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Post by &Nony on Jun 16, 2009 21:56:45 GMT -5
these post shall include Nightpaw/wind and Evanescenemist, the images would make a clutter. The large tabby tom lay in his den, bright orange eyes staring at the paw that held the reasons to his name. The claw glinted as a ray of sun flooded into the den. He licked it, careful as he ran his tongue over the paw. He missed Stoatstar, he didn't think he had been quite ready to be leader yet, but he was getting on in the years, experience that he had picked up would now be very useful. He was over 50 moons, which was nearly five years. He was hoping to make it to even seventy or eighty if all of his lives held out until then. Though something was up, he had forgotten about something. Nightpaw and Snowpaw! Nightpaw was ready to be made a warrior and Evanescencemist had told him days ago that Snowpaw could have his naming ceremony, for she knew he was ready.
He trudged out of the dark den and made his way up to Highledge, giving the camp a once over before opening his muzzle, "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey, join here beneath Highledge!" His voice rang throughout the camp. He could see the movements of cats down further on the hollow's floor. Nightpaw stretched out, clear white claws poking out of their sheaths as his paws curled into the dirt. He had taken a quick doze, already catching a bit of prey for the clan. Trotting out he sat, looking up at Tatterstar, the leader could still see that the young tom was in pain, for Stoatstar had been his father.
Another came rushing out, clearly she should had been there moments before he called the ceremony, but she was too busy attending to the stash of herbs and making sure they were in order. She leaped onto the rocks that led up to Highledge and quickly took a seat beside Tatterstar. The medicine cat of the clan, Evanescencemist. He whispered something into her ear, she merely smiled and nodding, liking whatever he had said. |
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Post by s t e a l t h on Jun 16, 2009 22:41:18 GMT -5
snow;;
Tatterstars voice rung in his ears, causing them to prick upward, the snowy tom suddenly paying closer attention than he had been before. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey, join here beneath Highledge!" the leader had called a clan meeting. what was going on? he thought as padded out of the medicine cat den and to the foot of the Highledge, placing himself next to Nightpaw, his brother. Snowpaw could tell that his brother was think of their father, who have been tragically killed by a rogue not too long ago. Snowpaw, too, felt his brothers pain. Tatterstar had been doing a great job leading ThunderClan so far, but the tom longed for Stoatstar to be do this. Snowpaws face held a look of dismay. He father shouldn't be dead right now. He would have had many moons ahead of him, had that rogue not come along. His muscles tensed up at the thought, his claws protracting and digging into the cool earth.
After relaxing a bit, the toms amber eyes drifted to where Tatterstar sat. Where was Evanescenemist? Sure she was busy, but just because she was medicine cat didn't mean she didn't have to attend Clan meetings. Snowpaw closed eyes, and lifted his nose into the air, inhaling, and concentrating on his mentors scent. Her scent was strong, she had to be around here someplace. He opened his eyes, and quickly scanned the clearing. Where she? He looked back up to Tatterstar, when silver and black tabby fur caught his attention. Snowpaws face burned with embarrassment. he should have been paying close attention.
Leaning over to his brother, the snowy colored snow whisper, "Why do you think Tattercl--star called a Clan meeting?" It was a pretty dumb question to ask, but now the less, he had. It had completely his mind that he and his brother were long over due for their full names.
lion;;
The golden warrior gracefully padded toward the Highledge, his tail waving high in the air. His amber eyes meet the large tabby tom, the tom who tricked him in believing that he was his father, and the Clan leader. Tatterstar. Lionpelt forced a smile, though on the outside it looked rather fluid. Lionpelt was good at deceiving others, or manipulating the truth. He had a way with words that could make pretty much anyone he wanted to support him. He could turn soft, sweet cats in to power hungry, blood-thirsty murders like himself. But thats not what he wanted, why would he want that? Two Lionpelts running around the forest wouldn't be any good, no he wanted all the power to himself. All of it.
Lionpelt quietly slipped through the group of cats that had already sat at ledges foot. The pelts of Nightpaw and Snowpaw caught his eye. He knew today was the day the two would receive their full names. He rolled his eyes to himself. They were Stoatstars sons, and like Stoatstar they were weak. Nightpaw didn't look like he could fight off his own tail, much less Snowpaw, who chosen the path of becoming a medicine cat, far less skilled in battle than any other cat his age in the Clan. These were not cats who would be apart of his Clan. He Clan would be true warriors; strong and loyal to only him. None of these cats fit that requirement. He sneered silently, and took at seat on the step before where the leader and his daughter sat. No, no. He didn't like this view at all. Thankfully it wouldn't be long until he was Lionstar. Not long at all.
icy;;
The white coated warrior slowly traveled out from the warriors den, and into the bright clearing, slowly padding over to the Highledge to here what her mate had to say. This was a warrior naming ceremony, right? It was must; Nightpaw look big enough to be a warrior, and was certainly long over due from his warrior name. Snowpaw, she was sure about. Earning a warrior name and medicine cat name were completely differently processes. While in warrior training one must learn to hunt and fight, medicine cats must learn herbs and remedies for illnesses. Icy pelt had always sort of liked learning about medicine, though she did not regret choosing the life of a warrior, protecting the Clan she carried about so deeply and being able to be with her mate. She couldn't think of a happier life, but then again this was all she knew, but maybe it was she needed to know. She loved her mate and her kits, including Lionpelt dearly, and would do anything for any one of them. Maybe some more than others, even.
