[ti]Open[/ti]We Are More Than We Are Jun 6, 2019 23:21:36 GMT
Post by LupTacco on Jun 6, 2019 23:21:36 GMT
Brushing her sides along the stone, Bearstar navigated out of her den slowly. She was almost used to it now, using her whiskers and the ends of her short fur to navigate the world, listening for where the echoes ended when others would speak or walk near her. Though she could no longer see the rise and fall of the sun, she knew her camp well. The sounds of cats shuffling between dens quietly, preparing to rest for the evening, told her all she needed to know- it was about the proper time for naming others under the first stars of the evening. Tucking her paws in neatly under her chest, she took a deep breath and let out a yowl, "Let all cats old enough to cross the waterfall gather here for a clan meeting!"
"I may not have my vision- as most of you have surely noticed by now- but I still have my strength, and this moon I am filled with great pride. Squirrelpaw and Patchpaw are ready to enter the warriors den, as are my oldest children- Hootpaw, Mothpaw, and Roundpaw. Each of you, come forward," the weariness in her heart lifted as she heard her children weave through the crowd to sit before her. In spite of everything, she still had three perfect children, and would take on the honor of naming them herself.
"Squirrelpaw, you have a wealth of knowledge and a full mind that can't help but come out in your speech- you will be named Squirrelchatter," she began first with the two apprentices she had not raised, but was still glad to be appointing to their warriorhood. "And Patchpaw, you will be named Patchfoot, for your curiosity and wandering steps."
Sweeping her tail outward and straightening up, Bearstar smiled warmly as she now addressed her only daughter. "Hootpaw, you have been by my side through so much, and I'm afraid I haven't always been by yours. You make an old queen so much more proud than I can begin to express, and I know you're as beautiful as the day you were born. I name you Hootswoop- you were always at my side, like an owl flying low, and you're as graceful as any bird."
"Mothpaw, you are a handful, to me as well as your mentor Rookshade- but you are a fine young man, and I am proud to have helped raise you into the warrior you are today. I cannot see your coat anymore, but I know it must be as messy as always," she purred with light amusement, "Your name will be Mothsnarl, not just for your tangled pelt, but for your fierce heart."
"And Roundpaw," she hummed thoughtfully, "you aren't as fierce as your brother, nor as driven as your sister- but you have a beautiful heart, and sometimes others could use a reminder to take things slow. I know you're a handsome young man, solidly built and full of warmth. I will name you... Roundface." She let her words settle in, before lifting her sightless gaze upwards.
"This meeting is concluded, but the season of Green-Leaf has just begun. Let it be a peaceful one!" The smile she wore when she had named her fully-grown kits lingered on the corners of her muzzle- perhaps, things would be looking up after all. In spite of everything that had happened in the winter and spring, perhaps things were getting better.