Post by M'Lady on Nov 2, 2019 5:22:46 GMT
Tansystar scowled slightly as she moved to the spot to address the Mothclan cats, watching on with curious fern green eyes. She called them to order, and waited as the clan gathered below the small leader, unsure of how to judge her. She paused as they clustered together, then finally spoke to address the warriors, trying to keep the accent that she’s had since kithood out of her voice, or at least to avoid speaking as much as she could.
“Cats ov Mothclan. I will start t’days ceremonies with pickin’ a new deputy.” She’d thought long and hard on this one, and quickly decided the best course of action. She was a strategist, not a tyrant.
“Mantisclaw. Y’know Mothclan is yer home, and I know yer loyal ta it. Yer inexperienced, but y’can believe that I will teach what it means ta be strong.” She spoke, fern green eyes cool but almost boring into the warrior.
“And ta always put Mothclan before ANYTHING else.” In another tone, those words might’ve been a threat, but for now they were calm.
Her gaze flickered towards the apprentices.
“Galepaw, Figpaw, y’both are old enough ta join the rest of us as warriors. Galepaw, I name y’Galestep as a reminder to follow yer path and dedication ta the clan. Figpaw, I name y’Figsnap. I’ve always liked yer fiery attitude, keep it.”
She paused, turning to the kits.
“Lionkit, Batkit, Finchkit, yer names will be Lionpaw, Batpaw, an Finchpaw. Yer mentors will be Tanglespring, Poppyjaw, and Houndshadow, respectively.” She nodded to each in turn, before addressing the clan as a whole.
“Those ov y’put in the elders den by our previous leader, yer now back on warrior probation. I believe ev’ry cat has something to give ta their clan, but if I see that this assumption is false, yer going right back.” She hummed, before flicking her tail to dismiss the ceremonies, and stepping away.
“Cats ov Mothclan. I will start t’days ceremonies with pickin’ a new deputy.” She’d thought long and hard on this one, and quickly decided the best course of action. She was a strategist, not a tyrant.
“Mantisclaw. Y’know Mothclan is yer home, and I know yer loyal ta it. Yer inexperienced, but y’can believe that I will teach what it means ta be strong.” She spoke, fern green eyes cool but almost boring into the warrior.
“And ta always put Mothclan before ANYTHING else.” In another tone, those words might’ve been a threat, but for now they were calm.
Her gaze flickered towards the apprentices.
“Galepaw, Figpaw, y’both are old enough ta join the rest of us as warriors. Galepaw, I name y’Galestep as a reminder to follow yer path and dedication ta the clan. Figpaw, I name y’Figsnap. I’ve always liked yer fiery attitude, keep it.”
She paused, turning to the kits.
“Lionkit, Batkit, Finchkit, yer names will be Lionpaw, Batpaw, an Finchpaw. Yer mentors will be Tanglespring, Poppyjaw, and Houndshadow, respectively.” She nodded to each in turn, before addressing the clan as a whole.
“Those ov y’put in the elders den by our previous leader, yer now back on warrior probation. I believe ev’ry cat has something to give ta their clan, but if I see that this assumption is false, yer going right back.” She hummed, before flicking her tail to dismiss the ceremonies, and stepping away.
