Post by Fawntastic on Feb 15, 2018 21:06:41 GMT -5
Lionstar
The crown is getting heavy
But they've written my name in the stars
But they've written my name in the stars
It was a poor time for den expansion. Never mind the hard fact that they could not make the wooden walls of their dens expand as needed. They would have an easier time finding a new encampment altogether.
TreeClan's five new warriors would have to stay in the apprentices' den a little longer - but with new names each.
Though it was a few hours before they would leave for the Gathering, Lionstar called together a Clan meeting. As he stood upon the stump, he could hear the eager, curious rustling as Brackenkit led his mother and sisters out of their den and in front. His son's eyes glowed, watchful and bright.
Lionstar smiled, suppressing a low purr as he looked over his kits. Pay attention, some day you will hear these words - or even speak them yourselves. No one could say what the future held, but Lionstar believed they would each find their place within the Clan. Even Lilykit.
"Berrypaw, Fawnpaw, Thornpaw, Finchpaw and Ravenpaw. Come forward," he rumbled to the crowd, watching as the summoned apprentices gathered before him. They represented well the diversity of the Clan; tiny Fawnpaw, full grown yet noticeably petite, to the sons of Silentsong and Zephyrfang, who towered above nearly everyone. Berrypaw and Ravenpaw both looked sleek and lean by comparison; each reminded him of their sire more than their mother. They were all TreeClan, through and through.
"Your mentors have taught you well. Gorsetail, Zephyrfang, Nightfury, well done. And well done Maplebrook. Some of you were first-time mentors, and you exceeded my expectations." The golden tom smiled. There were many apprentices to get through today, so he condensed the ceremony somewhat.
"Ravenpaw, Zephyrfang spoke highly of your battle prowess and intelligence, and for that you will be known as Ravenstorm. Fawnpaw, Berrypaw, you have both become excellent hunters in your own way. From this day forward, you will be hailed as Fawnspring and Berrythorn."
Lionstar's gaze rested on his own student, Thornpaw, and the pupil of his deputy, Finchpaw. "StarClan knows you two have been a pawful these past moons," he smiled through the chuckling crowd. "But I am pleased to call you both warriors of TreeClan. For your optimism and thoughtfulness, you will be called Finchcloud. For your compassion and loyalty, you will be known as Thornheart."
Lionstar directed his next words to the heavens, after touching his jaw to each warrior's head. (Fawnspring had to stretch to reach him).
"I, Lionstar of TreeClan, call upon StarClan to look upon these five who have trained hard to understand the ways of a warrior. Ravenstorm, Berrythorn, Fawnspring, Thornheart, Finchcloud. Do you promise to uphold the Warrior Code, even at the cost of your life?"
He received a chorus in answer.
"Then I welcome you as full warriors of TreeClan."
The chanting began at once, and Lionstar leaped from the ancient stump, allowing them all to bask in this new ranking as friends and family rushed to greet them. Zephyrfang was one of the loudest (and proudest) of the gathered Clan cats, and took it upon himself to cheer his sons’ new names with gusto.
I've been building up all these kingdoms for so long
It's good to be king
It's good to be king