Post by sabs on Jun 1, 2018 16:17:41 GMT
BRACKENFALL >>
Since the last gathering, Mothstar still hadn't seemed to shake the sickness that had overcome him. Both medicine cats had been with him day and night, trying to cure whatever illlness it was. So, once again, it was up to Brackenfall to step in for the old leader. He only had two warriors to name this moon, fortunately, so he believed that he was perfectly capable of the task. He himself had heard countless times the words used for the various ceremonies, but to Mothstar's annoyance asked to quickly go over the right things to say before this moment. It wasn't a proud one, but he wanted to make sure that this specific ceremony was perfect. After all, he was naming two of his favorite apprentices.
The tabby tom bunched his muscles and leapt daintily onto the High Rock, his gazing sweeping over the Clan. He knew one particular apprentice that had been waiting quite some time for this moment, so without hesitating, he let his voice ring out across camp, "Let all cats old enough to fight their own battles gather here under the High Rock for a Clan meeting!" The deputy watched as cats streamed from there dens, realizing that it was still quite early in the morning, but he'd wanted to get through it before he forgot the exact words he'd been running over and over again in him mind. As soon as he saw most all of the Clan was here, he motioned with his tail for Otterpaw to step forward.
"Otterpaw, you have trained relentlessly and without complaint to become a great warrior to MothClan. Your energy and enthusiasm are unmatched by many. From this day forward you shall be known as Otterspark. Let your charisma inspire others in the Clan to continue to flourish." He paused to touch his nose against the new warriors forehead, before scanning to see where the other apprentice was. A flash of grey fur caught his eye as he saw Scorchpaw making his way towards him. He couldn't help letting out a small purr of excitement for the tom.
"Scorchpaw." He began, looking on the fluffy tom affectionately. "I know you have long awaited this moment, and your patience does not go unnoticed. I have been following your training here in MothClan for many moons." Brackenfall paused to take a deep breath before continuing. "You may have come to us from a different Clan, but that story is not unlike many of ours, like mine." His voice dripped with pride for the young cat as he surveyed his fellow Clanmates. "Scorchpaw, you have fought hard to earn a place here, and you are just as much MothClan as the rest of us. Your persistence and kindness is second to none. From now on you shall be known as Scorchmane. Do not let others take advantage of your soft heart."
The tabby tom rested his nose on Scorchmane's forehead and spoke under his breath so that only the two of them could hear, "It's an honor to give you your name." He drew back from the new warrior as the rest of the Clan cheered them on, pride filling his heart for both Otterspark and Scorchmane. Their Clan was strong, and even stronger now with such great warriors to help protect them. Brackenfall jumped off the High Rock to join his Clanmates in their praise.
The tabby tom bunched his muscles and leapt daintily onto the High Rock, his gazing sweeping over the Clan. He knew one particular apprentice that had been waiting quite some time for this moment, so without hesitating, he let his voice ring out across camp, "Let all cats old enough to fight their own battles gather here under the High Rock for a Clan meeting!" The deputy watched as cats streamed from there dens, realizing that it was still quite early in the morning, but he'd wanted to get through it before he forgot the exact words he'd been running over and over again in him mind. As soon as he saw most all of the Clan was here, he motioned with his tail for Otterpaw to step forward.
"Otterpaw, you have trained relentlessly and without complaint to become a great warrior to MothClan. Your energy and enthusiasm are unmatched by many. From this day forward you shall be known as Otterspark. Let your charisma inspire others in the Clan to continue to flourish." He paused to touch his nose against the new warriors forehead, before scanning to see where the other apprentice was. A flash of grey fur caught his eye as he saw Scorchpaw making his way towards him. He couldn't help letting out a small purr of excitement for the tom.
"Scorchpaw." He began, looking on the fluffy tom affectionately. "I know you have long awaited this moment, and your patience does not go unnoticed. I have been following your training here in MothClan for many moons." Brackenfall paused to take a deep breath before continuing. "You may have come to us from a different Clan, but that story is not unlike many of ours, like mine." His voice dripped with pride for the young cat as he surveyed his fellow Clanmates. "Scorchpaw, you have fought hard to earn a place here, and you are just as much MothClan as the rest of us. Your persistence and kindness is second to none. From now on you shall be known as Scorchmane. Do not let others take advantage of your soft heart."
The tabby tom rested his nose on Scorchmane's forehead and spoke under his breath so that only the two of them could hear, "It's an honor to give you your name." He drew back from the new warrior as the rest of the Clan cheered them on, pride filling his heart for both Otterspark and Scorchmane. Their Clan was strong, and even stronger now with such great warriors to help protect them. Brackenfall jumped off the High Rock to join his Clanmates in their praise.