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Post by Fawn on Jan 21, 2019 9:58:22 GMT -5
Brackenpaw TreeClan || 15 Moons || Tom White plumes billowed from Brackenpaw's maw as he circled his opponent. Foxfur wasn't like Tigerstripe; while the other tom was cocky and easily angered, Foxfur kept up his mischievous grin - even when he was losing. Brackenpaw's body crackled with energy, flooding his system with adrenaline and the high that came from certain victory.
Once again, he was faced with a cat that bore a similar coat to his father's and his sisters'; the semi-long fur around the neck, the ticked bands of hair, the vaguely vulpine look. Brackenpaw lunged, side-stepping suddenly as Foxfur took a swipe at him. Then it was all over; he didn't have Lionstar's thick pelt, his own much more close-lying, but he had his father's battle instincts. Maybe he was even better than Lionstar had been at his age.
Brackenpaw flung Foxfur away from him, using the tom's momentum to carry him straight into the thicket encompassing the training area. Foxfur landed on his feet, but he was already out of bounds. Brackenpaw grinned, chest full, golden eyes alight with the sweet taste of success. "I think you need to go back to the apprentices' den, Foxfur!" He teased, and the older warrior shook the debris off his pelt and gave him a swat. "And be stuck sleeping next to you? Not a chance!"
Foxfur was one of the few cats who could tolerate Brackenpaw's self-mindedness; he was also one of the few cats who tolerated being a scratching-post for the tom who put in hours upon hours of extra training. It made patrolling in the mornings hard, when his limbs were stiff and the bruises from each battle session or tree-climbing attempt were still fresh, but Brackenpaw found the rewards to far outweigh the inconveniences.
"Brackenpaw!"
The apprentice turned, greeting the approaching form of Fawnspring with a haughty laugh. "Came to watch the show? You missed it."
The warrioress rolled her eyes. "Lionstar's calling a Clan meeting. You're going to miss it."
Brackenpaw, his blood beginning to cool and his breathing starting to even out, looked unenthused. Unless it was about NightClan's traitorous attack, he wasn't interested in a Clan meeti--
Brackenpaw sprang to his feet. Fawnspring laughed, but the sound quickly faded out of earshot as he bolted for TreeClan's main camp; Foxfur was following at a much less breakneck pace, but Foxfur didn't have anything to lose.
He leaped over a startled gray apprentice - Hemlockpaw? - and landed, breathless, at the back of a forming crowd. His father was giving him a raised-brow look that meant he clearly didn't care for Brackenpaw's dramatic entrance. Brackenpaw waved his tail, brushing off the lecture-with-a-look as he weaved past the Clan cats to find Honeysong. With a purr, he brushed his fur against his mother's, holding a soft spot for one of the few cats who could corral his obnoxious ego.
What are the chances it's a solo warrior ceremony? Brackenpaw stole a glance around the ancient stump, spotting his sister sitting near Gorsetail. He scowled. Fine. But one of these days, he was going to surpass Ivypaw, and then she'd be left in his shadow instead. ✣ Tags || 520 Words || Notes Lionstar The crown is getting heavy But they've written my name in the stars "Brackenpaw, Ivypaw, come forward."
Lionstar beckoned his kits to the base of the Ancient Stump, his heart full of pride, but the rational part of him that tried hard not to show favoritism was struggling. Their eyes were gleaming, and his own gleamed back, feeling memories well up inside of him of his own ceremony, of his own mentor, Sagefur, looking on with dignity and almost paternal satisfaction as all their hard work paid off.
"Two new warriors are joining TreeClan's ranks tonight." The words were familiar to him, but for Lionstar, it felt like he was saying them for the first time tonight. He let himself have a soft purr, before continuing. "Gorsetail and Feathercloud tell me that they have learned as much as they can--"
"Except humility!" teased a voice in the crowd.
Lionstar's whiskers twitched, amused. "Humility comes with time. They have worked hard for many moons, and it's time they were rewarded. I, Lionstar, leader of TreeClan, call upon our warrior ancestors to look down on these apprentices. They have trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend them to you as a warrior in their own turn." Lionstar locked eyes with both of his kits. "Do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?"
"I do!" said Brackenpaw without a second's hesitation.
Lionstar's tail swept through the air, satisfied with their answers.
"Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior names. Ivypaw, from this moment you will be known as Ivyclaw. StarClan honors your drive and your loyalty, and we welcome you as a full warrior of TreeClan."
He looked then to his son, seeing the hope and the apprehension there. Worried I'd pick something foolish? Lionstar enjoyed a second or two of humor at Brackenpaw's expense, then spoke loudly and clearly.
"Brackenpaw, from this moment you will be known as Brackenstride. StarClan honors your energy and your ambition, and we welcome you as a full warrior of TreeClan."
The chant was taken up, and Lionstar let the two young warriors enjoy their moment in the limelight. His gaze swept through the crowd until he found Gorsetail and Feathercloud - nodding his sincere thanks for their part in raising Ivyclaw and Brackenpaw. After, he found the soft lilac-furred face of his mate, Honeysong, and their daughter tucked beside her. Soon, Lilypaw. I promise. I just want to make sure you're as ready as you can be.
It was going to dishearten her, Lionstar knew, and if he gave in to a father's need to keep his children happy - he would have made her a warrior right then and there. But logic and caution had to win out, tonight. Stepping down from the ancient stump, Lionstar merged with the crowd, moving in to greet his family and share in tonight's triumph. I've been building up all these kingdoms for so long It's good to be king 96 Moons || TreeClan || 485 Words || Tags Leafbare 8 - The snow begins to steadily fall from late-morning. It evenly coats the ground and continues to build throughout the night. (Backdated)Justice @zen @poptart BlooRey DVD Phoenix(Open to anyone!)
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2019 12:56:08 GMT -5
Ever since her assessment, Ivypaw had kept an eye on the Ancient Stump while she was in camp, just waiting for her father to appear and call the Clan together, waiting to hear what name he had decided for her. Her assessment could have gone better, but it hadn't been terrible. Surely her warrior ceremony would be soon? She'd been growing more and more impatient during the wait, and the amount of dumb names her father could choose to stick her with had started to haunt her. StarClan forbid he name her Ivyflower. Her pale pelt fluffed up indignantly at the very idea.
She was sharing tongues with Lilypaw when Lionstar ascended the Ancient Stump and the familiar call came. Ivypaw was on her paws in a heartbeat. Was this it? Would she be a warrior at last, in mere heartbeats? She made sure Lilypaw found her way to their mother's side before she found Gorsetail in the crowd and joined her mentor, settling beside the deputy, sitting tall, ready.
Brackenpaw all but crashed into the middle of camp and she snorted derisively. If he was getting his name too, maybe he should start acting like a warrior instead of an apprentice. Her plumed tail flicked dismissively and she turned her attention back to her father, amber eyes watching him eagerly. Her heart seemed to skip a beat when he called her forward. She stood from Gorsetail's side and moved to the fore of the crowd, giving her brother a single glance as they stood together side by side.
She shot a glare back into the crowd at the tease about her lack of humility, but even that couldn't sour her mood for more than a heartbeat, because then Lionstar was speaking the familiar words and it didn't matter anymore.
"Do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?"
“I do,” she replied with conviction, in unison with her brother.
Her name came first. She didn't realize she was holding her breath until it came. Ivyclaw. Her breath came out in a rush in her relief. Ivyclaw! She lifted her chin proudly. The name was buzzing around in her ears, she barely heard Brackenpaw's new name until the entire Clan took it up, along with hers, calling their names to the sky as if they were trying to alert all of StarClan.
She flashed a grin and nudged her shoulder into her brother's, “Good job keeping up with me, Brackenstride.” For all their rivalry she did care about him, and she was happy to be able to be the first to really call him by name. Fawn @poptart
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Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on Jan 23, 2019 4:53:20 GMT -5
Timberfrost The story's getting old but my heart is getting colder The booming tone of her leader calling a meeting caused the massive tabby to lift her frost bitten gaze just in time to watch Brackenpaw take a flying leap over a clanmate. A dry snort softly parted from the brown striped feline as she stood to make her way over where the rest of Treeclan was gathering, anticipation within the air.
It took only moments before the familiar red shade of Foxfur made his way near her, the older warrior lowering his haunches to take a seat. If it wasn't for all his fluff, Foxfur would have looked small next to Timberfrost's stature.
"I wonder if Brackenpaw is excited." The frosty tempered she-cat spoke in a rather dull tone, sarcasm thick within the comment that caused an amused chuckle to escape the tom next to her. Though the sideways glance he gave her with those bright green eyes that clearly told her to play nice.
