nose to the stone a chill ran down her spine followed by sudden darkness.
Shocked Buttercup wanted to jerk back yet was unable. Her paws felt rooted to the stone beneath her. Like ice had incased them. Upon opening her eyes she found herself in a beautiful starry clearing. Lush greenery all around as if leaf-bare never touched this place. Turning and looking around she realized Beeblaze wasn't there. Who was there was a line of nine starry figures. Though she was unable to make out any cats.
This was it. The start of the new chapter.

[People in order/character they are using and life:
sunflowerseed Fumblekit(Life of a Youthful heart), BILL. Hawkstar(Life of Initiative) Bliss Girl Aspenflight(Life of Respect) tutler Daisyshade(Life of Virgo) Dust Lilacbreeze(Life of Grief) Lonestar23 Shrikecall(Life of Compromise) Venus Mudkit(Life of Sacrifice) Lilyfur2 Lilyfur(Life of Authenticity) SuspiciousMindz Blazingstar
Don't wait for me to respond, I will respond after everyone else has. I'd like to get these finished by the 16th so please make an effort to post!]

[furrensic]

Buttercupbreeze left out an amused huff at Beeblaze's response. Things where looking better. She wouldn't be fully recovered from Blazingstar's death quickly and she knew that. The molly had witnessed enough death to know how much it could effect her.
"Well lets hope we don't get to warn out then." Buttercup committed following the tabby. Honestly she hoped that it wouldn't be that tiring but Beeblaze was the one who had been to the StarCave before.

After a long walk that felt like an eternity the two WindClanners reached a gapping cave. The sight was not what she had expected. Was it always so dark and spooky looking?
Casting a glance at the Medicine cat Buttercupbreeze twitched her ears. This is it... With that she pushed herself into the cave, heart beating faster as the stone walls came closer and all light from the outside faded to nothing. Leaving the only guide she had the faint taste of fresh air and her whiskers. She was aware Bee was with her but she wasn't sure exactly where he was.
Finally the tunnel opened up into a wider passage, almost like a dome. A crystal rested in the middle giving a slight glow. Little light seeped in the hole at the top on the cave. But it was enough to see. See better then before at least.
Approaching it Buttercup wasn't sure what to do when suddenly light exploded from the crystal. With a gasp of surprise the molly flinched back eyes wide but pupils narrowed to slits. "Woah.." She breathed adjusting to the light. The light in the crystal was beautiful. Enchanting almost. Who knew moonlight could light up a stone like this?
"I assume just I touch it?" Buttercupbreeze asked with a slight glance over at the cream tabby. Not actually waiting for a response the creamy warrior approached the stone once more. What was the harm of testing her suspicion. Touching her nose to the stone a chill ran down her spine followed by sudden darkness.
Shocked Buttercup wanted to jerk back yet was unable. Her paws felt rooted to the stone beneath her. Like ice had incased them. Upon opening her eyes she found herself in a beautiful starry clearing. Lush greenery all around as if leaf-bare never touched this place. Turning and looking around she realized Beeblaze wasn't there. Who was there was a line of nine starry figures. Though she was unable to make out any cats.
This was it. The start of the new chapter.

[People in order/character they are using and life:
sunflowerseed Fumblekit(Life of a Youthful heart), BILL. Hawkstar(Life of Initiative) Bliss Girl Aspenflight(Life of Respect) tutler Daisyshade(Life of Virgo) Dust Lilacbreeze(Life of Grief) Lonestar23 Shrikecall(Life of Compromise) Venus Mudkit(Life of Sacrifice) Lilyfur2 Lilyfur(Life of Authenticity) SuspiciousMindz Blazingstar
Don't wait for me to respond, I will respond after everyone else has. I'd like to get these finished by the 16th so please make an effort to post!]

Upon reaching the cave , Beeblaze followed Buttercup breeze into the cave , awing at the crystal. This wasnt the first time he had seen it , but he was still sruck with wonder. It seemed too..pretty? Pretty.
"Im pretty sure." He meowed in response to the molly , though it was a bit too late as she went ahead and did so without waiting for his answer. Sighing , he'd go over to a spot nearby the crystal and lay down. He was absolutely exhausted and just felt like eating a quick snack , and sleeping forever.
Grumbling slightly , the medicine cat laid down.

