[ti]Open[/ti]Story of the World

[M'Lady]

Their warriors had recently returned, a new threat loomed over their heads, and her clanmates walked with heavy paws and even heavier hearts. She hated seeing them like this, watching as they all worried about a danger that was veiled in mystery and strangeness. They knew how to deal with other clans, but with something as odd as a Tribe? A group of cats with traditions and cultures they'd never seen before? Who knew what they would do, if they even had a code to follow, if they would stoop so low as crude rogues that harmed kits. 
Her clan needed something to cheer them up, to remind them that they were still burning as strong as ever. She thought on this, sitting in the entrance of her den as she stared out at the gloomy clearing, gray and damp from yesterday's rain, a chill in the air to remind them that leafbare wasn't far ahead. 
Weren't there some apprentices that had just taken tests with their mentors? And if she recalled correctly, it was around the right time for Roseblaze's kit to be apprenticed. 

She rose up to her paws, and made the few quick maneuvers that would bring her to her favorite perch in the stone walls of her clan, the High Ledge. She wondered briefly, golden eyes glowing, if future leaders would sit upon this spot as well to address the clan. She hoped they would. She wanted to leave a good lasting legacy for this new home of theirs. She cleared her throat, and called out to summon her warriors to her. 

"May all cats old enough to scale the rock face gather underneath the High Ledge for a clan meeting!" She shouted, her voice tearing through the fog as sharp as sunlight, and just as full of warmth. She waited a moment for them to gather, before she smiled down at her friends, her family, and began to speak. 

"I know, we all have much to face in the coming moons. This so-called Tribe, leafbare, and Mothclan nipping at our paws." She didn't mention the rogues, they were inconsequential now. Anyways, she'd heard some rumors that Mothstar was waging war on them. Good for him. "So, I had been thinking, why not have a few extra paws?" She paused, and then called out loudly for all to hear. "Kestrelpaw! Foxpaw! Molepaw! Come up to receive your warrior names!" The second litter of Blackheart's kits with Olivenose. Her heart stung in a familiar way, but it had grown dull by this point, and she was able to brush it off much more easily than she once had. The apprentices skittered into existence before her, and she smiled before she addressed the first. 

"Kestrelpaw, you are playful, sweet, and loving to each and every one of your clanmates. Much like rain to flowers, you bring life to all around you and help others bloom to their greatest potential. For this, I name you Kestreldrop." 

"Foxpaw, you are unerringly polite, and you make every movement and say every word with grace. I suspect you will form many lasting friendships, and will succeed in any endeavor your put your mind to! For this, I name you Foxfall!" 

"Molepaw, you are loyal, and unbelievably kind. I know that sometimes, you can get uncertain, that there are moment where you question the intentions of other and even your own, but I know that no matter what, you'll strive to do what's right. For this, I name you Moleheart!" 

She waited as the clan cheered, her whiskers twitching in faint amusement as she thought briefly about the names she'd bestowed on the apprentices, now warriors. She felt like loyalty and kindness must run in their family. 

"Watch over us tonight, my warriors! We are all counting on you!" 


Owlstar paused, waiting for the many cheers to die down, before she called up Beankit. The tiny pretty she-cat bounded up with such enthusiasm, she was surprised the small thing didn't slip on the rocks. Beankit beamed up at her, and the leader couldn't help the smile that decorated her features. 

"Beankit, I can see you're quite enthusiastic to help your clan," She began, and though the kit looked anxious to reply, she kept her mouth shut and instead nodded vigorously.  She'd planned on giving Beankit to one of two warriors, when this time came. The first.. She glanced over at the tom, and then quickly dismissed the thought. He was still exhausted, clearly, and now he had a family. No, she had asked too much of him so early. It was time to give him a rest. Instead, she turned to the second warrior, and then smiled. 

"Rookheart, you told me once when you were a kit, that you planned to take over as leader someday. I cannot give you that, but for your incredibly loyalty and dedication to serving your clan to the best of your abilities and further, I ask you now to mentor this kit. I trust that you will teach her everything that you know." She dipped her head, before announcing. "I hereby name you, in front of your family and in the eyes of our warrior ancestors, Beanpaw! Serve us well!" 

Then the clan cheered, and Owlstar closed her eyes, letting familiar voices drown out her thoughts as she gave in to the world around her. She wondered, what the next moons would bring. She hoped, that her clan would remain strong and burning. 
They couldn't afford to sink again. 

[Dragon]

Deerkit lay curled up in the nursery next to his sister Fawnkit when he heard Owlstar let out a call for their clan to gather. He jumped to his paws and poked Fawnkit in the side. "Hey, wake up Fawnkit. Owlstar is calling a meeting lets go." He turned tail and darted out of the nursery and into the clearing. Deerkit watched in aww as the meeting went on. He wished that he was up there with his sister as his side. "One more moon," he whispered.

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Fawnkit moaned as her brother poked her awake. But she slowly got to her paws and followed suit quietly. The tan and white she-cat sat at her brothers side and wrapped her tail around her front paws. She watched as Kestrelpaw, Foxpaw, and Molepaw were called up and received their names becoming Kestreldrop, Foxfall and Moleheart. Then to her shock Beankit got called up. She purred happily as her den mate became an apprentice. When it came time she called out her new name along with the others. "Beanpaw, Beanpaw, Beanpaw!"

[foggy]

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Wow. She remembered the last time her name had been called up like this, when she was but a kit, too excited to even concentrate on being gentle and restrained at her own apprentice ceremony. A lot had changed, but not that, Kestrelpaw still had her excitable nature ingrained in her, though it had tempered down at least. Her training had gone well, she thought, Racoonmask was a good mentor so she hadn't suffered through arduous lessons or been left in the dark about techniques but she wasn't exceptional in terms of ability. That suited her fine, she wasn't as heroic or skilled as her father or as respected or maternal as her mother but she was happy with who she was,

The young she-cat was the first to receive her name, expecting something bird-related to be assigned as her suffix, something like 'feather' or 'wing' but Owlstar had a knack for naming, all of her siblings had received a name that wasn't typical. Kestreldrop. Almost as soon as it registered in her mind, it sounded natural to her. A grin spread across her face and she twitched, giddy with excitement, but desperately tried to remain calm and in control to hear the names of her littermates. Foxfall's name sounded as graceful and subtle as her brother indeed was, while Moleheart was more traditional but the same suffix as their father, so that made it special.

Her smile constant, she turned to whisper congratulations to her littermates, before moving to the side to make way for the new apprentice. Her family was one of the largest in Ivyclan so it wasn't often a meeting went by without at least one of her older siblings or parents being called upon to mentor a new youngster. It struck her that soon enough, she would be added to list of possible mentors. That was a scary thought, but it wasn't like she didn't have anyone she couldn't talk to about it. As mentioned, near enough every single one of her immediate family (excluding her littermates) had mentored, so when the time came for her, she would be so damn prepared. "Woo! Yes, Beampaw!" Might as well get all of her energy out shouting before she had to sit still for the remainder of the night guarding.