Post by LupTacco on Nov 9, 2018 7:31:23 GMT
absolutely nothing will go wrong in december !
Bearstar hummed happily to herself, mimicking the bubbling river of water that tumbled overhead. It had been a short time since the violent clash with the tribe under that accursed holly-red moon, and each clan had faced losses and earned new scars; she herself bore long marks on her shoulders, still a little tender even today. In spite of it all, though... she had to admit, things seemed to be overall looking up. Though some part of her grieved at the loss of her former mentor and the only clan founder witnessed by any living cat, she anticipated the new style of leadership his successor Brackenstar would bring. At they very least, Mothstar's legacy lived on in his many children, and his bloodline would definitely shape how MothClan looked for many moons to come.
And there was a brighter silver lining to the mid-leaf-fall moon, one she was keeping quiet for now but which would certainly come out eventually even if she never spoke a word- Goldenmane had finally spoken up about his feelings, ones which Bearstar herself shared. She was certain she would have lovely children, raised in a secure and enchanting camp. Today, however, she had other young cats to consider- though no kits were yet old enough to begin their training, two apprentices awaited their warrior names.
"May all cats old enough to cross the waterfall gather here for a clan meeting!" the leader's voice resounded though the cave as she took her place on the somewhat elevated stone she spoke from. "With the tribe retreated and peace restored for now, we can at least look forward into the future with hope that it will not be so harsh, and I know with the grace of StarClan we will win by their favor and our own strengths. Of course, a clan is nothing without a steady supply of new warriors, and this moon we have two cats who have at last earned their places in the warriors' den. Wingpaw! Juniperpaw! Please come forward."
She blinked at the pale cream tom, sharing the distinctly ringed tabby pattern of his father, "Wingpaw, you were rash to leave the clan the raised and protected you, but I believe you've learned that there is safety to be found in numbers and familiar territory. That said, I am impressed by your recovery, and I deem you fit for the name Wingshine, as you never gave up."
Turning to the darker ginger she-cat beside him, Bearstar continued, "Juniperpaw. Some who do not know you may judge you by appearance only- they are foolish. You will be named Juniperpath, for you have never lost your way, and would never allow anyone else to, either, if you had a say in it."
With that, the ceremony was done; names were repeated honorably, and the brown-furred she-cat stepped down from her ledge to weave by her clanmates and step out to enjoy the moonlight for a bit.
As she stepped out of the camp, a little grey and black bird fluttered by, chasing a stunningly large grey moth. Perhaps it was just coincidence, but she felt as if StarClan itself had stepped down to assure her that everything to come would be well. Thank you, Shrikeheart. I'm sure his spirit rests well- and heavily, I imagine, she smirked slightly, recalling that Mothmaw had been a frankly awful denmate.
tags; Miss Tactical Ringtailooc;Wingpaw becomes Wingshine, Juniperpaw becomes Juniperheart
