Post by Midnightstar on Jan 11, 2009 14:02:19 GMT -5
Midnightstar shifted uneasily form paw to paw as her gaze lingered over the still camp. Most cats were in their dens from the cold, frost bitten weather, and a few had just returned from hunting parties or patrols. They all seemed so peaceful. Maybe she wouldn't have to change the deputy after all....
She shook her head silently. No matter what the moods were now, things would start getting out of hand. But she had a unneasy feeling that the decision she was going to make would stir the clans even more-and StarClan. What she was about to do would be a mark in the history of warriors.
The young, sleek leader slipped from the cave, her lean form visible in the gray, clouded light. Her fur pricked on end, but she held her gaze calm. Her sudden yowl erupted from her throat; ringing across the camp.
Sparklepool flicked her tail absently, gingerly placing her delicate paws one after another in a graceful line as she reluctantly sat o the light snow. It sent a chill through her fur as she gently placed her sleek tail across her paws, turned her blue, pensive stare to the leader that stood perched on the highledge peak.
Ivypaw skidded into the camp, panting as she huffed her hot breath through the voles icy fur as she slid into camp. After hearing the leaders call, she quickly and eagerly bounced to the fresh kill pile and placed her catch onto the small stack of warm bodies of prey. Enthusiastically, she leapt toward the center of the clearing and settled herself next to her mentor, and sister, Stormflower as she gently flicked her tail to her shoulder.
Mapleclaw padded stifly from the den, his jaw gaping in a yawn as he flexed his shoulders. His muscles shone from under his ruffled pelt as he stalked toward the clearing, slinging his long, black striped tail out behind him.
Wolfpaw glanced up at his father as he gathered with the others in the snowy clearing. His wide eyes glanced around curiously. Maybe it was time for the his ceremony? He'd been training for a long time now, and he felt ready. Shrugging, he plopped himself next to Vixen. He smiled at his mate gingerly, unpleased that he couldn't show his affection for her. His eyes clouded, but he stared ahead as his kits padded out of the den eagerly after their adopted mother, Dustflower.
Flickerkit leapt at the bundles of snow excitedly, slicing them with his sharp claws until they swirled about him in a shower of white sparkles.
"Enough," Dustflower mewed, her eyes scolding. Flickerkit, straightened reluctantly, but spotting his mother, Vixen, he enthusiastically skipped to her side.
Snowpaw eagerly halted next to her mate, leaning up on the tip of her paws to lick his ear.
"Maybe its time for me to join you," Snowpaw whispered, her eyes sparkling as she entwined her tail with Cedarstorm's.
Darkpaw curiously strode into the clearing, alert from his nap. He padded up toward Hollyfoot, sitting down in the soft down next to her, awaiting the meeting.
Flounderpaw padded from the den, his long legs streching as he flexed them. Gently touching his muzzle to Brindlestreams ear, he brushed his fur against hers as they padded into the camp clearing.
Midnightstar stood silently, watching as the cats gathered. Most of them were settled and ready, but quite the few were still silently stalking in. ThunderClan was getting so large it was starting to become almost a difficulty keeping track, but managable. It would be much easier with the new plan the leader was praying wouldn't anger the clan of the stars.
Waiting for a few more heartbeats, she shivered, but began, with the ordinary part at least.
"I, Midnightstar, leader of ThunderClan, call upon my warrior ancestors too look down on these apprentices. They have trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend them to you as warriors in their turn. Snowpaw, Darkpaw, Fizzlepaw, Flounderpaw, Dandypaw, Redpaw, Wolfpaw, and Tigerpaw; do you promise to uphold to the warrior code, and to protect and defend this clan, even at the cost of your life?" She waited patiently, her eyes searching the apprentices faces as she waited for their answer.
"I do."
The uncountable enthusiastic meows were like a muffled "Dio", but classified as a 'Yes'. Midnightstar smiled and continued.
"Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior names. From this moment on, you will be known as Snowfoot; Darkshadow; Dandyheart; Flounderwing; Fizzletail; Tigertalon; Redwhisker; and Wolffang. StarClan honours your bravery, courage, willingness, and never ending sacrifice.
From this moment on, your are true warriors of ThunderClan." The leader stepped forward to gently lick each new warrior on the tip of their head as they brushed their shoulders against hers. Not only did the new warriors feel the power of the new strength and name before them, but did the clan; to feel their new force. Midnightstar stepped back proudly, her eyes glimmering.
Snowfoot, Flounderwing, Darkshadow, Wolffang, and Tigertalon smiled so hard that their jaws seemed to form themselves that way for endless time. They glanced about her den mates as they stepped eagerly and proudly down the rubble and rockslide, their heads held high in pride, whenever they weren't watching their footing that is.
