[Fawn]

LIONSTAR TreeClan || 36 Moons

Dangerous situations appeared to happen to Silverpaw so frequently that he was starting to suspect his quiet, friendly younger sister of looking for trouble rather than it simply finding her. Now was not the time to ponder all the potential mischief she could get herself into, however, as there was bravery, excellent teamwork and swift action that needed rewarding. Having given the four cats involved enough time to lick their wounds and recover from the morning's surprising turn of events, by the time the sun was halfway in the sky and the dawn patrol and hunting parties had returned, Lionstar ascended the Ancient Stump in a single, swift leap. "May all cats strong enough to attend gather beneath Ancient Stump for a Clan meeting." Vocalizing the slightly personalized call that would signal TreeClan to assemble, Lionstar sat upon the enormous and enormously long-lived stump, standing sentinel near the camp's entrance, gaze sweeping across the settlement with a firm fondness that was hard to keep down. And why should he try to stand here and be overly sober? Today was one of those good days, one of his favorite days when the hard work of apprentices and mentors alike finally paid off. Espying Foxpaw, Littlepaw, Silverpaw and their mentors amongst the gathered cats, Lionstar straightened, claws unsheathing out of habit to grip into the Ancient Stump as though to anchor himself there. As though the memories of all the cats that had stood here before him would somehow flow up from the surface and into him if he stayed still long enough. "I am sure the word has spread around the entire camp by now," he started, allowing a smile to arrange itself neatly onto his golden muzzle, whiskers shifting subtly as he spoke. "This morning, Foxpaw and Littlepaw showed incredible courage and teamwork by defending their Clanmate from two raccoons - one of which was chased off, and the other was killed in the attack. Thanks to their bravery, we have not lost an apprentice, but rather, will be gaining two new warriors." Expression calm, Lionstar was able to note with pleasantness that there was always a sort of 'lightness' that settled in the center of his breast whenever he acknowledged the talents and finer qualities of the Clan, whenever the youngest members had more than earned their new rankings. "Littlepaw, Foxpaw, come forward." He would start with Littlepaw first. "I, Lionstar, leader of TreeClan, call upon our warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. She has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend her to you as a warrior in her turn." Lionstar could see Silverpaw beaming up at them from her place next to Nobleheart, though his gaze easily shifted back to the petite she-cat he was addressing, this time his voice lowering an octave to show that he wasn't just going through the motions of the ceremony but was genuinely asking the question. "Littlepaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?"

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The familiar call that sounded from the camp entrance shook Frostwind to attention immediately. He had heard of the raccoons – how the two apprentices had managed to fight them off, even killing one – and he hadn’t been surprised to hear of their impending naming ceremony. The two young cats had definitely earned it… raccoons were tough and tricky; Littlepaw and Foxpaw had proved themselves to be more than ready.

Licking his paw and swiping it over his ear once more, the young white warrior thought fondly of his own naming ceremony – not even a quarter moon ago. It had been the proudest day of his young life; though he was still getting used to sleeping in the Warriors’ den.

Rising to his paws, he padded lightly to the head of the camp, settling himself in the small clearing before the Ancient Stump. Wrapping his tail neatly over his paws, he glanced around at the cats around him, his gaze finally coming to rest on the two apprentices in question. Their excitement was contagious, and he felt his paws prickle at the familiarity of it. He had trained with these two cats; he couldn’t help but feel happy for them.

