Black Summer (MothClan ceremonies)

[Miss Tactical]

It wasn’t unusual for the dark colored tom to be up here lately. With a slight scowl he let out a booming call. His kits would be apprentices soon and it was time for him to teach them what to expect prepare some encouraged mentors from his point of view to Brackenstar…or even keep them to himself who knew these days. As cats gathered before him and gave each a nod in greeting. It was time for a few cats to be named warriors, and of course Bleakbellys brood to become apprentices. He would have to be careful about those kits, he didn’t want the wrath of Mothstar to come swarming from StarClan. His whiskers twitched with amusement before he sat down eyeing three apprentices who were ready to become warriors.

”Olivepaw, Thump-paw, and Sootpaw you have all trained hard to earn your warrior names and today I will give you that honor.” His eyes fell firmly on Sootpaw, part of him thought she could use some extra time, but the other half felt that even someone who had appeared rather disinterested probably retained everything and chose not to show it…and that side of him was firm on giving the she-cat her warrior name.

”Sootpaw from this moment forward you will be known as Sootfrost. Others may see you as disinterested in them or what’s around you, but I don’t think that, frost may be cold at first on the paws, but once it melts away there is something blooming underneath, keep that in mind as your journey with MothClan continues.” He mewed firmly. The warrior den would be rather exciting with this odd she-cat inside.

”Olivepaw from this day forward you will be known as Olivebloom. I name you this as you have changed the most since you have started your apprenticeship. You have had loss yet you continue to be strong and have bloomed into such a lovely warrior.” Eveningblaze mewed. His eyes finally fell on Thump-paw.
He hesitated briefly, the cat didn’t enjoy talking, didn’t like much of anything so Eveningblaze thought he would make it brief. ”Thumppaw you will be known as Thumproot. Roots are the foundation for great growth, remember these are your clan mates here to support you and help you grow into that strong warrior that I know is in there.”

Next it was time for the kits. He had quite the surprise in store for three warriors. He smirked slightly before looking at the three kits. ”Witherkit, Sneezekit, and Tanglekit please step forward. You have reached your 6th moon of age and it is time for you to become apprentices.” He already had two warriors in mind for Bleakbellys kits, two warriors always competing, always fighting to see who was best…well now they would have a chance to prove it.

”Witherkit until you have earned your warrior name you will be known as Witherpaw, your Mentor will be Weevilbite.” He mewed firmly. His eyes followed over to his sister Mantisclaw. This would be quite interesting to say the least.

”Sneezekit until you reached your 6th moon of age you will be known as Sneezepaw…your mentor will be Mantisclaw.” He could already see the glares between the two, He could here Weevilbite saying something to his sister before he growled slightly, yes that would certainly keep the pair busy.

”Tanglekit until you have reached your 6th moon of age you will be known as Tanglepaw. Your mentor, just as yourself was not MothClan born, and had a lot to prove and has grown into what I would consider a fine warrior. Rosewish will be your mentor.” With that the Black tom jumped down,, letting the new apprentic

[Broadwaykat]

Badgerpaw was awaiting the day that she was given her own noble warrior name; but for now, it seemed like she was destined to wait. Now, she was more worried about who was going to come in and take up nests in their den. But at least there was one good thing with this meeting - Sootpaw would no longer be taking up space anywhere near her for at least a few more moons.

There was a silver lining to each situation, she supposed. And a dark cloud, too.

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"Yay, Sootfrost!" Bloompaw cheered, thinking that the odd she-cat was one of his few older friends who cared for him, given his naivte and feelings for everyone in his clan. "Oh, and Olivebloom! And Thumproot! I can tag along hunting with you guys sometimes and nobody else, that's wicked!" Of course, he cast a sideways glance at Sweetbriar as he said this, hoping his actual mentor wasn't mad at that idea. But, in his defense, he was just generally excited to be out and about with friends who now had a bigger position in all the clans.

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Mottledfeather didn't cheer for the newer warriors; she wasn't a particularly loud cat to begin with, so she just wanted to support them with her presence; she flashed some of the new cats a small smile of encouragement. She could lend a paw to help them get acclimated later on, if needed.

