A Storm is Brewing --MothClan Ceremonies

[Miss Tactical]

Eveningstar looked at the cats running in and out of camp, their clan was stronger than ever. Stormwatchers feisty kits were ready to be made warriors and his own kits apprentices. His eyes softened as he padded over to the nursery sticking his head in looking at Slugkit, Flintkit and Lizardkit. ”It’s your time to shine today!” He gave each of them a brief lick between the ears before looking at Bellfeather would soft eyes. ”Lets walk together later, enjoy green leaf.” He mewed softly before pushing his nose past her cheek. He gave a brief nod before flicking his tail. ”Go to the clearing you three it’s time. I’ll do you all first. After all you’ve earned in.” With a playful wink he watched his kits go running forward before taking a place in the front before the ceremonies began. He chuckled softly before calling the entire clan for a clan meeting.

”Let all cats gather here for a clan meeting. It is time for ceremonies!” The sun was just overhead, today surprisingly cooler with a nice breeze. He sat tall looking at the apprentices ready to be warriors, Mothpaw and Badgerpaw snickering to each other about something, probably who was a better fighter…it reminded him of Weevilbite and Mantisclaw. All of his kits would seen be grown and he couldn’t be more proud. ”It is time for Lizardkit, Flintkit, and Slugkit to be apprenticed today.” He mewed warmly. They all looked excited, even Lizardkit who seemed to have an attitude problem using the fact he was partially deaf to his advantage. He knew EXACTLY who he would give him to. With a slight sparkle in his one good eye he continued,

”Flintkit, until you have earned your warrior name you will be known as Flintpaw. I have chosen Batstrike to be your mentor. I know very well he will turn you into one of the finest warriors of MothClan! Eveningstar was being rather selective picking and choosing in his mind carefully before moving on. ”Slugkit until you earn your warrior name you will be known as Slugpaw, I have selected Cougarstrike to be your mentor. Learn well and you will be a tough opponent in battle!” Finally he looked at Lizardkit, he was known for pretending he couldn’t hear just to get out of doing things he didn’t want to do, his eyes fell on Brackenfall his eyes narrowed slightly. ”Lizardkit until you earn your warrior name you will be known as Lizardpaw, and Brackenfall will be your mentor, may his…..Dedication and persistence to prove worthiness be passed on to you.” He mewed,

He turned his attention to Stormwatchers kits, each of them ready to become warriors. Each of them strong, Mothstars blood running through their veins. So it was no surprise to them, that they would be dangerous warriors going forward. ”Houndpaw, from this day forward you will be known as Houndshadow. Shadows sneak, appear and disappear in the blink of an eye, those who turn a blind eye will get swallowed. Keep fighting strong for your clan. He mewed firmly. He then turned to Badgerpaw. ”Badgerpaw from this day forward you will be known as known as Badgerstrike. Knowledge is powerful as you seek to learn everything, just as your claws can be.” He mewed firmly. Badgerstrike was a double edged sword very smart, but also very strong.

His eyes fell on Mothpaw always fighting with his sister. His whiskers twitched with amusement. He had been named after his grandfather, so in turn he wanted his name to be something he could be proud of. ”Mothpaw from this moment forward you will be known as Mothhaze. Like your sister, you have learned to use stealth just as haze mysteriously appears you appear to do the same striking your opponents when they least expect it!” He mewed. He turned to Wolfpaw, and Pikepaw, the last of Stormwatchers kits. ”Wolfpaw from this day forward you will be known as Wolfshade. You are calm, stoic, collected yet loyal and determined.” He mewed. Last but certainly not least was Pikepaw. ”Pikepaw from this day forward you will be known as Pikesting. Charmer, but if one does not watch out they could potentially end up rather hurt under your fighting prowess.” He looked at the gathered cats as everyone was named quite proud of how far MothClan has come, since he first followed Mothstar many moons ago.

[fortsumter]

Cougarstrike was not expecting to get an apprentice. She walked through the clearing, heading to Slugpaw, holding back a purr. "Hello, Slugpaw", she meowed, curling her tail neatly over her paws as she tried to appear confident. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Cougarstrike, and I'll be your mentor". She then took a step back, her eyes briefly looking back at the other cats before looking back at her apprentice.

