The next generation [Ceremonies!] Jun 8, 2017 20:57:35 GMT -5
Post by Hellion on Jun 8, 2017 20:57:35 GMT -5
Firestar relaxed as she watched the breeze making the grass dance and forth. She had ventured out of camp now that her scars weren't tender. The healing process from the badger attack and light infection greencough didn't benefit the she-cat. In fact it made her feel gross and dingy, made better by leaving the camp and feeling the wind. A purr escaped her before she turned and headed back.
Greenleaf was a busy time for everyone and Firestar wanted to carry out a few ceremonies. One, more importnat then the rest.
Climbing onto the hill top she let out a yowl and called forth her Clanmates. The new warrior, Sunnyheart offered his father a shoulder as the aging tom cat limped into the clearing of camp. Firestar wanted to suggest the tom retire to the elder's den but knew pride was keeping Flashbrook from admitting his age. She could wait.
"This evening's ceremonies will be a little different. Brightpool will you bring forth Lark," Firestar told the crowd, making eye contact with the mentioned white she-cat. The warrior-queen ventured into the nursery and directed Lark to join her outside of the den. Firestar beckoned the duo with a wave of her paw.
Lark, do you swear to leave behind the life you led as a loner and embrace the ways of our Clan and code?" Firestar's question was directed toward the small she-kit but for a brief moment her fiery amber eyes met up with Brightpool's once again. This was a telling moment for the young she-kit, her answer would determine her fate.