Post by Storm on Aug 3, 2019 5:19:37 GMT
Batstrike
MothClan | Deputy | Tom | 38 Moons | Heterosexual
Ash fell from the sky instead of the rain MothClan had so desperately needed, it settled itself like a new coat of skin over their decimated territory. Batstrike couldn't tell if he was still tasting the scent in the air or if it was swirling in his aching lungs. The flames may have destroyed the dry lands they danced so easily across, but it wasn't as fleet-footed as the MothClan warriors who crossed MistClan's border. If only they had all been so lucky... He had personally taken the headcount and asked for the grueling details of those who had them. Lambcurl, Russetflame and Hornstrike were all confirmed to have joined StarClan by the clanmates they spent their final moments with, Leafeyes and her daughter Softpaw were among the missing and MothClan as a whole had been displaced.
The deputy was grateful for the hospitality Sablestar had shown them, but this damp and loud camp didn't compare to their open field beneath Silverpelt. Physical and emotional pain and exhaustion was taking its toll on his clan now even though they were safe. He'd taken notice that RootClan had quietly conducted their ceremonies and MistClan had invited them all to join. It was a good call on Sablestars part, he looked strong and proud in front of all the cats he was hosting- even if his warriors didn't like the refuges in their home. The MothClanners likely wouldn't admit it, but they fell quiet and watched respectfully for more than it was what they felt obligated to do... It had taken their minds off their hardship, even if it was just for a moment. Eveningstar was in too poor condition after the fire and he had a son to mourn for. He'd take the helm for the tom tonight and conduct the ceremonies.
The black and white feline waited for MistClan's excitement to disburse as to not take anything away from their ceremony before moving to his paws. Batstrike didn't shy to one corner, but he wouldn't go as far to make himself rude in the foreign camp. The tall feline stood at ground level near the middle of camp with his shoulders back and long tail high behind him. "MothClanners," he allowed his strong voice to call for attention, "Those old enough to know our pride and strength gather for this moons ceremonies!" His brilliant yellow gaze crossed many unfamiliar faces that had also turned to him. He wasn't one to care much for the other clans, but many of these cats felt the same stresses and the situation called for the politeness. "Let us welcome our hosts and those feeling the same longing for home as well," he continued with a smile before pausing and allowing everyone to settle into place.
"Our eldest apprentices have trained to be mighty MothClan warriors and have all risen against the final challenge StarClan tested them with. You have proven yourselves, so, despite your injuries in the fire I will not hold you back. May the reward of gaining your name and status as a warrior fuel your motivation to heal and get to work on your new duties." Luckily now that he was in charge of overseeing training he paid much closer attention to the clans youth, he felt prepared enough for this moment. Batstrikes felt terribly that Leafeyes wasn't here to witness her strange kits join her rank, but he knew the clan would beam with all the pride and joy for her.
His eyes fell on Bloompaw first, "Bloompaw, you have always made your own way in the name of adventure and you do so without fear. For that I name you Bloompath, may our clan grow from your bravery." He gave the new warrior a soft nod, grinning before shifting to his brother.
"Rosepaw," he paused, fiery wasn't the best word to use at a time like this but it had immediately come to mind. "for your spirited nature with determination and hard work to back it up you will be known as Rosefury. I pray your instincts always guide you well."
Finally, he turned to the tom who'd never spoken a word. "Finally, Honeypaw, though you haven't overcome the silence that has befallen on you it will never make you any less of a capable warrior. From this day on you will be Honeyfawn for your quiet kindness."
Offering the three new warriors a kind smile and a firm nod, Batstrike took a moment for a breath as the clan cheered. Oh, his chest hurt. He lifted his chin and waited for silence when he was ready to continue. "Galekit," he addressed her directly, "you have reached the moon to begin your training. From now until you earn your warrior name you will be called Galepaw." She was already quite kind and lighthearted, but he had decided maybe she'd need someone who could match that for her to finally feel comfortable in the clan she was alone in. "Gooseleap will mentor and share his experiences with you."
The deputy shifted his weight and fought the sudden urge to wince at his paws. The ooze of healing melted paw pads had stuck to the hard stone beneath him. He lifted a white forepaw with a determined twitch of his whiskers. "Flames may have eaten up our home, but we still stand. The ashes of what was lost will not snuff out the fire that lives in all MothClanners hearts!" It had taken a lot to muster the enthusiasm, but hopefully it would lift everyone's spirits. Batstrike swallowed against his ragged throat, the ceremonies finally concluded. He'd done his best to fight the roughness back for his sweet tone to ring true, the burning sensation would be worth it if his first ceremony was an inspiring and memorable one for his clanmates.
