Post by Ringtail on Dec 9, 2018 9:27:38 GMT
It had finally become the Time of Frozen Water, and yet, another ceremony was to be started. Firstspeaker arrived from his den, his body wobbling lamely to an open spot in the center of the Ruins. He just didn't have the energy to go anywhere else.
"Cats of young and old, both swift and strong..I ask you to gather under my gaze, for the Ceremonies will begin shortly."
His tone was not as strong or full of life like it once
was before, his tone quiet and lost in in it's sternness.
"Please quiet it down..For my voice is lacking this evening..."
He waited for the chatter to die down, before starting on this fine, cool evening, a strange time for the ceremonies to be done. They were usually done in the later morning of the day. But due to him not feeling well, it was much easier to come out later rather than earlier.
"Rain Over Pale Sky, please step forward.." He waited patiently for the pale colored cat to show her face upon his presence, which had grown thin over the moon. "Your mentor Night That Passes Slowly brings word of your hard work, your effect of endless training. From now on, you will be a Homeguard..Unless you choose not to do so, but we has your Tribe and Kinship will approve any path you take your first steps on. Congratulations. "
With a light nod, he dismissed the young cat. He welcomed the next to step forward. "Seed of Fallen Fruit, please step forward...." He softly coughed, turning his head to avoid the sudden spray of icky saliva from hitting the young cat. "Your mentor..Sky of Endless Sky, tells me you are stubborn..Thoughtless and reckless, yet you have the strength of the inner part of the fruit which you are named for. We as your Tribe and Kinship, welcome you to a new beginning, head on, for the road ahead of you is a dangerous one. One to be mindful of looking both ways before darting out into the open..If you so choose to accept this path our Ancestors have laid out for you..Congratulations.."
Moving on, he nodded to dismiss Seed, announcing the next in line. "Small Stream Between the Stones..Please come forward." He continued to the short wait between cats, his tail flickering to the left. "Your mentor..Shark, if I remember correctly.." It was very unlike him to forget a name, but at this moment he hd forgotten the mentor's name and went with the more informal version of the cat's name. "As mentioned, your mentor has worked with you time and time again, though with your..disadvantage..You continue to stand. We as your Tribe and Kinship wish that you will accept this path fated to you, for you are the first of many short cats to start the rough road of being a Home-Guard..Our Ancestors must clearly have something promising for you in the future..Congratulations. " Giving the short cat a dismissal nod, he watched the young tom hobble to his Tribemates.
"Sky Peeking Through The Clouds..A nervous chap aren't you? Your mentor, Talon of Diving Eagle should have toughened you up, with his demeanor and his mindset, I expect you to be an underling of his knowledge, his battle prowess. Our ancestors must see you a future planner, for your eyes shine with possibilities. We as Your Tribe and your Kinship have seen your passage, a welcoming sign from ourselves and the ones above us. We hope you accept your new role, and follow in the footsteps many of taken in this life." He gave the pale tom, too, a dismissal nod, allowing him to return to family and friends.
"...And..." He glanced to their final new Home-Guard..And yet a prisoner from another world, a whole new lifestyle he hoped none would try to partake. The Clan's Way, yet very less was known, the healer saw has a taboo, something none would dare to upset the balance between their own lives with.
Pink Petals of the Paw? Get real. It was not a proper name in his book, it made no sense whatsoever. "Petal to Be Flower.." He had found the former name, the young Clan cat had renounced upon joining, a better fit. It showed a form of growth compared to the later.
"Having taking an account, you have abandoned a life previous and yet so different from your own..Of the infamous Clan cats, to join your ties with the Ancient Roots in which our very Ancestors rest entwined in. Many of our cats have welcomed you.." He made a very obvious glare to his To-Be Stream. She should have known better in becoming friends with the enemy behind his back. "...And lied about your status to achieve whatever plan you had hoped to achieve..I am no fool..I saw through it, much like a snake hides in the leaves of autumn..I am surprised your fate was not sealed by my own claws..Consider it the will of the Ancestors to have you living and breathing among the Tribe...And in front of my being. From now on, you will be destined to serve the role of Home-Guard, under the watchful eyes of our Ancestors and your Tribemates. You will serve to protect any and all Prey-Hunters, and to train the next generation of Homeguards that are destined by my authority until my death, and until Stream of Silver Star's own death. If you fall to your own death, you will be buried among every other cat that has passed and joined the Tribe of Endless Hunting, under the Roots where our Ancestors are buried. If our Ancestors disapprove of your burial here, by the signs of wind, fire, water and ground, your body will be returned to your clan of your birth, sent by the river that has stolen many of our cats..Now has your new home, Your Tribe and Kinship approve of your joining, to some degree..Congrats..However, if you fail to heed our rules and lifestyle..You will be banished, under the Great Eyes of our Ancestors and never be allowed to return.."
The old time clearly didn't like this Clan Cat waltzing around, yet many of the cats around had seemed to accept the young cat into the tribe like a newborn kit. He was not going to give in like most other cats, showing and wearing his disgust like his heart on his sleeve. Even of she had stayed and learned their ways, he believed the Ancestors sough nothing good from the Clan Cat, his evidence being how ill he had become. Perhaps he was wrong? Perhaps he was right? Fate would tell, from the yowl of their Ancestors up above, time would tell.
"Now get out of my sight before I lift a paw to swipe you away.." After the light list of threats, the weakening tom turned his back to the newly appointed Home-Guards, drifting slowly back to his comfort zone; his den.