[sunflowerseed]

Fuzzyfeline


As the windclan leader appeared in the starry heaven-like field, one of the two kits felt her stomach fill with butterflies. I've never done this before.. She's so tall, how will I touch her nose?She though, eyes scanning the other cats and the soon-to-be leader. She took a deep breath, it was time to become a part of this cats new story, and Fumblekit was glad to be of help to this leader she never got to meet, and now she could meet her. She purred as she made her way to the cat, who was indeed stuck to the ground.

As she made her way to the leader it was easy to see why she was called Fumblekit, she was very clumsy with her walking and almost fell over, but that was part nervousness. The small cat sighed and took a deep breath, now standing in-front of the leader. Her voice was small, but she spoke clearly. "I am Fumblekit, I have come to give you the life of a youthful heart, when I was born I could barely breath. I lasted two sunrises, then finally I submitted to the claws of death. I was never given a chance to live my youthful days, and leaders now are pressured with responsibility that steals their curiosity and light, with this life I give you the chance to live youthfully, and I come to let you know; never miss a chance other can't take."

The tiny kitten had to almost jump to touch noses with the leaders, but when she did it felt as if the ground was sucked out from under the leaders feet, she was falling, then suddenly she was laying in a nursery bed the warm scent of milk and the heat of a mothers fur was against her body, suddenly, it was as if she she-cat could no longer breath. no matter how much the soon-to-be leader tried, she would not be able to gasp in a breath, just as everything started turning darker she was snapped back into reality to see the small kitten walking away from her back into her spot with the other eight that awaited their turns.

BILL.

[BEAR.]

With the young kitten returning to her spot in the line-up, it was Hawkstar's turn to acknowledge the newest leader.

As he approached her, he couldn't help but feel relief. This was a far more pleasant ceremony than the previous one he attended, and it seemed WindClan-- though not his own Clan, would be in good paws.

"Buttercupbreeze," his deep voice boomed through the clearing. "I haven't spoken to a WindClan cat since Dapplepelt herself sought guidance to the Starcave to receive her leader lives. I wish things had gone differently, but I bear the burden of permitting the beginning of the first Evil Era. When those.. monsters came into my camp, I did nothing to stop them. Only a few words escaped me before I found myself under their claws, all my lives being shredded from me within a few heartbeats. If I had.. done something, if I had acted before they made the first blow, perhaps things would be different.

"I failed my duty as RiverClan's leader with my inaction, but you do not have to do the same. Dapplestar made the same mistake I did; she allowed her heart to rule her mind, and twice placed WindClan in the paws of vile felines. Blazingstar held the potential to be a strong leader, but the last several seasons of his reign have been saturated with how uninvolved he was with his Clan."

Hawkstar dipped his head to press his nose down against Buttercupbreeze's. "The life I give you is initiative. Do not repeat the mistakes of those before you. Be involved with the politics of your Clan, take the opportunity to act on events before they become a threat to your own Clan, and always try to keep the upper paw when it comes to the other Clans."

He broke contact, taking a few steps back from the creamy she-cat. "Enforcing patrols within WindClan is a good step in the right direction, and I have faith you will do well. Given your Clan's current state, it may be in your best interest to lose some of the old grudges the Clan has maintained from Blazingstar's leadership. Times have changed, and harboring resentment of the other Clans for actions from seasons ago only does more harm than good."

He gave her a small smile before he returned to his spot among the dead.
Bliss Girl Fuzzyfeline

[Madelaine]

| Fuzzyfeline; | tutler

A familar shape could be seen among the starclan cats. Aspenflight watched the former leader of Windclan strp back, seeing that it was his cue to go. The tom stepped forward towards his sister. He was proud of both her and his daughter Snailblossom and was glad he was able to give her a life. He knew that one day she would become a leader and today was the day. "Hello Buttercupbreeze its been a while since we last talked. I'vebeen watching you very closely and I've come to give you a life.", Aspenflight meowed. He paused for a moment, making sure she was ready for her next life.

"I give you the life of Respect. Respect every single one of your clanmates even if they have a disability. Some cats have had done wrong things in their life before, but have learned that it was wrong of them to do. Those cats deserve your respect and forgiveness.", he meowed. Aspenflight touched Buttercupbreeze nose, giving her a life. "Take good care of my daughter.", he whispered.