MothClan | Deputy | Tom | 38 Moons | Heterosexual
Ash fell from the sky instead of the rain MothClan had so desperately needed, it settled itself like a new coat of skin over their decimated territory. Batstrike couldn't tell if he was still tasting the scent in the air or if it was swirling in his aching lungs. The flames may have destroyed the dry lands they danced so easily across, but it wasn't as fleet-footed as the MothClan warriors who crossed MistClan's border. If only they had all been so lucky... He had personally taken the headcount and asked for the grueling details of those who had them. Lambcurl, Russetflame and Hornstrike were all confirmed to have joined StarClan by the clanmates they spent their final moments with, Leafeyes and her daughter Softpaw were among the missing and MothClan as a whole had been displaced.
The deputy was grateful for the hospitality Sablestar had shown them, but this damp and loud camp didn't compare to their open field beneath Silverpelt. Physical and emotional pain and exhaustion was taking its toll on his clan now even though they were safe. He'd taken notice that RootClan had quietly conducted their ceremonies and MistClan had invited them all to join. It was a good call on Sablestars part, he looked strong and proud in front of all the cats he was hosting- even if his warriors didn't like the refuges in their home. The MothClanners likely wouldn't admit it, but they fell quiet and watched respectfully for more than it was what they felt obligated to do... It had taken their minds off their hardship, even if it was just for a moment. Eveningstar was in too poor condition after the fire and he had a son to mourn for. He'd take the helm for the tom tonight and conduct the ceremonies.
The black and white feline waited for MistClan's excitement to disburse as to not take anything away from their ceremony before moving to his paws. Batstrike didn't shy to one corner, but he wouldn't go as far to make himself rude in the foreign camp. The tall feline stood at ground level near the middle of camp with his shoulders back and long tail high behind him. "MothClanners," he allowed his strong voice to call for attention, "Those old enough to know our pride and strength gather for this moons ceremonies!" His brilliant yellow gaze crossed many unfamiliar faces that had also turned to him. He wasn't one to care much for the other clans, but many of these cats felt the same stresses and the situation called for the politeness. "Let us welcome our hosts and those feeling the same longing for home as well," he continued with a smile before pausing and allowing everyone to settle into place.
"Our eldest apprentices have trained to be mighty MothClan warriors and have all risen against the final challenge StarClan tested them with. You have proven yourselves, so, despite your injuries in the fire I will not hold you back. May the reward of gaining your name and status as a warrior fuel your motivation to heal and get to work on your new duties." Luckily now that he was in charge of overseeing training he paid much closer attention to the clans youth, he felt prepared enough for this moment. Batstrikes felt terribly that Leafeyes wasn't here to witness her strange kits join her rank, but he knew the clan would beam with all the pride and joy for her.
His eyes fell on Bloompaw first, "Bloompaw, you have always made your own way in the name of adventure and you do so without fear. For that I name you Bloompath, may our clan grow from your bravery." He gave the new warrior a soft nod, grinning before shifting to his brother.
"Rosepaw," he paused, fiery wasn't the best word to use at a time like this but it had immediately come to mind. "for your spirited nature with determination and hard work to back it up you will be known as Rosefury. I pray your instincts always guide you well."
Finally, he turned to the tom who'd never spoken a word. "Finally, Honeypaw, though you haven't overcome the silence that has befallen on you it will never make you any less of a capable warrior. From this day on you will be Honeyfawn for your quiet kindness."
Offering the three new warriors a kind smile and a firm nod, Batstrike took a moment for a breath as the clan cheered. Oh, his chest hurt. He lifted his chin and waited for silence when he was ready to continue. "Galekit," he addressed her directly, "you have reached the moon to begin your training. From now until you earn your warrior name you will be called Galepaw." She was already quite kind and lighthearted, but he had decided maybe she'd need someone who could match that for her to finally feel comfortable in the clan she was alone in. "Gooseleap will mentor and share his experiences with you."
The deputy shifted his weight and fought the sudden urge to wince at his paws. The ooze of healing melted paw pads had stuck to the hard stone beneath him. He lifted a white forepaw with a determined twitch of his whiskers. "Flames may have eaten up our home, but we still stand. The ashes of what was lost will not snuff out the fire that lives in all MothClanners hearts!" It had taken a lot to muster the enthusiasm, but hopefully it would lift everyone's spirits. Batstrike swallowed against his ragged throat, the ceremonies finally concluded. He'd done his best to fight the roughness back for his sweet tone to ring true, the burning sensation would be worth it if his first ceremony was an inspiring and memorable one for his clanmates.