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             ALMONDLEAF

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hearing her good friends call, ally had her paws already slamming against the, rather mushy, ground of treeclan's outside territory. although the she-cat had been just a few fox-lengths away from the main camp, almondleaf had heard her leaders call, was was running towards it, eager to find out what exactly it was about.

she was guessing that it was going to be about the two apprentices, littlepaw and foxpaw, that had fought off that raccoon earlier today. she thought that their mentors would have to be awfully proud of them, as she was, and couldn't help but think of what it would be like if she was if their mentor's shoes, watching them become warriors.

bristling with excitement, the she-cat entered camp, only to see the one and only lionstar, frostwind, littlepaw, and foxpaw standing there, the two apprentices up beside lionstar, getting asked the question if they were ready to become warriors. ah, did she ever remember the moment she had become a warrior, only two moons to this day. it made her happy to think that her herself had trained for a moon with these apprentices before her herself had become a warrior and had to do her silent vigil for the night. even if she did want to sleep that night, she wouldn't of been able to.. she was to giddy with excitement.

padding up to the base of the tree trunk, the she-cat's whiskers twitched with anticipation, forgetting about what had happened earlier that day, and sat down beside frostwind. she hoped that both apprentices would agree to become warriors, but if they didn't, then she would be okay with that. she couldn't wait to start hunting with the two!

attempting to lock eyes with lionstar, her favourite cat in the clan, the she-cat's eyes shined and felt as though her mother was there beside her, watching the two graduating to warriors.

[Phoenix]

LITTLEPAW TreeClan || Apprentice

They had come back bloody, but victorious, yet she could still barely believe that it had happened. Though she had been on high alert during the fight, her nerves tingling with a readiness to leap in any direction at a moment's notice, all of that had disappeared, ebbing away so gradually that she had not realized its absense until it was completely gone. She was, of course, thrilled that they had won and could tell the story themselves, but the experience and the unusual amount of tension and adrenaline that had coursed through her veins had left her drained. As a result, the moment she had passed Elderpaw's inspection, she had padded over to a shaded corner of camp and proceeded to doze. Foxpaw or Silverpaw, or even Longstripe, could tell the story, and they could do it without her. She still held firm in her belief that nothing was glorious in battle, even if it wasn't clan against clan, and she wanted nothing to do with the glorifying of their own fight. When Lionstar's powerful call traveled throughout camp, it interrupted her pleasant state of semi-consciousness, cutting through the haze in her mind like a claw, and she was jolted rudely into full counsciousness. Green eyes opened, easily finding the golden figure perched atop the Ancient Stump, and feeling some curiousity as to the occasion, she stretched and joined the growing throng. A nagging suspicion lingered in the back of her mind, a sixth sense that all apprentices seemed to develop toward the end of their career, but she shoved it away, refusing to get her hopes up and then suffer the disappointment later when it did not occur. It had only been one fight, and her hunting skills, among other things, had so far been untested. Perhaps it was Foxpaw's, but it could not be her's. Just when she had finished reasoning it out and managing to convince herself that today was not that, Lionstar had decided to completely overlook all of her hard work and prove her wrong in the first few moments of him opening his maw. Her heart began to thud as her pelt prickled with the stares of the clan, and she wished that she had the control necessary to wipe that ridicously stunned expression off her features. But she had never done well in the spotlight, and even as her paws carried her over, and she avoided stepping on the tails of any of the felines in her path, she felt that now familiar sensation of disbelief crash over her once more. Swallowing against the looks drilling into the back of her head and the blood that pounded through her veins, heating up her face to the point where she must have looked bright red, she focused on the excitement that had begun to bubble up through her, fighting back the shocked disbelief that had clouded her mind thus far. He was speaking the words, those words, and that meant that this could not possibly be a dream, because her mind would not be so cruel as to play the same trick on her that it had some of the other felines in the den. Green eyes met gold as he addressed her personally, and even though she, like the rest of the clan, already knew her answer, she took a moment to think about what she was pledging. To uphold the Warrior Code. To protect and defend TreeClan. To be prepared to die for it should the circumstances require a sacrifice. The first two were simple to accept, but the third caught her attention. They were asking for her life. That was a little different from the previous points, and despite feeling those two simple words pounding at the inside of her teeth, straining to roll off her tongue and break the awkward silence that had fallen, she had to consider it. Every other warrior may have snapped their response as fast as possible in order to receive their name, but she wanted to fully agree to what they asked of her before she did the same. She wanted to know what she would be getting herself into. And so, would she die for a clan member? Would she offer up her life in return for their own? Inexplicably, she found her mind drawn back to the fight that had occurred earlier that day, and her thoughts focused on those first feelings that had pounded through her when the raccoons made their first appearance. She had leapted forward, hoping to distract the masked creature from her unsuspecting friend, even if it meant shifting its attention onto herself. And that was the answer she needed, the confirmation that she not only would, but also could, live up to these expectations. Finally she spoke, uttering the two words with a newfound quiet confidence. "I do."