[wren]

Fuzzy Dust
She would smile fondly upon her friend, it was the dawn of a new time amongst the clans and perhaps if things had been different she would’ve taken a journey similar to this in her own life. She watched as each cat stepped forward spoke and then touched noise, briefly spoke and once again receded into the cave that surrounded them. Once aspenflight had spoken his somber words she found herself compelled to go ahead.
The creamy white and ginger patched molly stood with the grace that she had in the beginning of her life, head reared and chest puffed out while her tail curled anxiously behind her. When they had first met war had insued.. fallenstar and Blazingstar at each other’s throats made Daisy and enemy of Buttercup. Though towards the end of her term she could remember how they’d made up a friendship. She moved between the starry ranks to join her in the Center of the cavern, eyes light with amusement and playfulness. She fought the urge to embrace the leader now speaking words of congratulations and.. good wishes she had failed to say before her death. She had been the eldest of those deputy’s then and had looked fondly upon their growth from moon to moon. Her eyes glistened with tears that didn’t fall.

“Buttercup” her voice was smooth and filled with admiration, a fondness that had been absent before. “With this life I give you vigor- during my time as a deputy I had felt my sternness melt away beneath my paws. I had lost my hope in what was my own clan and my own responsibility. I had only hoped in life to charge fourth vigorously... though time had been short for me” she paused again blinking her green eyes full of sorrow.
“I give you this life to remind you that with whatever you do you must be vigorous in going after it, attentive to your dreams and the decisions you just make for your clan and now yourself. Make them want to follow you.” she seemed choked up as she came to a close and bowed her head momentarily. Overcome with a sadness she leaned forward extending her neck to gently touch noses with the she cat. Then she slowly recoiled blinking her eyes closed to allow the she cat to recover from the emotion and feeling that was sure to sweep over her.

“You made it Buttercup.” she paused “I am so proud” and with that she couldn’t find the strength in her to continue and just as quickly as the others she had turned and slipped back up amongst the starry felines.

[Dust]

Fuzzy Lonestar23

[So sorry about the wait! Gonna keep it short to keep it moving.]

From the ranks pushed forward an old, grizzled feline though, despite her scraggy look, she seemed to shine with invigorated life. "Buttercupbreeze," She rasped, "I am presenting you with the life of grief." Lilacbreeze dipped her head, craning her neck to press her nose against the others. An overwhelming sadness may overcome Buttercup. Feeling lost, helpless to thoughts of doubt and regret. The elder's eyes watered with the threat of tears, "I remained passive in others decisions and I ended up paying the price for it. Grief will be a common part of your life, learn to accept it and move on." Giving Buttercupbreeze a few moments to process the life, Lilacbreeze dipped her head respectfully,

"May you lead WindClan back to glory."

[BEAR.]

Next up was Aconiteheart, a broad smile across his face as the former SkyClan medicine cat gazed at the newest leader. "Buttercupbreeze," he spoke with a happy purr, tail waving behind him as he leaned to touch his nose to her head. "I give you the life of brutal honesty. As a leader, it is your duty to be direct with others regardless of any emotional connection-- shrouding your intentions only brews distrust."

As the life passed to her, he stepped back to rejoin the ranks of the other spirits. "I know you'll do well."

Fuzzy, Venus

[Doom]

Once the previous cat was finished, a little snowshoe kitten came skipping up to Buttercupbreeze. "Hi, I'm Mudkit!" She chirped, centering herself before the future leader. "I'm here to give you the Life Of Sacrifice."

Her big blue eyes that once glittered with admiration suddenly turned dull and lifeless as she explained her gift. "I left out in the middle of leaf-bare while I was sick. I did so to protect my siblings from catching my germs..." Her ears narrowed intently at Buttercupbreeze, her new expression growing eerily serious compared to her previous demeanor. "With this Life, I expect you to have the same heart. Think of others first when you serve your Clan, and be willing to put their needs before your own." She stretched up on her hind legs to reach Buttercupbreeze's nose, paused briefly to let the cold Life pass through her, then smiled and dipped her head. Her bubbly personality seemed to have returned as she skipped away into the mist. "Bye-bye!"