Midnightstar suddenly stiffed beneath her fur. The easy part was done, but now for the part that would change history.
She shook her head silently. No matter what the moods were now, things would start getting out of hand. But she had a unneasy feeling that the decision she was going to make would stir the clans even more-and StarClan. What she was about to do would be a mark in the history of warriors.
The young, sleek leader slipped from the cave, her lean form visible in the gray, clouded light. Her fur pricked on end, but she held her gaze calm. Her sudden yowl erupted from her throat; ringing across the camp.
Sparklepool flicked her tail absently, gingerly placing her delicate paws one after another in a graceful line as she reluctantly sat o the light snow. It sent a chill through her fur as she gently placed her sleek tail across her paws, turned her blue, pensive stare to the leader that stood perched on the highledge peak.
Ivypaw skidded into the camp, panting as she huffed her hot breath through the voles icy fur as she slid into camp. After hearing the leaders call, she quickly and eagerly bounced to the fresh kill pile and placed her catch onto the small stack of warm bodies of prey. Enthusiastically, she leapt toward the center of the clearing and settled herself next to her mentor, and sister, Stormflower as she gently flicked her tail to her shoulder.
Mapleclaw padded stifly from the den, his jaw gaping in a yawn as he flexed his shoulders. His muscles shone from under his ruffled pelt as he stalked toward the clearing, slinging his long, black striped tail out behind him.
Wolfpaw glanced up at his father as he gathered with the others in the snowy clearing. His wide eyes glanced around curiously. Maybe it was time for the his ceremony? He'd been training for a long time now, and he felt ready. Shrugging, he plopped himself next to Vixen. He smiled at his mate gingerly, unpleased that he couldn't show his affection for her. His eyes clouded, but he stared ahead as his kits padded out of the den eagerly after their adopted mother, Dustflower.
Flickerkit leapt at the bundles of snow excitedly, slicing them with his sharp claws until they swirled about him in a shower of white sparkles.
"Enough," Dustflower mewed, her eyes scolding. Flickerkit, straightened reluctantly, but spotting his mother, Vixen, he enthusiastically skipped to her side.
Snowpaw eagerly halted next to her mate, leaning up on the tip of her paws to lick his ear.
"Maybe its time for me to join you," Snowpaw whispered, her eyes sparkling as she entwined her tail with Cedarstorm's.
Darkpaw curiously strode into the clearing, alert from his nap. He padded up toward Hollyfoot, sitting down in the soft down next to her, awaiting the meeting.
Flounderpaw padded from the den, his long legs streching as he flexed them. Gently touching his muzzle to Brindlestreams ear, he brushed his fur against hers as they padded into the camp clearing.
Midnightstar stood silently, watching as the cats gathered. Most of them were settled and ready, but quite the few were still silently stalking in. ThunderClan was getting so large it was starting to become almost a difficulty keeping track, but managable. It would be much easier with the new plan the leader was praying wouldn't anger the clan of the stars.
Waiting for a few more heartbeats, she shivered, but began, with the ordinary part at least.
"I, Midnightstar, leader of ThunderClan, call upon my warrior ancestors too look down on these apprentices. They have trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend them to you as warriors in their turn. Snowpaw, Darkpaw, Fizzlepaw, Flounderpaw, Dandypaw, Redpaw, Wolfpaw, and Tigerpaw; do you promise to uphold to the warrior code, and to protect and defend this clan, even at the cost of your life?" She waited patiently, her eyes searching the apprentices faces as she waited for their answer.
"I do."
The uncountable enthusiastic meows were like a muffled "Dio", but classified as a 'Yes'. Midnightstar smiled and continued.
"Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior names. From this moment on, you will be known as Snowfoot; Darkshadow; Dandyheart; Flounderwing; Fizzletail; Tigertalon; Redwhisker; and Wolffang. StarClan honours your bravery, courage, willingness, and never ending sacrifice.
From this moment on, your are true warriors of ThunderClan." The leader stepped forward to gently lick each new warrior on the tip of their head as they brushed their shoulders against hers. Not only did the new warriors feel the power of the new strength and name before them, but did the clan; to feel their new force. Midnightstar stepped back proudly, her eyes glimmering.
Snowfoot, Flounderwing, Darkshadow, Wolffang, and Tigertalon smiled so hard that their jaws seemed to form themselves that way for endless time. They glanced about her den mates as they stepped eagerly and proudly down the rubble and rockslide, their heads held high in pride, whenever they weren't watching their footing that is.
Midnightstar suddenly stiffed beneath her fur. The easy part was done, but now for the part that would change history.
Why didn't you give me a warning message? I stopped coming here for awhile because I was busy, and when I checked, nobody responded to twhat I said. (Excuse my language) But WHAT THE HELL?