Post by M'Lady on Jan 1, 2019 18:58:43 GMT
The day was rather gray, drab, cold. Owlstar stood in the clearing, the frigid breeze biting at her fur, but she didn't seem to mind much. The queen was in a rather lovely state. She rather liked the cooler weather, as her thick fur protected her against any harm. The snow, though freezing, was still rather beautiful. And of course, she had three beautiful kits in the nursery, being watched over by Owlcry as she stepped out to do a few ceremonies. The leader hopped up onto her perch, claws cracking the thin layer of frost that coated the world. She swirled to face her clan, her movements as graceful and dancing as snowflakes drifting silently down in the sky.
"May all cats old enough to climb the rock face gather underneath the High Ledge for a clan meeting!" She called out, her tail swishing around to rest on her paws. She paused as her warriors gathered beneath her, and offered them a soft smile that was returned by many.
"I've called you here today, to make some excellent apprentices into the warriors they deserve to be, and rise our older kits into the ranks of our clan!" She hummed, yellow eyes flickering with warm embers of the hearth.
"Beanpaw and Stoatpaw, please come forth!" Owlstar waited, and watched as they scurried forward, one she-cat nearly stumbling over her mottled paws in her excitement. The queen couldn't help the grin that rose to her face, as she began with the daughter of one of her lost deputies.
"Beanpaw, I've seen you grow from the day you were born, and grow into a lovely and patient warrior," She paused, and then laughed softly as the young she-cats eyes peered up at her. "Well, mostly patient. For your quick claws and your unerring bold nature, I name you Beanstrike. May you bring fear to the hearts of your enemies, and your fangs bring safety to your loved ones." She dipped her head, watching as the young warrior puffed herself up in pride, her eyes glowing as bright as the stars.
"Stoatpaw, you have a quality I rarely see in young warriors nowadays. You think. You wait for the perfect moment to strike with your words or your claws, and attack swiftly and true. Patience has always been something I admired in young members of the clan, and for this, I grant you your new name, Stoatstalk. Continue to look before you step, and protect your clanmates from dangers they don't yet see."
Owlstar watched as the clan cheered for the newly named warriors, and her gaze settled upon two kits that she would name to be apprentices. Once her warriors quieted down, she rose her head high to call them forward.
"Stripekit, Dapplekit, please come forth." She waited as one kit helped to guide the other, fondness gleaming in her yellow eyes, and then looked down as they appeared before her.
"Young ones, I found you when you were still barely kittypets, and you looked me in the eyes and told me you wanted to live the life of a wild cat." She studied them, with her bright golden eyes, before continuing. "You have lived with the clan, learned our ways, and now I grant you the chance to be what you once asked me to be. Here, before the eyes of the clan and our warrior ancestors, I name you Stripepaw and Dapplepaw. Stripepaw, you are incredibly brave, and the only cat I can think of that can keep up with you is Heronflight. Dapplepaw, do not let your lack of sight dissuade you from being a warrior. Milkeyes has suffered the same fate, and I'm proud to count him among my ranks. Warriors, teach them well." The leader hummed, as the clan rose up in cheers around her once again.
She smiled, raising her muzzle to the sky, only to freeze as something struck the wall beside her with a resounding crack. She whirled around, her mane of fur bristling around her as she spotted a clump of ice a bit larger than her dainty paw. She frowned in confusion, but then whipped around again as more of those cracks echoed from ice hitting rocks in the clearing, and then yelped as one struck her flank with such force, she could've been knocked out had it been her head. Her yellow gaze flared as it shot up to the skies, noticing that the clouds had gotten thick and dark while they were preoccupied with ceremonies. Her fevered eyes moved to her warriors, wondering if this was some sort of sign that this new generation was cursed, but shook it from her mind.
"Hailstorm!" She shouted, watching the moments before her cats would be pelted by an onslaught of these ever growing lumps of solid ice. "Take cover!" And with that she leaped, streaking towards the nursery.
"May all cats old enough to climb the rock face gather underneath the High Ledge for a clan meeting!" She called out, her tail swishing around to rest on her paws. She paused as her warriors gathered beneath her, and offered them a soft smile that was returned by many.
"I've called you here today, to make some excellent apprentices into the warriors they deserve to be, and rise our older kits into the ranks of our clan!" She hummed, yellow eyes flickering with warm embers of the hearth.
"Beanpaw and Stoatpaw, please come forth!" Owlstar waited, and watched as they scurried forward, one she-cat nearly stumbling over her mottled paws in her excitement. The queen couldn't help the grin that rose to her face, as she began with the daughter of one of her lost deputies.
"Beanpaw, I've seen you grow from the day you were born, and grow into a lovely and patient warrior," She paused, and then laughed softly as the young she-cats eyes peered up at her. "Well, mostly patient. For your quick claws and your unerring bold nature, I name you Beanstrike. May you bring fear to the hearts of your enemies, and your fangs bring safety to your loved ones." She dipped her head, watching as the young warrior puffed herself up in pride, her eyes glowing as bright as the stars.
"Stoatpaw, you have a quality I rarely see in young warriors nowadays. You think. You wait for the perfect moment to strike with your words or your claws, and attack swiftly and true. Patience has always been something I admired in young members of the clan, and for this, I grant you your new name, Stoatstalk. Continue to look before you step, and protect your clanmates from dangers they don't yet see."
Owlstar watched as the clan cheered for the newly named warriors, and her gaze settled upon two kits that she would name to be apprentices. Once her warriors quieted down, she rose her head high to call them forward.
"Stripekit, Dapplekit, please come forth." She waited as one kit helped to guide the other, fondness gleaming in her yellow eyes, and then looked down as they appeared before her.
"Young ones, I found you when you were still barely kittypets, and you looked me in the eyes and told me you wanted to live the life of a wild cat." She studied them, with her bright golden eyes, before continuing. "You have lived with the clan, learned our ways, and now I grant you the chance to be what you once asked me to be. Here, before the eyes of the clan and our warrior ancestors, I name you Stripepaw and Dapplepaw. Stripepaw, you are incredibly brave, and the only cat I can think of that can keep up with you is Heronflight. Dapplepaw, do not let your lack of sight dissuade you from being a warrior. Milkeyes has suffered the same fate, and I'm proud to count him among my ranks. Warriors, teach them well." The leader hummed, as the clan rose up in cheers around her once again.
She smiled, raising her muzzle to the sky, only to freeze as something struck the wall beside her with a resounding crack. She whirled around, her mane of fur bristling around her as she spotted a clump of ice a bit larger than her dainty paw. She frowned in confusion, but then whipped around again as more of those cracks echoed from ice hitting rocks in the clearing, and then yelped as one struck her flank with such force, she could've been knocked out had it been her head. Her yellow gaze flared as it shot up to the skies, noticing that the clouds had gotten thick and dark while they were preoccupied with ceremonies. Her fevered eyes moved to her warriors, wondering if this was some sort of sign that this new generation was cursed, but shook it from her mind.
"Hailstorm!" She shouted, watching the moments before her cats would be pelted by an onslaught of these ever growing lumps of solid ice. "Take cover!" And with that she leaped, streaking towards the nursery.