Fuzzy Lilyfur2

[Moon Lily]

Lilyfur took a deep breath. It was her turn. She was honestly scared. This life, this secret, this...burden that she'd carried for so long, and now she was to trust another with it? But as she met Buttercupbreeze's eyes, she knew that this was a cat that should could trust until the end of her days in Starclan. She padded forward to meet the she-cat smiling proudly, head high.

"Greetings, I'm Lilyfur. I am not from Windclan, but I am proud to give you this life." She padded forward to touch the she's nose, meeting it with all the determination she had left. She felt the heavy weight of her secret life from her shoulders to the deputy, and the cold, harsh owing she felt afterwards. She could smell the blood that dropped from her wounds, and the pain of losing a part of her soul.
"I give you the life of Authenticity. When I was still alive, I grew under my brother. Betraying all I had to serve him. I gave up on myself. It took me a battle and my own death to figure that out." She stepped back, admiring the soon-to-be leader, "Remain true to yourself and what you believe. Just because you're a leader now, doesn't mean you are to sacrifice everything. Your clan loves you because of who you are. Never forget that." She smiled, tears selling up in her eyes. She stalked back to the other cats, unburdened and free.

Fuzzy SuspiciousMindz

[SuspiciousMindz]

Fuzzy

The last to appear from the ranks of StarClan was a fluffy orange tabby. He didn't look miserable nor wounded like he did in his final moons in WindClan. He was to give the new leader her last life and to see the deputy he chose standing before him, warmed his heart.

"Buttercupbreeze," His voice was confident once more, holding the cheery tone he had when his leadership began. "I'm here to give you the life of perseverance.

Blazingstar stepped forward more, placing his nose to her forehead to give her the life. "May you use this life to continue leading your clan-mates in the hardest their times and through your toughest moments," Once the life was passed, the former leader stepped back and took a good look at Buttercupbreeze.

Blazingstar cleared his throat so the ranks of StarClan could hear him. "With the ears and eyes of StarClan listening and watching, I have one more naming ceremony to give! Buttercupbreeze, it is your time to lead WindClan into a better, brighter, future. So, from this day until you join the ranks of StarClan, you will be known as Brightstar! Lead the clan strongly and with grace just as you have when you were deputy," the tabby pressed his nose to her shoulder, releasing a small purr, before backing away.

"You'll lead WindClan well, I'm so proud to have had you as my deputy," A smile curled the edges of his lips before he dipped his head and turned to slowly rejoin the ranks of StarClan.

[Fuzzy]

The first cat to step forward pulled at her heart strings. Just a kit, so tiny and innocent. It was so sad to think of kits being in star Clan, their life had barely begun at that point. Yet Buttercupbreeze found the slightest smile curl on her muzzle as the young molly fumbled her why towards her. She was cute. Fumblekit… that just fits. The creamy molly realized as Fumblekit started speaking. Upon her doing so Buttercup would listen to the kit. It wasn't what she expected but she wouldn't complain.
Bending to touch her nose to the kit Buttercupbreeze felt such an unfamiliar sensation rush through her vain. It made her take a sharp inhale. Heart racing the molly felt like she was a kit again, excited for the future and running around with her littermates. Scenes of her youthful days flashed through her mind until suddenly it was snatched away. Like her memories and hopes where being striped from her only to bring back the feeling of her kithood. Curiosity, excitement and hope.
Finally taking a breath, Buttercupbreeze opened her eyes just in time to witness Fumblekit make her way back with all the grace she had before.
sunflowerseeds

The next cat to step forward was a strong looking warrior. Unfamiliar to her but he looked like he would have been a good asset to any Clan back in his day. Or she assumed so. As he spoke in his booming tone Butttercupbreeze tensed a bit. only to relax as he continued. This was her warrior ceremony, she had no reason to be tense, or at least she didn't think so. His story was one she hoped wouldn't repeat. She didn't want to fail WindClan like he failed RiverClan. No she wanted WindClan to thrive. Not live in fear, bloodshed or poverty but be strong and healthy.
She might not Remember Dapplestar's era much but she didn't want to be like her or any other leader during the evil era. All of them had failed in someway and she didn't want to put her Clan through that. Not again.
Closing her eyes Buttercup prepared herself to receive a life. Initiative. Something she probably lacked in. Images and situations filled her mind, thing that could have been resolved if she had only noticed fast enough. Guilt clung to each one. Yet. Determination flooded her as she felt the ability to fix those wrongs and stop future ones.
Taking a sharp breath Buttercupbreeze opened her eyes again to listen to Hawkstar's advise. He was smart. Maybe it would be best to forgive RiverClan. They hadn't done anything to her or WindClan in moons. They surely wouldn't be good allies with SkyClan being in their ranks. "Thank you." She breathed before he joined the starry ranks. His advice would be kept with her.
BILL.

