The Timing is Right

[Miss Tactical]

Eveningstar looked as Sablestar did his one ceremony before giving a snort. ”Appreciate it but we don’t need you worries my strongest are able to find a location for a new camp.” Eveningstar knew that it would be many seasons before MothClan would be thriving. He knew it would be a long time before prey would return…they would probably have to make room for a camp near the two leg place where mice ran freely…or of course fight for more land until theres had healed. It was something he would discuss with his most senior warriors when the time came. However there were ceremonies to do today. His own kits being made warriors and for that he puffed out his chest as he was clearly filled with pride.

”I do believe it is my turn, and these will be the very last ceremony held in your camp sablestar I…am thankful you have been THIS accommodating. That being said I do believe it is time for MothClan to make some new warriors and apprentices this moon.”

He saw the apprentices sitting all neat and poised, ready to earn their warrior names. It had been a long time coming for some of these apprentices having to go through so much. ”Tanglepaw, from this day forward you will be known as Tanglespring. You are kind and curious I think you will have a bright future in MothClan one day.” He mewed firmly. He then moved on looking at Bleakbellys kits, the tom was certainly getting very old, but Eveningstar knew better then to request him to retire, he would stay a warrior until the day StarClan took him…and he was more than certain Bleakbelly wouldn’t go willingly.

”Witherpaw, despite being dry sometimes being pessimistic can prepare you for the world that is out there. Being blunt even though the truth hurts at times you never hide it and I respect that. From this day forward you will be known as Witherdust. “ He mewed firmly. ”Sneezepaw you are very stern and serious, something that I good mentor would be for our future apprentices. From this day forward you will be known as Sneezestone. He nodded firmly his eldest kits had done an okay job with their apprentices they had past his test despite always bickering they were able to get the job done.

Next up were his three youngest all grown into fine warriors and his heart beat rapidly to think that they would be on their own now. That didn’t mean that he wouldn’t be there to guide them when they so needed. He looked at all three of them, all names earned and he was ready to give them! ”Flintpaw, Lizardpaw, and Slugpaw I think you’ve all earned your warrior names as well!” There was a spark in the toms eye that was rarely seen. You could see how proud he was as a father as he called them forward.

”Slugpaw my how much energy you have! It is so contagious everyone here in MothClan loves it. From this day forward you will be known as Slugheart.” He mewed warmly. He looked at Lizardpaw next. ”You seem to be rather assertive at times, taking control, but when this fire happened I saw compassion…and trust and even for the first time you showing you have a softer side under that tough outer shell. From this day forward you will be known as Lizardsnap.” He paused looking at Flintpaw. ”You know Flintpaw I happened to notice those feathers hiding in Palesuns old den.” He mused at the start of the ceremony. ”Eager, yet cautious you have presented yourself as a cheery apprentice but cautious of the world around you. From this day forward you will be known as Flintstep.” He mewed firmly.

Finally it was time for the apprentices! These were MothClan’s next generation warriors! Clan life was thriving despite all the hard ships and he certainly wanted to keep it that way. ”Shadowkit, Gopherkit, Featherkit, and Volekit you have reached your 6th moon of age and will be named apprentices today! He mewed as they all stepped forward.

”Shadowkit until you have earned your warrior name, you will be known as Shadowpaw. I think Stormwatcher will be the perfect mentor for you. She reminds me of you when she was an apprentice and I think you will both learn from each other! He paused knowing Stormwatcher had been quite the leader as an apprentice, wise and clever, he could only imagine the things he would pass on to Shadowpaw.

”Featherkit from this day forward you will be known as Featherpaw…your mentor will be Ruststripe. I think….you will realize you are more alike than you think.” He mewed. He had heard the stories about the mischievous little kit in the nursery and Ruststripe…well had her moments as well so maybe if Ruststripe had a taste of her own personality It would settle the warrior down.

”Gopherkit from this day forward you will be known as Gopherpaw you are ready to learn but sometimes you appear to get….distracted. A more tough mentor I think will be suitable for you. Scorpionflame will be your mentor.” He mewed firmly.

