"Then by the powers of the Star Cats, I give you your warrior name.
"Cottonpaw, from this moment on you will be known as Cottonstrike [ @Sparkling Bliss]. The Star Cats honor your agility and battle prowess, and we welcome you as a full warrior of RiverClan."
Lionstar gave the new warrior a smile. With how wild he was on the battlefield, he wasn't convinced there was a better name for the fiery white tom. "Tonight, I want you to stand vigil as a camp guard. Challenge any scent you don't recognize."
It would be good practice for the other tom in the future, since Lionstar was pretty sure most training sessions didn't cover the act of ensuring camp security.
He had some final announcements to get to at this point, but wanted to give everyone the opportunity to congratulate Cottonstrike.
"Cottonstrike! Cottonstrike!" Berrypaw called out cheerfully. Now, unlike Maplesnitch, the molly didn't mind this ranking up. When they'd been younger apprentices, Cottonstrike had taken her and a couple other to hunt crabs at Lionsbeach, and that had been quite fun, so she was happy for the older tom. But there was also something about it that made her... yearn. She was so close to receiving the same ceremony. All she needed was one last training session and her final assessment. And then, she'd be up there, standing gloriously and being made into a warrior.
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Stingkit wobbled his way into the clearing popping down onto his haunches. He was late, what a tragedy. As Lionstar conducted the meeting he found himself squinting to try and see better. After all the sun was bright and his eyes were quite sensitive. Eventually folding in on the whole seeing thing he tuned in as best he could. A new warrior. How exciting. The little toms tail curled in delight. For the most part he’d figured out of the ranks of his home, Leader- whoever was after that, a medicine cat, warriors, apprentices, queens and than kits. Oh and elders. He gingerly glanced over his shoulder at the den with a shiver. Weird. Once the uproar of chanting erupted from the crowd the small kitten added his own little shouts “cottonstrike! Cottonstrike!”
The russet tom didn't chant the new warriors name, mostly because he felt that it wasn't his place to do that yet. He glanced over at Shimmeringpool. Who was most likely chanted Cottonstrike's name.
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Coastpaw chanted the new warrior's name along with the rest of the clan, suddenly wanting to go train so that his own warrior ceremony would come quicker. "Cottonstrike! Cottonstrike!" He repeated while daydreaming of his own time.
“I didn’t think saying it wasn’t nice to meet you is altogether the best way to make friends” Stingkit said quietly curling his tail around his tiny paws. Maybe coralkit was struggling making friendships with other kittens, they certainly went about it all wrong. Yeah that was probably it. “Oh. I don’t think I’ve met them quite yet... I’ll be sure to avoid them I guess.” His tail curled little amber eyes turning back to gave the tiny kit a strange look. Maybe he’d have to check out this buzzkit for himself. For all he knew Coral could be the weird one.
Coralkit felt the frustration build up in their chest, words were stupid! Stupid stupid stuipd! They kicked a paw into he dusty sand of the clearing. "I meant better than nice! Nice is boring, you dont seem boring," They hissed.
Coralkit heard the chanting and frowned. Did they have to do that? It made them ponder about their own warrior name. "What do you think your name will be?" They meowed, mood changing as quick as the breeze.
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Well.. after the clearing incident, Lionstar figured this was a good time to call a Clan meeting.
Originally, he had planned to call a meeting for the exile but he was glad he chose to confront Ravenpaw directly beforepaw. Lionstar didn't care for the unneccessary "crazy cat" drama and was looking forward to a quieter, more peaceful meeting.
"All those old enough to swim, gather beneath the Streamstone for a Clan meeting!" His voice was a yowl as he took his spot on the Streamstone, furrowing his brow.
Let's see. He figured he'd start with the apprentices needing new mentors, and then go from there. That sounded like the best thing to do.
Start things off normally, before he got into the grim news. He didn't want to put a cloud over anyone's head to start things up.