Buttercupbreeze's breath caught in her thought as a familiar tom approached her. Aspenflight... Buttercup knew he was here but seeing her made her heart ache again. She missed him so much. Swallowing she straighten up looking into his amber eyes with her brown ones. She would be ready for this life. Respect and forgiveness.... Those were hard things for many cats. And even though Buttercup tried she wasn't always respectful to every cat. Yet the life didn't take her breath away, it just opened her eyes to the view if other cats. Cats who've done wrong had just wanted forgiveness but instead are slandered for their mistakes. Or cats bullied because they where different in someway. It irritated her. Though in a heart beat the feeling was gone and Buttercup was back to reality.
"I will." She breathed in response to his request. The creamy molly wanted to stay and talk with him longer but that was impossible.
Psycho Bandit

Honestly the next cat to approach her was a cat she hadn't expected. Daisyshade… Former RiverClan deputy before Lionstorm. They had had their rough spots, even having fights yet somehow Buttercup would consider her a friend. Even during a war they worked together along with Arouraflame and Windygale to settle peace. It hadn't gone so well but in the end everything went well. Aside from the fact that Daisy had been killed during the last fight.
The life of vigor shook her. It made her fur stand and a slight pain as if something was trying to push her forward. Mixed with the sorrow Daisyshade had felt.
At last, the feeling abided and Buttercup with breathing once more. The pride in the older molly's voice made her dip her head slightly. She did it? Not only she hadn't...
tutler

At the next cat Buttercup breeze stood at attention. The name of the life just sounded like it's be hard. Grief wasn't something Buttercupbreeze dealt with well. At the older molly's touch an overwhelming about of dread and sorrow swamped her. Her legs felt like they would fall from underneath her and her breath was drained from her lungs. It felt like someone she treasured had been ripped from her life again.
As it stopped Buttercup took in a breath, before continuing to breath heavily. Eyes trailing up to Lilacbreeze she blinked. She never wanted to feel that again! Swallowing Buttercupbreezze nodded back to the StarClan warrior.
Dust

Still a bit shaken by the last life Buttercupbreeze was prepared for the hyper tom to approach him with his bright smile. It was a bit refreshing though. The life wasn't as refreshing but it was no were near as hard to bear as her last life.
His confidence in her was surprising but she wouldn't argue. She wanted to believe it.
BILL

Next was yet another kit. This one seemed slightly filmier. Maybe she was a formal WindClan kit. It was a shame she wasn't still in WindClan if she had been. With her personality she would have made a good warrior. Though the mood dropped drastically as the bubbly kit grew serious and explained her life.
An icy cold chill ran though her body at Mudkit's touch making her fur rise. She felt obligation to put her Clan before her, more so then she did already. Even at the cost of her life. A vow she had made upon becoming a warrior. Recovering from the life Buttercupbreeze watched as Mudkit skipped away acting like a kit once more.
Venus

Only two more. Buttercup was getting worn down with the amount of lives, siding her on a wild ride of emotions. The next cat, Lilyfur seemed so determined to give her the eighth life. The life felt ironic after what she had just received. Sacrifice followed by authenticity. Her body trembled slightly before she felt a surge of power. Enough to stand up for herself. A life that made her feel better then she had.
The note Lilyfur gave Buttercup wouldn't forget. Stay true to herself. Be herself despite being leader. She was here for a reason. That really made sense. "I'll try." She meowed nodding no the warrior before she joined the ranks of StarClan once more.
Lilyfur2