”Volekit from this day forward you will be known as Volepaw, I can see a hard worker in you…wanting everyones approval but perhaps slightly worried. I think Tickstorm will be a perfect mentor for you. She has a big heart for those around her and I think she will be more than happy to pass that on to you.” He smiled warmly before leaving Sablestars perch and looking at the MothClan cats gathered.

”At dawn I’ll be leading a patrol back to MothClan’s territory. Our camp more than likely destroyed we will have to rebuild…. I do not know what danger still lies there, thus I will take only seasoned warriors with me. Meet me at the waterfall if you are able.” With that Eveningstar left MistClan’s camp, off to think about MothClan’s futur
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[GnawingOnIce]

Tanglepaw has nearly forgotten about his warrior ceremony. Had the time really gone by that fast? It seemed only yesterday he had still been playing in camp with his siblings, just kits. He had watched all his siblings become warriors before him and he still admired them a good deal, at least he thinks he still does, after what’s happened. It physically exhausted him just to think about the fire and it singing his fur and flesh.

Weeks after, he held his patchy, flame-seared tail close to him most of the time and still limped only a tad bit from the wound on his flank.

He started when Eveningstar called him forward, his heart suddenly thumping with anticipation. His wide, orange eyes, almost like the flames, stared up at the one-eyed leader. A thought nagged at the back of his brain: he wished Leafeyes were here to see him. Wouldn’t she be proud?

”Tanglepaw, from this day forward you will be known as Tanglespring. You are kind and curious I think you will have a bright future in MothClan one day.”

Tanglespring. The name rang in his ears. Somehow it felt almost unfamiliar, not in the sense that it was his new name, but in the sense that he felt like he had done this before. How, though?

Tanglespring quickly expelled the thought from his mind and sat silently as he listened to the other’s names. He didn’t talk to the other apprentices much, though turned to them previously when he never got the chance to hang out with his siblings.

After the ceremony was finished and names were chanted, he turned toward Tansysong. With the biggest grin he could muster at the time, he trotted up to her as much as the wound on his flank would allow him. Even though he felt like the admiration for his siblings had faded with the persistence of time, his love for the older she-cat remained.

“Tansysong!” His voice had matured, no longer squeaky and high-pitched. “I’m a warrior now! Aren’t’cha proud of me?” he spoke with the slightest accent; Tansysong must’ve rubbed it off on him. A purr rumbled in his throat all the while.

Notes;; n/a
Tags;; M'Lady, anyone else who wants to interact with Tanglespring

[Bumblebee]

Volekit was still healing to a certain degree. The burns that spread across the top of his head were no longer bound in herbs and cobwebs, but still her a painful pink. His left ear was gone, leaving him deaf on that half of his head and a good chunk of his other ear was singed off as well. While he could steal hear mostly out of his half ear, it left him at a disadvantage.

He was back on his feet and happily able to be back with his siblings for the most part, as long as he was careful with the still healing and occasionally painful burns that was. As Eveningstar called the clan he was slower behind his siblings. He wasn't sure if his leader would see fit to to let the maimed kit join his siblings as apprentices this moon. So as soon as he heard his name called among the five other siblings, he sprang to his paws and stumbled excitedly to the front of the group to receive his new name and mentor.

”Volekit from this day forward you will be known as Volepaw, I can see a hard worker in you…wanting everyones approval but perhaps slightly worried. I think Tickstorm will be a perfect mentor for you. She has a big heart for those around her and I think she will be more than happy to pass that on to you.” The sound of his new name sent chills through his body, a fanged smile beaming across his face as he trotted over to greet his new mentor.

He waited for his leader to pad off before turning an excited gaze to his newfound teacher. "I promise to listen as best as I can to everything you tell! I'll be the best apprentice ever for you!" He promised, beaming happily. Despite his disability due to his hearing loss, he swore to himself that he would work twice as hard as everyone else to be just as good a warrior as his brothers and sisters!