It was the younger tom's big day after all.
Ears perked forwards, Timberfrost managed to catch the new warriors names with ease before her clanmates took up in a chorus of chants. After a moment, the massive warrior let her voice be her alongside the fox colored tom, the names new upon her tongue.
Ivyclaw and Brackenstride.
The massive tabby made her way through the crowd of cats congratulating the newly named Treeclan warriors, luckily avoiding having to slip between cats as they parted out of her way. Cerulean eyes like chips of ice, scanned over the family surrounding the brother and sister pair, which included Lionstar as the massive tom made his way from his perch.
"Ivyclaw." As she passed the fawn colored she-cat, the older warrior gave a quick call and a short dip of her head in congratulations.
"Took you long enough, Brackenstride." The strikingly obvious voice of Timberfrost cut through the others like a shard of ice as massive paws drew the tabby coated feline up to the darkly coated reddish warrior. There was a smirk on her maw, and that teasing glint within the confides of her frozen gaze. With the problems of the previous gathering involving foxes, the ceremony had been pushed and Timberfrost could only assume how pleased the younger tom was at the moment.
Though it wasn't but eight moons ago, the older feline could remember the burst of pride she felt from receiving her own warrior name. With a fresh scar cut across her left eye and her father left to fade into history, it had caused a major swell in her ego. Not to mention the adrenaline rush that made Timberfrost feel like she could take on a whole patrol of stinking Nightclan cats.
Flickering her tail, the massive she-cat caught sight of Foxfur attempting to make his way over towards them as well. "Being a warrior looks good on you little lion." Ah, her own personal nickname for the Prince of Treeclan, and pun off of his father's name. Timberfrost's smirk held true to her jaw as those frosty orbs caught the dark gold gaze of the younger warrior.
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Post by Justice on Feb 7, 2019 18:03:59 GMT -5
She'd known this day would come, had been quietly supporting her kits from day one and her mate for more moons than they'd been together. Honeysong was all about her family, and her only regret was that she hadn't started a little earlier to maybe have the chance of having a bigger family. But StarClan had blessed her with mate and kits, and that was all she could ask for. Now, moons had flown by and what had once been her tiny mewling kits were now nearly grown. It was enough to bring tears to her eyes, but she fought it off. Brakenpaw with his boundless energy running his way into camp as Lionstar called them all together, and when he came close enough she briefly got in his way to groom his fur down so it didn't look quite as wild before sending him along with a purring headbutt. When Ivypaw brought Lilypaw to her side she smiled at her daughter and headbutted her, licking her between her ears in thanks and sending her on her way as well. Normally, she'd make her sit there and groom her until she was satisfied, but as her two kits were becoming warriors she didn't want to embarrass them on the day of their ceremony. She knew they'd all be great when they became warriors, even Lilypaw. And little Lilypaw, at her side, she licked between the ears and purred softly, wrapping her fluffy tail as much around the small she-cat as she could. "Your time will come soon, my sweet, just be patient." She'd always been very attentive towards her family, and to Lilypaw in particular because of her blindness. Lionstar made the announcement, the ceremony beginning and she could only beam with pride at her offspring. Two warriors, and one more soon enough. And she knew her beloved wouldn't allow for Lilypaw to fall too far behind her litter mates. When she was ready, he'd let her become a warrior. As much as they both wanted to protect her, she had to be able to thrive as an adult. She couldn't stay an apprentice forever, it wasn't right when she earned her place. She'd find her way, Honeysong was certain of it. And when it was over she called out with the others, cheering on Brackenstride and Ivyclaw while leaving her tail against Lilypaw's back to comfort her. Her unwavering belief in her children would hopefully show to her daughter, the one now left behind her two litter mates. It'd happen, she knew it would. When Lionstar came down from the stump and joined the clan Honeysong waved her tail at him and smiled. "They've grown well, and far too fast. It seems like they were only just kits, mewling next to my belly and completely dependent on me for survival." She pressed her head to her mate's affectionately then motioned to their daughter in the same motion. It was her way of telling her mate to comfort his daughter as well. His apprentice or not, she deserved to know she was on the right track, if a little delayed as she had to learn more to succeed. @zen Fawn Phoenix BlooRey DVD @poptart
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