Ceremony

[Midnightstar]

A light breeze billowed the leaders slick coat as she slipped her limber form from the safe, tranquil abode she resided in. She twitched her ears curiously, in taking the scents and sounds of the bustling camp. ThunderClan was growing stronger by the moons, arrising with new strength and accuracy. Abruptly the leaders muscles seemed to cramp up and she had to struggle as she adjusted herself on the edge of the cliff. She knew her time was close to ending, though she would live it best she could, despite her sore limbs. Her slightly grayed whiskers twitched as a small pebble rebounded off the side of her head. It wouldn't help to get the camp fixed up before Leaf-fall and the colder seasons as well.
Letting her loud yowl rip through the surrounding area, Midnightstar stood with pride and elegance as she annalyzed her clan gather throughout the clearing. A new pulse of excitement arose in her old heart, her thoughts ecstatic for her kits and all those who were recieving new ranks. Once everyone had settled and peered at their leader with eager eyes, she began.
"All those recieving new ranks, please step up." At her call, twelve cats scrambled up the rock slide and onto the squished Highledge, positioning themselves around the black she-cat. Settling in their cramped spots, Midnightstar announced the special ceremony lines for each cat. After the main dialoge, she called their names.
"Enchantedflower! Fallenleaf! Mouseclaw! Blackstorm! Ivypool! Russetwhisker! Scarletfoot! Raincloud! Cougarfang! Flickerpaw! Twilightpaw! Featherpaw!" By the time the leader had announced all the names, she was quite out of breath and barely had enough oxygien to chant them. Though, proud and eager, she stood tall, her eyes not helping but to fix on her kits- Russetp-Russetwhisker, Ivypool, and Blackcloud. She knew she could never pass to StarClan before observing her last litter become warriors. Let StarClan always admire them, and their prophecied heritage!

[Spottedheart]

Spottedheart glowed at the sight of seeing her kits grow into warriors. They were such fine and strong cats that Spottedheart couldn't help but grow depressed. She remembered when she was that young, when she first became a warrior and no worries at all. She shuddered. Her eyes had started to get weaker but she tried as hard as she could to hide it from the rest of the clan. She knew she wouldn't be able to hide it much longer though, it was getting worse as was her hearing. The tortoiseshell she cat looked over to where her mate Lunafire lay crouched in the corner of the camp. He never moved, he didn't even talk to anyone, Spottedheart included. She sighed and as she did so her heart tightened and she tried to breathe but her lungs wouldn't let her. Her eyes began to swim before her and she remembered falling down but then nothing else as she blacked out.
She didn't know how long it had been since she blacked out. Seconds, minutes maybe even possible hour, when she suddenly heard voices, familiar voices to her ears that she hadn't heard in such a long time. Her mother's voice was one of them, another was her father's. Spottedheart ached to see the figures to whom the voices belonged to but she couldn't see anything. Spottedheart couldn't quite tell what they were saying but she knew one thing, she only had a while left before she would join them. She had lived a well life. One that some cats had dreamed of living. She had faced turmoil, lust, vengeance, love and friendship. There was nothing else she would have dreamed. Then another voice, more stronger then the others was urging her to come back. Lunafire! Spottedheart thought, her heart leaping. Her breath caught in her throat again and her heart began to beat more powerfully until she was looking into the anxious eyes of the clan.

[Spottedheart]

Sadly, and disappointedly, Lunafire wasn't the one who had been calling out. It was her eldest son, Cedarstorm. He in a way was a lot like his father. Powerful muscles, kind, the same shine in the eyes. But she knew that he was more her son then he was Lunafires'. Her heart fell, the shine in her eyes dulling.

"Mother?" Cedarstorm said anxiously, his green eyes wide with worry. "Mother, can you hear me?" His tail flicked uneasily. There wasn't something quite right. He could tell that the way how her eyes had dulled that she wasn't her old self anymore. There was something more, something beyond his line of thought. He turned his gaze to the leader of the clan, Midnightstar. She was his mother's oldest friend and he knew that she would talk to her if not to him. "Midnightstar, there's something not quite right with her. I'm worried. Could- could you possibly see if you could talk to her? She won't talk to me," he whispered to the pure black cat with the blazing emerald eyes.

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