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[gingersnapsdacat]

    Ruststripe sat in the camp, grooming her fur into the haphazard spikes it used to be kept in. Ever since her walk with Milkberry, the red she-cat had begun to feel more like her old self; the cat that would stare down a leader if she thought she was in the right.
    She was not really paying much attention to the ceremonies, save for maybe offering congratulations if a newly named warrior passed her by. Admittedly, when she saw the newly named sons of EveningStar, her heart clenched a bit. But she pushed it down. They were good cats, regardless of what she thought of their father. 
    ”Featherkit from this day forward you will be known as Featherpaw…your mentor will be Ruststripe. I think….you will realize you are more alike than you think.”
    The tabby she-cat looked up in suprise. Eveningblaze was going to give her an apprentice? That was certainly unexpected. But Ruststripe was not one to turn down an oppurtunity such as this. So, she rolled to her paws, and padded up to the grey pelted tom. 
    “Well, we will certainly have some grand adventures, won’t we?” she offered Featherkit a teasing wink as they touched noses.

    Bunnyblossom pawed at her kits, trying to get them to sit still long enough for her to groom their pelts. So far, she had been able to get most of them relatively clean, but Gopherkit was still giving her trouble.
    “Come on, you can roll in all the dirt you want after the ceremony,” she mewed as Gopherkit tried to wiggle free.
    “Mama! I’m fine! I’m going to be an apprentice, not some little kit!”
    “Well, you are always your mother’s kit,” Bunnyblossom purred, cuffing her son over the ear.
    Bunnyblossom gave her son one final lick before she stood up, allowing him to scurry out of reach. She moved to sit near Volekit, who she had seen was slower in reaching the gathered cats. It had been a hard few moons for her little son, having lost over half of his hearing, and suffering the pain of healing.
    “Show them who’s boss,” she whispered into her son’s good ear.
    She watched happily as each of her kits stepped forwards and recieved their apprentice name and met their mentor.
    “Shadowkit! Volekit! Gopherkit! Featherkit!”

    Meanwhile the freshly groomed Gopherkit scurried up to EveningStar, ready to recieve his apprentice name.
”Gopherkit from this day forward you will be known as Gopherpaw you are ready to learn but sometimes you appear to get….distracted. A more tough mentor I think will be suitable for you. Scorpionflame will be your mentor.
    The newly named apprentice beamed. EveningStar was giving him one of his own sons as a mentor! That must be a special honor, right?
    “Hiya!” He purred, trotting up to the tabby tomcat. “Are you going to show me how to be a good warrior? I wanna be a good warrior like you!”

    Tickstorm quickly turned her attention towards her leader. Maybe this time I’ll get an apprentice, she told herself. After all, Weevilbite and Mantisclaw both had gotten apprentices, so why shouldn’t she? She could be just as good of a mentor as her siblings.
    ”Volekit from this day forward you will be known as Volepaw, I can see a hard worker in you…wanting everyones approval but perhaps slightly worried. I think Tickstorm will be a perfect mentor for you. She has a big heart for those around her and I think she will be more than happy to pass that on to you.”
    The tortoiseshell she-cat immedietly got to her paws, eager to greet the kit that she would be mentoring.
    "I promise to listen as best as I can to everything you tell! I'll be the best apprentice ever for you!"
    She smiled, bending down to touch noses with the burned apprentice.
    “Well, I guess I better be the best mentor ever if I want to keep up!”

OOC @ava LupTacco

[LupTacco]

Featherkit lazily groomed a paw as he sat among his siblings, squinting one eye shut as he watched Eveningstar make his announcements- How's he see like this? the kitten wondered, rubbing his eyes as they got blurry. The scare of the fire seemed to be a dim memory in the young tom's mind for the moment, almost used to seeing all the weird web-toed MistClan cats and the scrawny yet tall RootClan warriors. He knew it would be ending soon, but he hadn't thought about what his home might be like- he was assuming it would be as he remembered it before...

