Post by Ringtail on Apr 15, 2018 19:50:52 GMT
"Cats of all ages, please take a pawstep to the The Ancient Ancestor, it is that time again, where our Ancestors bring to us their thoughts!" The familiar flocked tom announced to all of the tribe that could hear, stepping from alcove in the den wall. Firstspeaker headed to the the gold and emerald statue, pausing in his tracks to seat himself. He shifted a small amount facing the crowd that slowly gathered from all his tribemates.
"But it also brings to my attention, and the attention of our ancestors, that I am without the next to lead our beloved home. I have had visions, visits from our beloved ones in the Tribe of Endless Hunting. They have spoken their concern for our future in be half of themselves of our daily live.." He made a pause to scratch at his right ear.
"For the next in line, after I, myself, have passed and joined with the Tribe of Endless Hunting, and with the signs I have received from our fellow cats in the stars, I have chosen Stream of Silver Stars for her honesty and confidence. We hope you bring us good fortune to our tribe and our survival. "
Firstspeaker's voice deep with pride with his choice, hoping Stream of Silver Stars would do the best she could do. He mostly hoped the Ancestors foresaw good things for the tribe. "Our ancestors show a she-cat like her in great attribute to that of a strong blizzard fighting obstacles away!"
He listened to the cats gathered around cheer and cry Stream's full name, nodding to their excitement. He quickly raised a paw for silence. "But that is not all our ancestor have to say! I am afraid we have some frightening news! It as shown to me in a vision that once the hawk and eagle meet, bad times will come! We are to be prepare for whatever it is to come. I have also been shown that many cats of our tribe will perish, many will not.." His eyes shone with concern and worrisome but soon blinked it away to replace it with courage. "But do not fear, as we as a tribe, we will stick together in this near future event, we will remain strong and hopeful, for our Ancestors will guide us as they always have!" The tom soon stood to look up at the golden cat towering over him, ears perked high. "Dearest Ancestors, give us your strength to endure the next hardships, so we may continue to honor you in our names." He quickly returned to the crowd of cats before him once again, tail kinking up.
"But I have to say, to lighten tings up..That our young kits are to be named for their future duties.." He cleared his throat, "Moss That Grows On Trees and Fog that Fills the Forest, you both are to become Prey-Hunters. Your agile bodies will be fast and strong enough to bring caught-prey like those of the snakes I have seen....Night which Stains the Sky, you are to become a Home-Guard for your muscular legs that will help you take on those that prey upon us,leap as high as a white hare. We wish you will in these duties or if you chose to change your training, we will all be happy for you, no matter your choice." He nodded to the mentioned kits, shifting his haunches. Oh dear.
" Shadow That Creeps Stealthily..Due to your negligence of joining your mentor and helping others around the territory..I hear by lengthen your to-be training time to the age of 17 Moons. We hope you learn from your lesson and become the Home-Guard you are destined to be."
Firstspeaker's eyes glanced to the young tom, just hoping the young-in will learn his lesson. Laziness and skipping out on daily chores were important notice to show that Shadow was slacking. Slacking was not okay in his book.
"This has been our Telling for the month, until the next Telling, please ensure yourselves that the Ancestors will be watching over all of us.."
"But it also brings to my attention, and the attention of our ancestors, that I am without the next to lead our beloved home. I have had visions, visits from our beloved ones in the Tribe of Endless Hunting. They have spoken their concern for our future in be half of themselves of our daily live.." He made a pause to scratch at his right ear.
"For the next in line, after I, myself, have passed and joined with the Tribe of Endless Hunting, and with the signs I have received from our fellow cats in the stars, I have chosen Stream of Silver Stars for her honesty and confidence. We hope you bring us good fortune to our tribe and our survival. "
Firstspeaker's voice deep with pride with his choice, hoping Stream of Silver Stars would do the best she could do. He mostly hoped the Ancestors foresaw good things for the tribe. "Our ancestors show a she-cat like her in great attribute to that of a strong blizzard fighting obstacles away!"
He listened to the cats gathered around cheer and cry Stream's full name, nodding to their excitement. He quickly raised a paw for silence. "But that is not all our ancestor have to say! I am afraid we have some frightening news! It as shown to me in a vision that once the hawk and eagle meet, bad times will come! We are to be prepare for whatever it is to come. I have also been shown that many cats of our tribe will perish, many will not.." His eyes shone with concern and worrisome but soon blinked it away to replace it with courage. "But do not fear, as we as a tribe, we will stick together in this near future event, we will remain strong and hopeful, for our Ancestors will guide us as they always have!" The tom soon stood to look up at the golden cat towering over him, ears perked high. "Dearest Ancestors, give us your strength to endure the next hardships, so we may continue to honor you in our names." He quickly returned to the crowd of cats before him once again, tail kinking up.
"But I have to say, to lighten tings up..That our young kits are to be named for their future duties.." He cleared his throat, "Moss That Grows On Trees and Fog that Fills the Forest, you both are to become Prey-Hunters. Your agile bodies will be fast and strong enough to bring caught-prey like those of the snakes I have seen....Night which Stains the Sky, you are to become a Home-Guard for your muscular legs that will help you take on those that prey upon us,leap as high as a white hare. We wish you will in these duties or if you chose to change your training, we will all be happy for you, no matter your choice." He nodded to the mentioned kits, shifting his haunches. Oh dear.
" Shadow That Creeps Stealthily..Due to your negligence of joining your mentor and helping others around the territory..I hear by lengthen your to-be training time to the age of 17 Moons. We hope you learn from your lesson and become the Home-Guard you are destined to be."
Firstspeaker's eyes glanced to the young tom, just hoping the young-in will learn his lesson. Laziness and skipping out on daily chores were important notice to show that Shadow was slacking. Slacking was not okay in his book.
"This has been our Telling for the month, until the next Telling, please ensure yourselves that the Ancestors will be watching over all of us.."