[bits]

Sootpaw - Sootfrost - had not been an engaged apprentice. Her inability to empathize had led to several situations of consequence. She had gone through enough vigour and demand to come out changed on the other side though. Her scrappy, scavenger-esque persona had been chipped at and carved into. Eveningblaze had been a good mentor though. She would never admit it out loud (still a queen of few words despite her age), but his training had been effective. She was less ... wanton destruction and more focused effect. There was still an air of irreverence about her, a propensity to lack care for her surroundings and those in them. But she had learned technique and had at least enjoyed sparring techniques. Her tongue dragged over the gap in her teeth, a habit of idleness she had never grown out of. There was no outward excitement for the new position; some things never changed. She hadn't been ecstatic to become an apprentice, and she wasn't ecstatic about becoming a warrior. There was less oversight, certainly, but she had more or less gone from the mudstain of the nursery to the bane of the apprentice den, and she wasn't particularly keen on learning what other unpopularity awaited her.

She couldn't help the flash of suspicion in her yellow eyes as her mentor named her. Sootfrost. It was fitting, she supposed - he seemed to have more faith in her than she managed to have in herself. Maybe it was a fool's blind faith; but she couldn't comment on that for now. Instead, she gave a nearly imperceptible nod to her mentor, the closest to acknowledgement she tended to get to. As long as others remembered that frost bites first, she figured it'd be alright.

Her unaffected demeanour was nearly interrupted when she startled at the sound of Bloompaw saying her name. She didn't expect anyone to chant for her - she was still rather settled into the survivalist, self-reliant mindset. Her mentor had an investment in her success, but few apprentices enjoyed her presence and she was more or less the same. But one of the few apprentices she didn't hate decided to say her new name, and the new warrior couldn't help the surprise that prickled her fur. Not necessarily bad, but - weird. Unexpected.

[Broadwaykat]

Seeing as Sootfrost was now one of the few older cats that Bloompaw knew - at least one who was just in that sweet spot of being old enough to be mature and young enough to still be fun, the apprentice was glad to cheer her on. The meeting adjourned, he all but galloped over now, eager to see what it was like to be a warrior - to study the she-cat to see if she had somehow suddenly transformed into being like his mother or not.

"So - what's it like, huh...huh?" He asked, rapid-firely, although it had all been but two seconds since she had been made a warrior and nothing at all could have possibly changed yet except her name. "You must feel loads different? Are you stronger yet? You gotta be stronger, right?!"

[fortsumter]

Cougarstrike calmly observed the ceremonies. She felt a spark of excitement as she remembered her own apprentice and warrior ceremonies. She understood the excitement of the new apprentices and warriors. Cougarstrike had been hoping for an apprentice of her own, but she had been too busy to spend her days training an apprentice. She knew that it would take commitment to manage an apprentice.

After the ceremonies, Cougarstrike pushed through the crowd gathered below the rock. She approached the new apprentices and warriors. "Congratulations" , Cougarstrike mewed. She resisted the temptation to give a speech about their new responsibilities. She wouldn't want to ruin the excitement for them.

[Goose]

Thumppaw's eyes widened when he heard his named called, the fluffy apprentice swallowed his nerves and cast a quick glance around looking for his mother Patchnose. The tabby tom gave a small sigh of relief as he spotted her calico pelt in the crowd and beamed when she nodded at him. Thumppaw glanced at the other apprentices gathered near him and greeted them with a flick of his ear but turned to face his leader. As the ceremony continued on Thumppaw wondered what his warrior name would be, he hoped for something with meaning and that would suit him. As his name was called out among his clan, Thumproot blinked and then smiled tensely at his leader and dipped his head. Thumproot walked over to his proud mother and bumped her shoulder with his head, then the tom backed away after the cheers died down and made his way out of the camp.



Patchnose Cheered her sons warrior name the loudest, her voice strong and clear among the congratulations of her clanmates. The She-cat paused when she beheld her kits tense face and the fake smile that was plastered across his muzzle and knew he was upset. Maybe he was disappointed with his name or was nervous from the ceremony ,but Patchnose knew she would talk it out of him later, but for now she would leave him to brood.