Now her last life. Eight already surging through her. One last cat and she'd officially be leader of WindClan. Yet the next cat to step forward took her by surprise. The vibrant ginger pelt, looking heathy. The tom it belonged to looking happy. She wanted to tear up. Blazingstar. The one who chose her twice. Seeing him like this made her heart swell. He was doing well in StarClan.
Her last life, perseverance, flowed through her making her feel as if she could push through any storm. Fight any battle and stand any challenge. She would continue to lead WindClan. Even in the hard times. She had to.
Taking a breath Buttercupbreeze expected Blazingstar to announce her as Buttercupstar or something but he didn't. Instead something else happened. Was this normal? Wait Brightstar. Brightstar.. She repeated in her head as he finished her ceremony. The last ceremony he'd ever do. He was passing WindClan to her paws.
"Thank you Blazingstar."
SuspiciousMindz

[Fuzzy]

Moonraven

Ow, okay losing a life sucked. It really did. Brightstar's whole body hurt and blood still stained her fur from injury that'd killed her. Stars she was glad that tom was dead! The world was much better without him. Plus it didn't really matter if she lost a life with her giving them back right?
Wait...
If she was giving her lives back that StarClan gave her, after losing a life, would that mean she'd die? This could be a trip to her death? That made it kinda of hard to keep going. With a glance at Twilightshine she knew it really didn't matter. This was for WindClan. She spent her little time as leader doing nothing for WindClan. Nothing at all. Twilightshine had already done something with her hours of being leader. She proved that WindClan was alive! While Bright just, well she just let it get drove into the ground farther. It doesn't matter if I die or not, this is for the best. Bright assured herself, pushing forward. That was right. She died once, this life she was using to get to Starcave wasn't even hers.
There is no turning back. No. She said she would step down and she did. She said she would give up her lives and she would, even at the cost of her chance to live. Even if she'd join StarClan tonight.

With a breath Brightstar stopped, the mouth of a cave looming behind her. "We're here." She informed. Wow. It really wasn't that long ago that she was here, frightened and worried about the future of WindClan. Yet again she was here with another Clanmate hoping for a better future for WindClan. This change didn't scare her as much. With the stakes that was surprising. It felt reliving to know no matter what this would be the best for her home.
Now no matter how many times this had to happen Brightstar would never get used to this. The darkness of the Clan was chilling. "Come on, we have to get to the center before the moon rises more." Thetattered and tired molly meowed to the new leader before turning to go through the tunnel.
Cold rock enclosed the chilly evening, blocked out the stars and any other source of light. It just got narrower and narrower as Bright lead the way into the cave. Using her whiskers to guide her paws. The stone was even colder then she remembered. Much colder… Enough to chill her sore paws.
Now Brightstar didn't need her eyes to tell that they arrived at the center. A wave of fresh air washed over them, the cave widening before them. The crystal, gleaming a soft light, barely as bright as it would be in a moment. Still it was beautiful. Stars reflected in its jagged yet smooth form.
Bright moved out of the way to let Twilightshine in to move to where ever she wanted to. She didn't warn the leader about the flash of light that came before she was even ready. Blinding light after the nothingness of the path leading here.
So, standing with narrowed eyes Brightstar stepped closer to the shinning crystal. "This is it... just touch your nose to the stone." She instructed crouching down by the rock. Oh she hated this part...

[Moonraven]

Her mind was a jumble of thoughts, Twilightshine had gotten what she wanted. That vexing oaf had met his death in her den but so had Brightstar. No matter how she calculated it she remained at a loss. It was an error on her part, she hadn't thought there would be much if any trouble with three trained warrior against one loony tom. Twilightshine would have jumped in a bit sooner if she had thought something like that would have happened. She had been wrong and Brightstar paid the price, Twilightshine didn't blame herself at all. Guilt was for cats who knew what was right and what was wrong. Twilightshine was concerned, now that Brightstar had only eight lives, what would the outcome be if she returned her lives to the stars?
Drawn from her inner thoughts, luminous green eyes lifted themselves to take in the cave in front of her at Brightstar's call. It was a cave mouth of impenetrable blackness, Twilightshine's never been inside a cave of any type before. Nothing in the territories came close to resembling it. Flickering and ear in acknowledgment, she moves to follow the older molly as she led the way inside. When the leader stepped in she watched her shadow dissolve into the surrounding darkness. The absence of light meant the absence of its warming touch. Underfoot the loose stones shifted, twisting her ankles one way and then the other, and the noise of those disturbed rocks echoed off the dense stone walls.
The chill of the cave did not touch her since it wasn't like it was a Greenleaf night outside of the cave. Her pads of her paws were so numb that if her ankles had not been twisting along the path she wouldn't have known that she was standing on the ground. Her ears worked to make up for the lack of eyesight, whiskers twitching frantically as they brushed along the stone walls. The brush of air startled her momentarily along with the overwhelming brightness that assaulted her eyes, forcing her neck to curve away and lids to shut themselves. After a few seconds the sting from the light faded, she parted her lids slowly allowing them to adjust to the shine.
Her pupils shifted to slits as she took in her surroundings. This place was way too bright. The shiny crystal and the moon hurt the lilac molly's eyes. This would be a terrible place for a nap. Never thought that she'd ever come to this cave. Things like leadership, power, responsibility, none of that has ever crossed her mind. Twilightshine had never dreamt of sitting at the head of any clan and certainly not the hodgepodge that was Windclan. Funny, she planned to have a laid-back life, do minimin work required to be a warrior, and retire early so she could sleep the rest of her days away. Just like that, it all went up in smoke.
Twilightshine made her way over to the crystal Brightstar crouched by and took a seat but did not crouch like the molly. She had something she wanted to know before they did this. Swing her head away from the gleaming stone and to the she-cat that had accompanied her.
"You lost a life, do you have any idea what will happen when you return only eight lives back to Starclan?" It was something that's been bugging her for a while, she wanted an answer to it uncertain if she'd get one later.
Fuzzy