[Goose]

Patchnose smiled as eveningstar's kits ran out from the nursery and her grin grew wider as the calico she-cat heard her leader call for a meeting. The soft-spoken she-cat made her way over among her clan mates and sat down with her tail wrapped around her paws. It had been a while since her own kits ceremony and  she knew how proud Eveningstar must be too. Patchnose also watched as Stormwatchers kits were made warriors. The she-cat cheered there names and was glad for the new blood joining the ranks as warriors, then her thoughts moved to her own son, Thumproot, when will he have kits? the calico she-cat mused.

[Broadwaykat]

Badgerpaw had been waiting for this day for what felt like ages. Too long; especially when Soot-butt...er...Sootfrost had been named a warrior long before she was. Just because she was older than her. Well, she'd show her now.

Just to prove how different she was, Badgerpaw carefully groomed her silver and black fur; making it smooth and clean and surely an envy of other cats. Everything was in perfect order; and there would be no goodie Brackensta - wait, Brackenfall caring about her warrior name. Instead, Eveningstar was there; who, despite having raised the good-for-nothing ratbrain Sootfrost to warriorhood, seemed to know what he was talking about.

So when her name was called, she was ready. She held her head high enough that surely Starclan was looking up her nose - not exactly a good mental picture if you stopped to think about it - but it worked for her. She was a big cat; always had, and always would. And what little space she didn't take up physically, she was prepared to fill with force of personality.

She hardly paid a mind to her own siblings' naming; Houndshadow was the only one before her anyways. Made sense; as she always dreamed of eclipsing her siblings. Badgerpaw awaited her new name; one that would make her proud. And she got it.

Badgerstrike. Now that was perfect; the corners of her muzzle lifted to show off her fangs in a slightly menacing, but gleeful smile as she mulled it over in her head. For all she heard of her other siblings, they could have been kicked out and named kittypets for all she cared. She was finally ready to take her clan and make them proud, remaking it to suit her feelings.

It was a perfect day.

[bits]

Sootfrost didn't tend to spare too many thoughts for Badgerpaw - Badgerstrike. She was one in the leagues of many who harboured no care for her, and differed only in that she remained one of the few willing to admit it. In a weird way, Sootfrost respected that - pretending to be something you weren't was cowardly in her mind, and pointless. You only ended up lying to yourself; it was why she didn't bother with niceties or trying to play well with others, regardless of her age. She had always been a little hellion of a thing, raised in bitterness and selfishness, and survival was at the forefront of her mind at all times. She had no qualms with who she was, even if Eveningstar's words tended to crop up at inconvenient times, echoing in her mind. While cold initially, melts to reveal something blooming underneath. The declaration bothered her more than she cared to admit.

Still, Mothhaze was given a cursory glance, vague memories of kittenhood disagreements flitting through her mind. A much longer look landed on Badgerstrike. Yellow eyes stared with something simmering behind them, the same kind of look that one would be loathe to see peeking out from the shadows. She supposed now that they were both warriors, it'd be interesting to see how a repeat match-up would pan out. The thought evoked a twitch of the whiskers; even if it were unlikely to happen, it was a pleasant idea.

Plus maybe then Badgerstrike would get some of the burrs out of her brain.

[Broadwaykat]

Well...maybe it wasn't quite as perfect as Badgerstrike would have wanted it. Feeling as if her fur was burning, that someone was watching her, Badgerstrike whipped around and narrowed her eyes at Sootfrost.

The two of them had had many...disagreements as kits. They did not get along, but one might have hoped they would have grown out of it eventually. Seeing as how mature Badgerstrike liked to to herself as being, one would think she'd try to extend an olive branch to the cat, try and make amends.

But she was a grudge-holding snip.

"What'er you staring at." She growled just low enough to reach Sootfrost's ears as she went to pass them on the ways of getting some sort of congratulations from her siblings and parents.

(bits)