A frown crossed the tom's face, his brow furrowing as he stared at his paws. Ocelotjaw had saved his life; he felt so stupid that he hadn't been able to move without his mom or dad coming to save him. His eyes scanned the dense cluster of cats for the light-furred spotted tabby, but he was dragged away as he realized his name was being called. Dragged out of his thoughts, he stared up at Eveningstar in wonder before turning to look for his new mentor- it didn't take long for him to spot the ruddy-colored she-cat approaching him. He felt like a coiled spring until they touched noses, and all his tension melted away. She seemed so kind! "I hope so, miss Ruststripe" he smiled coyly.

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Sneezestone raised his head proudly, turning to look at Witherdust with a stern but determined nod. They were both warriors now- brave and ready to face the world. Not even a fire could keep them down! And why should it? They were true MothClan cats, part of the bloodline that had started the very clan. His gaze raked across the MistClan camp, daring any cat to challenge him or his heritage, meeting the warm glowing eyes of his father Bleakbelly across the way. The old tom was an often silent and gruff parent, but he allowed some warmth into his gaze this evening- these were his children. His contribution to MothClan's legacy, and he couldn't imagine being more proud of either of them. Age be damned- Bleakbelly felt like a young warrior himself again watching his two sons.

[mewmehh]

Shadowkit had heard the voice of Sablestar as she scrambled around after a ball of moss, ignoring the gentle words of her preening mother. She seemed to care a whole lot more about some funky chattering from old cats, but Shadowkit couldn’t have cared less for such. Who cares about some tom becoming an old fuddy?! However, it was the sharp dismissive tone of Eveningstar who cut through all the mindless chittering to command the attention of his clan. The tone grabbed her attention and her ball dropped aimlessly to the side as her jaw went slack.

Had she forgotten? It was the first of the moon.

Time for ceremonies.

How old was she again?

Her blood froze and her silken black coat rippled with tingles of excitement.

”Six moon,” she reaffirmed.

Her haunches locked into place like a coiled spring ready to snap. She hovered in place for a moment with bated breath before zipping forward, fast as the crack of a whip. Within a few heartbeats, she stood antsy at the front of the gathered cats, having pushed and tramped through the others. Bouncing on her paws, she listened impatiently as the apprentices first received their warrior names. Lizardsnap, Heartslug,Step-whoever and a pawful more, but that didn’t matter! She would be leaving the Nursery and getting to explore the territory outside camp! FINALLY!! Though, she supposed the evacuation during the fire kinda counted...But this!! This was totally different!!

When the time came for her littermates and peers to receive their names, she hooted and hollered as Eveningstar called her forth, bucking a bit as she dashed. Skidding to a halt, Shadowkit beamed as he began with her, a shining badge that she’d certainly boast to her siblings about for moons to come; she was named first and given the well-known Stormwatcher for her mentor. As she cantered forward to touch noses with the splotchy warrior, then newly-named Shadowpaw sent Featherkit, Gopherkit, and Volekit a cheeky wink before returning to take her place proudly among her peers.

[M'Lady]

Tanglespring, he'd been named Tanglespring.
A small smile curled up on the she-cats features, warmth blooming deep in her chest in the form of a rumbling purr. Yes, that name suited him. She missed Tanglefur, of course, but she liked to think that this little kit she had found all those moons ago, that little kit who was now so much bigger than her, was some sort of redemption for her old friend. Her first friend.

She felt a brief flicker of worry as she watched the newly named warrior limp a bit on his way over to her, but it quickly disappeared when she saw his bright features and heard his ecstatic voice.

"M'proud." She spoke simply, not needing to accentuate her feeling with anymore words, as the warmth in her tone conveyed more than her stumbling speech ever could. She reached up, a bit farther than she'd had to the last time she spoke to him (he must've grown!) and touched his cheek lightly with her nose in a gesture of soft affection.

"M'prouder than y'could ever know." Her strange voice filtered through the air in a twisting melody, a haunting one that fit in quite right in the darkest of forests, but felt a bit out of place here. It didn't matter, though, because now with his voice glimmering with hers, it felt right.

It felt like it had when she and Rubblespots spoke the same.

"Congratulations."


( GnawingOnIce )