[Fuzzy]

Brightstar shifted and sat up to look the molly in the eye. So, she wasn't the only one worrying about this. She didn't see how it concerned Twilightshine but at least she asked. It could be that returning only eight live wouldn't only kill her but only give Twilight eight lives. It shouldn't work that way though.
She sighed looking away. "Honestly, I have no idea what's going to happen." Brightstar meowed ears twitching. "They may be too narrow minded to accept this decision, might only give you eight lives heck I might die for good. I don't know, we just have to hope and try to get this across in a way that will be best for WindClan." The molly explained, brown gaze turning back to the lilac leader. This was the truth. StarClan might not accept Twlightshine as leader. Or the fact the she was stepping down to become the deputy. Nothing was guaranteed. The next breath she would take wasn't a sure thing.
Moonraven

[Moonraven]

Okay, so older cats were not all-knowing. Twilightshine wasn't sure why she assumed Brightstar would have a solid answer to her question. What she got made Twilightshine turn and stare at the crystal with great loathing. She didn't want eight lives and she didn't exactly want Brightstar dead either. Both would be bad for clan moral, one she could hide, the other not so much. Plus it would be terrible if she finds herself needing to carry/drag Bright's body around, it would be dead weight literally. Then she'd need to explain why the she-cat died, pick a new deputy, and deal with all that jazz. It was just way to much work for her. Windclan's should be cut some slack, why should she be punished because all the clan's past leaders were pansies who ran the clan into the dirt!
Seeing as she was just annoying herself, she allowed her rear end to take a seat on the cold cave floor and let her front legs buckle underneath her weight, bringing her face closer to the eerie crystal. "Okay, let's get this over with." She spoke with some reluctance. She really disliked putting her fate in Starclan's paws. Waiting until Brightstar was ready, she touched her nose to the freezing stone as soon as the former leader did.
Fuzzy
[Mention Bill in your post so he can have a cat take away Bright's lives.]

[Fuzzy]

Moonraven BILL.

Yeah, they had to get this over with. To stop talking and actually go to StarClan. She hated this part. Getting sucked into StarClan was an experience she really didn't want to do again... All of this was just things she wasn't sure about, didn't want to do and more. She didn't know if she'd return to WindClan or any of this. Yet it all had to happen.
With a brief glance at the new leader Brightstar pushed her nose to the crystal, as pressed closed. She knew what would happen her at least. Letting the swirling darkness take over Bright waited. Till what felt like a sunrise, but was really a heartbeat, she woke up in the starry clearing with Twilightshine. This was it. With a breath Bright swept her gaze over the clearing looking to see who'd great them.

[BEAR.]

Another one?

Burningstar's gaze was on Brightstar and Twilightshine as they arrived together in the starry clearing. This was strange, this influx of leaders relinquishing their lives to StarClan. Buckfrost, Fallenstar. Now Brightstar. It made him feel hopeful about the direction the Clans were going in.