[Fawn]

LIONSTAR TreeClan || 36 Moons

Well done Littlepaw, you have made TreeClan very proud. Lionstar let a smile linger on his features for a heartbeat before he proceeded, strong voice rising to ring around TreeClan's camp interior as he spoke those ancient words that were, perhaps, his favorite. "Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Littlepaw, from this moment you will be known as Littlestep. StarClan honors your good judgment, thoughtfulness and unfailing courage, and we welcome you as a full warrior of TreeClan." Like the sound of a tree falling in the middle of the forest, Lionstar let those words sink in and fade outwards as the Clan took up the usual proud chant, the sizable golden tom stepped down to rest his chin on top of Littlestep's head, stepping back after she had made the customary return lick to the shoulder. "Littlestep! Littlestep! Littlestep!" Cried the voice of Silverpaw, the cat who owed her life to Littlestep and Foxpaw now, leaf-green orbs glimmering like firelight, feeling no jealousy that both of those two she-cats had been crowned warriors before her. They deserve it, tenfold. Not just because it had been her life on the chopping block had they not rushed to her aid, Silverpaw was confident that had it been anyone else, they would have reacted much the same. Like true warriors. Hoping that when her time came to be that helpful somebody, her courage would not desert her or her Clanmates when needed most. That she would rise to the occasion and never look back. The chanting was soon quieted by a loud yowl of Lionstar, amber eyes afire and showing that he was far from done. There was a second apprentice, after all, who more than deserved her own warrior name. "Foxpaw," spoke Lionstar, back to gripping the Ancient Stump beneath needle claws. "I, Lionstar, leader of TreeClan, call upon our warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. She has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend her to you as a warrior in her turn." Again addressing Foxpaw with the same kind of one-on-one atmosphere as if he were in front of the apprentices' den and away from prying eyes, the ceremony fading into the background as he once again proposed the question. "Foxpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?" Even though Lionstar was confident the answer would be yes, he still let his gaze settle upon the highly intelligent returning look of Foxpaw herself, as if he might see the thought processes leading up to her answer reflecting back at him. Lionstar inwardly nodded his approval. So you took fighting from the trees to heart. Well done, Foxpaw. I'm pleased you found your niche. Did he ever mention how much he enjoyed watching apprentices go from bumbling kits to spry, honorable young warriors? It was a transformation at it's best, in his opinion. Far more interesting then any leadership ceremony, for these young warriors were the future, and as a strong advocator of TreeClan living a long, long, prosperous life, they meant everything to him.

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Looking about Elderpaw surveyed the dwindling amount of herbs. Sighing, he wished that he had an apprentice. Shaking the thought out of his head he decided to go and collect some. Stretching his body, he was reluctant to go outside from the coolness of his den. Elderpaw looked around for any excuse to stay in his cool den, but couldn't find any. After he looked for any excuse, Elderpaw wanted to hit himself. It was his duty to protect the clan! He had to go off and do his job. That gave him the kick in the butt he needed and Elderpaw went out of the medicine cat den.

Just as he stepped outside, Lionstar called a meeting. Coming to a halt, Elderpaw cursed the timing. Looking up to the sky, he sighed and joined the other cats going towards the rock. Looking around he tried to understand what was going on. Since no one looked worried he decided it was probably good news. Still straining he head, Lionstar finally announced the reason. Looking around, he tried to spot Littlepaw. Chanting along with the crowd, Elderpaw smiled, glad that the clan had more warriors.