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Post by &Nony on Jun 16, 2009 23:28:20 GMT -5
these post shall include Nightpaw/wind and Evanescenemist, the images would make a clutter. He whispered something else to his daughter, she merely nodded, another smile being given to the large tabby. He looked down at Lionpelt, feeling pride swell in his chest, but something else. Shaking it off he saw the two toms sitting there with the rest. He stood, looking over the two. Nightpaw could feel the excitement coursing through his paws. "Why do you think Tattercl--star called a Clan meeting?" "What other reason! I'm becoming a warrior today and you will be on your way to being the greatest medicine cat ever! Next to our cousin of course," he grinned, eyeing Evanescenemist, her pale eyes staring back. He could feel a sudden shiver running down his spine. There was a shushing as Tatterstar opened his muzzle, "Since Auburnaurora is no longer with us, I deem Nightpaw ready to become a warrior. Would you please step forward?"
The black tom quickly dashed forward, looking up at his leader eagerly.
"I Tatterstar, leader of ThunderClanClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down upon this apprentice. He has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend him to you as a warrior in her/his turn." [/b] His smoldering orange eyes looked down at the black tom. "Nightpaw, do do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend this Clan, even at the cost of your life?
"I do!"
"Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. From this moment on you shall be known as Nightwind. StarClan honors your loyalty, and your hardwork, and we welcome you as a full warrior of ThunderClan," he announced, a chorus of 'Nightwind! Nightwind!' coming from the group. He stepped back, nodding to Evanescenemist. The medicine cat walked forward, pale eyes upon Snowpaw. "I, Evanescenmist, medicine cat of ThunderClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. He has trained hard to understand the way of the medicine cat, and with your help he will serve his clan for many moons. Snowpaw, do you promise to uphold the ways of the medicine cat, to stand apart from rivalry between clans, and to protect all cat equally, even at the cost of your life?" her ghostly meow echoed throughout the hollow as she stared down at the apprentice.[/blockquote] |
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Post by s t e a l t h on Jun 16, 2009 23:54:57 GMT -5
snow;;
"What other reason! I'm becoming a warrior today and you will be on your way to being the greatest medicine cat ever! Next to our cousin of course," Snowpaws face flushed with embarassment once again. He felt like a fool; not at all ready to become to a full medicine cat if he couldn't even keep track of what was going on around him. As the Clan leader called his brothers name, Snowpaw shuffled in anticipation, straightening his body, waiting for Tatterstar to call out his brothers warrior name.
"Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. From this moment on you shall be known as Nightwind. StarClan honors your loyalty, and your hardwork, and we welcome you as a full warrior of ThunderClan," Nightwind! Nightwind! "Nightwind, Nightwind!" The snowy tom cheered, a wide smile on his maw. This was probably the happiest day he has had since his fathers death.
The young tom watched as Tatterstar stepped back, giving the floor to his mentor, Now it was his turn. "I, Evanescenmist, medicine cat of ThunderClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. He has trained hard to understand the way of the medicine cat, and with your help he will serve his clan for many moons. Snowpaw, do you promise to uphold the ways of the medicine cat, to stand apart from rivalry between clans, and to protect all cat equally, even at the cost of your life?" Suddenly, he froze up, not aware of what he was suppose to say. Confused, he looked around, his amber eyes settling on Icypelt, who was whispering something to him.
"Say 'I do!'" she told him, pointing her chin toward Evanescenemist.
His eyes were wide. "Say I do!" He said quickly.
His teeth clenched.
"I do," Snowpaw repeated, wishing he could hide his face.
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Post by &Nony on Jun 17, 2009 9:18:37 GMT -5
these post shall include Nightpaw/wind and Evanescenemist, the images would make a clutter. Nightwind quickly shuffled back, grinning as he heard Snowpaw's name called by Evanescencemist. He was sure their father was watching now and was proud of the both of them. They had worked hard to get to where they are now. Evanescenemist waited for a reply. An 'I do' or 'I don't', something, but he just sat there looking confused. The silver tabby eyed her mother who had whispered something to him. "Say I do!" her ears twitched, she nearly giggled but kept her calm demeanor. "I do," Evanescencemist nodded, heading down to where he was. She stood infront of him, pale blue eyes staring for a few moments before she continued the ceremony.
"Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your true name as a medicine cat. Snowpaw, from this moment on you will be known as Snowstorm. StarClan honors your intelligence and your patience," she spoke, padding forth and setting her chin on his head. He would gain full Medicine cat abilities when she dies, or is killed, but that one be for a long time, and the later of the two seems so unlikely to happen. There was a chant of 'Snowstorm! Snowstorm!' Nightwind made sure that he was one of the loudest of the cats. |
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Post by s t e a l t h on Jun 17, 2009 9:55:09 GMT -5
snow;;
His teeth clenched more, hearing his mentor giggle. He made a completely idoit of himself the day he received his full name, at the naming ceremony! "Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your true name as a medicine cat. Snowpaw, from this moment on you will be known as Snowstorm. StarClan honors your intelligence and your patience," Snowstorm. He liked it. The tom dipped his head at his mentor with a smile, trying to push his embarassment aside. He could heard Nightwind chanting his new name and couldn't help but wonder if his father was watching him and his brother right now. Would he have been proud? Or ashamed that one of his sons made such an idiotic mistake? But he wouldn't let that bother him now; after many moons of training, he and is brother had finally receive they full names. They were Nightwind and Snowstorm now, the warrior and he was still just the medicine cat apprentice. But Snowstorm was happy for his brother; he worked hard learning all he needed to known to become a full ThunderClan warrior. It was then that the snowy tom wondered what it would have been like if he had decided to live the life of a warrior. He had never really ever thought about it before; he had wanted to be a medicine cat since he was a kit.
"Nightwind... I like it," He said to the newly named warrior with a grin. Finally. |
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