"Brightstar," he greeted the creamy she-cat. She was his priority: Twilightshine's lives were not meant for him. "Welcome back. It's unfortunate you had to suffer through the unnecessary loss of a life before you arrived.. but I shouldn't digress.

"You have come here to give your remaining leader lives to StarClan, to officially step down from the leadership of WindClan and pass the guardianship of your Clan over to Twilightshine." Burningstar stepped forward to touch his nose against Brightstar's forehead.

"By the power of StarClan, I revoke the lives granted to you during your leadership ceremony. From this day forth your life as a leader is no more-- the only life you have remaining is the natural life of a warrior. The courage you have shown in admitting your weakness and in stepping down speaks wonders of your character, and with the authority of StarClan I grant you your new name. Brightstar, until the day you reclaim the position of leader or resign, you will be known as Brightsky. The storm clouds over WindClan have passed: let us hope that Twilightshine's cleverness will lead WindClan only into greatness." Burningstar stepped back, looking at the two she-cats for a small moment.

"It is rare for leaders and deputies to come to this ceremony together. There has only been one other case.. and to follow that custom, Brightsky: you will be giving Twilightshine her final life. This is the gift you are given, for recognizing your shortcomings and doing what you believe is best for the Clan. Use this life wisely. You will have some time to think about what you would like Twilightshine to have before you go."

Burningstar stepped away, joining the edge of the forming circle of eight cats. "Brightsky, when you are ready join me over here. Twilightshine, step forward when you are prepared to begin."

Moonraven, Fuzzy

[Moonraven]

Not. Fun. Why couldn't they come up with a better way to reach them? She was pretty sure she had thrown up a little in her mouth, that was just naaaasty! Twilightshine gave her head a few swift shakes as she clambered to her unsteady paws, noticing that her surroundings had completely changed. The strain in her body slowly drifted into nothingness as she took in the scenery. She wasn't precisely comfortable but no longer wanted to jump out of her fur. Starclan looked like a fabulous place to live, Twilightshine silently began planning her retirement, so many different places to sleep!!
Her gaze glanced in the direction of a sparking cat? Nope, wait a second there were more of them. She didn't bother counting them since they were creeping her out, standing there in a circle. She was faintly wondered if Brightstar had lied to her and brought her to some weird sacrificial cult or something... The molly's outrageous thoughts were put on hold as Burningstar began speaking. She half-listened to the tom talking to Brightstar while keeping an eye on the other starclan cats, waiting for them to jump her.
After a few seconds of statute still cats, Twilight's mind wandered to other stupid and irrelevant things like why cats only got nine lives? Shouldn't they have ten? Did the life that she has lived for the last twenty-something moons not count? Was she secretly like some empty puppet cat with no soul just going through the motions of life?! Before she could start having a midlife crisis or think too deeply about it, the sound of her name and the word 'cleverness' brought her out of it.
Aw, that guy thought she was clever, what a swell guy. She did manage to listen to the rest of what Burningstar was saying, learning Brightstar was now Brightsky. Twilightshine was going to have to get used to calling her that, none the less she liked the name change. Interestingly, she didn't know living cats could give lives. The leader was aware that she probably should have been listening to what Burningstar had been going on about, but his voice made her sleepy... she'd ask Brightsky what he had been telling her later.
Hearing that it was her turn and to step up when she was ready, she was heavily tempted to see what would happen if she just sat there forever. Not wanting waste time nor risk irritating the ancestors too much, the lilac she-cat glanced at Brightsky once more and then gave the gathered starry cats a skeptical squint before stepping forwards, if they killed her in her sleep someone's ass was getting haunted.

[ This Ceremony is OPEN for anyone to give her a life.]

[Note: Try NOT to give the traits she already has. You can glance at Twilight's Page (https://lunaraven.weebly.com/twilightshine.html) to make sure you're not repeating anything. I like surprises so give her whatever, if possible don't make them cliche. I want something significant for her lives.

Lives that are booked are: Brightsky [ Fuzzy ] #9 , Hawkflame [ Undertaker ] #6 and Mountaingrowl [ BILL. ] #8. After someone post with #5 hold off on posting until Undertaker posts with #6 and then carry on.

DO NOT wait for me to reply after each life, that takes too much time. I'll just do one big reply at the end. So go ahead and fire away. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to give her a life, I really appreciate it!]