Post by KingHarry on May 8, 2018 0:49:04 GMT
"Let all cats old enough to fight their own battles gather for a clan meeting!"
It was that time again. There were very few warrior ceremonies to do today. With the recent death of poor Smudgepaw and the fact that Scorchpaw was being held back, the number of apprentices due to become warriors had been nearly halved. Not that Mothstar particularly minded, of course. No, anything that could make his life easier was somewhat appreciated - especially now he felt like he was coming down with a cough again. That was one of the bad things about growing old, he supposed; it meant that he fell ill a lot easier than the younger, healthier warriors in his clan.
"Lionpaw, Frecklepaw, and Heronpaw - please step forward," Mothstar called down from his rock, his voice a little hoarse. "The three of you have proven to be strong, noble warriors. MothClan and StarClan alike recognise your abilities, and from now on you will be known by your warrior names."
The leader's eyes fell on the first apprentice - his son, Lionpaw. "Lionpaw, you shall be known as Liongaze. When your enemies see the furious fire in your eyes on the battlefield, may they realise the danger they are in and swiftly flee." He then looked towards the next apprentice. "Heronpaw, your quiet nature hides a tremendous force. You shall be known as Heronwatcher.
"Finally, Frecklepaw. In your heart is a fire that cannot be extinguished. Because of this, your name shall be Freckleflame. I trust that the three of you will continue to loyally serve your clan, and that in the future we can all depend on you should we need to. Congratulations on becoming MothClan's newest warriors."
Mothstar paused for a moment, shifting on the spot, before he continued. "Now, Stormkit and Hailkit - please also step forward." Again, these were Mothstar's own children. While he showed no sign of pride on his face, he did feel it in his heart. It was always satisfying to see his own flesh and blood grow into what he was certain would one day be strong, formidable warriors.
"The two of you have reached the age at which you are to become apprentices. Stormkit, your mentor shall be Silvertongue. He is an intelligent warrior that I believe can bring out the best in you. Hailkit, your mentor shall be Tawnystorm. The two of you are equally proud, and I feel as if you could learn a lot from each other. You will now be known as Stormpaw and Hailpaw.
"Aspenkit, Thunderkit, Pigeonkit, and Amberkit, please step forward too. You are all also old enough to become apprentices. Aspenkit, your mentor shall be the determined Pouncefox, who I hope will teach you how to handle both ambition and your duty to the clan. Thunderkit, your mentor shall be Lionstorm. Together, I believe that the two of you will have many adventures. Pigeonkit, your mentor shall be Lightfoot. Please, do attempt not to take advantage of his kind nature. Finally, Amberkit. You are a quiet kit and I feel that Sweetbriar will be capable of teaching you how to use this to your advantage. Welcome, Aspenpaw, Thunderpaw, Pigeonpaw, and Amberpaw."
It was that time again. There were very few warrior ceremonies to do today. With the recent death of poor Smudgepaw and the fact that Scorchpaw was being held back, the number of apprentices due to become warriors had been nearly halved. Not that Mothstar particularly minded, of course. No, anything that could make his life easier was somewhat appreciated - especially now he felt like he was coming down with a cough again. That was one of the bad things about growing old, he supposed; it meant that he fell ill a lot easier than the younger, healthier warriors in his clan.
"Lionpaw, Frecklepaw, and Heronpaw - please step forward," Mothstar called down from his rock, his voice a little hoarse. "The three of you have proven to be strong, noble warriors. MothClan and StarClan alike recognise your abilities, and from now on you will be known by your warrior names."
The leader's eyes fell on the first apprentice - his son, Lionpaw. "Lionpaw, you shall be known as Liongaze. When your enemies see the furious fire in your eyes on the battlefield, may they realise the danger they are in and swiftly flee." He then looked towards the next apprentice. "Heronpaw, your quiet nature hides a tremendous force. You shall be known as Heronwatcher.
"Finally, Frecklepaw. In your heart is a fire that cannot be extinguished. Because of this, your name shall be Freckleflame. I trust that the three of you will continue to loyally serve your clan, and that in the future we can all depend on you should we need to. Congratulations on becoming MothClan's newest warriors."
Mothstar paused for a moment, shifting on the spot, before he continued. "Now, Stormkit and Hailkit - please also step forward." Again, these were Mothstar's own children. While he showed no sign of pride on his face, he did feel it in his heart. It was always satisfying to see his own flesh and blood grow into what he was certain would one day be strong, formidable warriors.
"The two of you have reached the age at which you are to become apprentices. Stormkit, your mentor shall be Silvertongue. He is an intelligent warrior that I believe can bring out the best in you. Hailkit, your mentor shall be Tawnystorm. The two of you are equally proud, and I feel as if you could learn a lot from each other. You will now be known as Stormpaw and Hailpaw.
"Aspenkit, Thunderkit, Pigeonkit, and Amberkit, please step forward too. You are all also old enough to become apprentices. Aspenkit, your mentor shall be the determined Pouncefox, who I hope will teach you how to handle both ambition and your duty to the clan. Thunderkit, your mentor shall be Lionstorm. Together, I believe that the two of you will have many adventures. Pigeonkit, your mentor shall be Lightfoot. Please, do attempt not to take advantage of his kind nature. Finally, Amberkit. You are a quiet kit and I feel that Sweetbriar will be capable of teaching you how to use this to your advantage. Welcome, Aspenpaw, Thunderpaw, Pigeonpaw, and Amberpaw."