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GaleClan Leader GorgeClan Medicine Cat
INVENTORY
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Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on Jun 22, 2021 20:00:58 GMT -5
The sun was slowly starting to set for the end of the day, the sky streaked with beautiful colors of pink, orange and deep blues as darkness moved to devour what was left of the light. Already stars were starting to perk above head, Silverpelt steadily making it's presence known as a gentle breeze rushed over the rolling moorlands of Lightningclan.
Greenleaf was just beginning, but already the temperatures were starting to rise compared to those more steady weathers that belonged to Newleaf. Prey was still present and water was still running steadily within the small streams that graced the wide open meadows. Even with the harsher times to come, the clan would survive as it always did.
Cats, like the weather, came and went. They were born, they grew among their clanmates and they passed into legend as the moons passed them by. A circle that was never ending, but moments that were highlighted with memories and joy would never be forgotten by those who held them dear.
Becoming a warrior, a true hunter and fighter among the clan was a sought ideal. One that so many reached and one that many, unfortunately, never got to see. Tonight however, three young lives would be taking that huge step, becoming who they were born to be among the sea of pelts that lived within the open spaces of the moor, to become warriors of Lightningclan.
The old she-cat could not be more proud of those whom she led.
Everyday her clan grew stronger, they grew better, they grew in numbers and in power. Once they had been a clan that lived in the shadows of more dominating cats, such as Treeclan and Stoneclan. No longer were they smaller, they had been fleshed out and trained beneath the brilliant mind of Owlstar and her wise teachings. Her goal was to make sure that Lightningclan lived on, long after she had returned to the homeland of Starclan.
Today, she'd be welcoming more warriors by her side, beneath her wide gray wings as they soared the landscape.
"All those swift enough to race across moors gather around the Hill Top for a clan meeting!" Owlstar's familiar rasp, sharp as always, rang out those repeated words that fell from previous leaders for moons upon moons. Generations had held these practices together and continued to pass them to those who would succeed them, and it caused pride to swell within the breastbone of the aging queen.
Even as the words left the white muzzled molly, her nimble paws quickly led the lean form of Owlstar to where she found her place atop the well worn mound. Redstar, her brother, had sat here once. Firestar before him and even Redstar, the she-cat who gave her the name Owlmind, a long time ago.
One day, another cat would sit here and recite the same words.
Wide, unreadable amber pools slowly ran across each of those felines who made their way to her paws. Colors and pattern varieties slunk from the growing shadows and from the comfortable dens scattered about the trodden campsite. Though finally, she paused upon the apprentice den. Even with the departures of Briarsky and Greenrift, many youngsters lived among the cramped nesting.
Though, it wouldn't be for much longer.
Always pleased with the punctuation of her clanmates, Owlstar remained standing as her long tail flickered almost aimlessly behind her. Though, those who knew her knew that nothing the aging she-cat did had an aimless attitude about it. She was always thinking, always planning, her mind constantly working to figure out the betterment of both herself, her warriors and her clan.
"Greenleaf has finally met us, and once again Lightningclan grows stronger!" Her voice was proud and fierce despite the permanent rasp that held her throat. The dying sunlight caused her amber hues to glitter and almost glow in a similar fashion as the raptor of her namesake. "Tonight, we once again welcome new warriors into our midst."
Her wedge shaped head shifted as that long nose pointed towards where a pawful of the apprentices were sitting. "Brightpaw, Maplepaw, Skypaw, please come forwards." She called each in turn, making sure her hues paused on each unique feline in turn, Sunnyheart's brood far overdue for this moment. For a moment, Owlstar's gaze lingered on the single she-cat, the youngster who happened to be the leader's own apprentice before she turned to face the broad of the clan.
"Thistletongue, Birchspots, you have done well training your first apprentices and you should be proud that they will finally be earning their warrior names. As I am proud of Maplepaw." Owlstar flickered a large, wide ear as she glanced over at the warriors that would now be considered former mentors before lifting her head to watched the shimmering of Silverpelt. "I, Owlstar, leader of Lightingclan, call upon our warrior ancestors to look down on these three apprentices. Each of them has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code and I commend them as warriors in turn."
"Brightpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code, to protect and defend your clan even at the cost of your life?"
"I do!" The youngster nearly leaped off his paws as his gaze glittered with pure excitement. Owlstar could remember the feeling that rose within her chest during her own warrior ceremony, and she couldn't deny the warmth she felt in watching others take that same step.
"Skypaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code, to protect and defend your clan even at the cost of your life?"
There was hesitation as the tabby tom who often wore a faraway look in his gaze as he shifted his paws. He glanced around, as if debating exactly what he wanted to do, before turning to look up at his leader. Owlstar was quiet, watching him with a very observant look without judgement, curious as to what exactly the young tom would do. He never seemed one to abide by the clan ways, always more of a loner, a wanderer perhaps.
"I do..." He said in a soft but relaxed tone after a few skipping heartbeats.
"Maplepaw," Finally, the aging molly turned her attention to her own apprentice, satisfied with Skypaw's answer. "Do you promise to uphold the warrior code, to protect and defend your clan even at the cost of your life?"
"I do." Her response was a comfortable middle between both her brothers, respect within her tone and her gaze as she lifted her head.
Pleased with the young trio, the white muzzled she-cat lifted her own rasp to recite the words that had become very familiar to her since her ascendance to leadership. "Then by the powers of Starclan, I give you your warrior names. Brightpaw, from this moment you will be known as Brightblaze. Starclan honors your pure heart and fierce loyalty, and we welcome you as a full warrior of Lightingclan."
"Skypaw, from this moment you will be known as Skyshadow. Starclan honors your cool demeanor and free spirit, and we welcome you as a full warrior of Lightingclan."
And finally, Owlstar turned to her now, former, apprentice. "Maplepaw, from this moment you will be known as Maplefoot. Starclan honors your keen intelect and your hard working nature, and we welcome you as a full warrior of Lightingclan."
With each cat in turn, the gray pelted oriental laid her long nose on each of the young feline's head before pulling away after their rough tongue came in contact with her shoulder as per the ceremony. Once she was done, Owlstar let her warm gaze wash over each new warrior before she lifted her long tail and nose into the air.
"Congratulations."
OWLSTAR lightningclan leader || 81 moons 1291 WORDS
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tribe lead cave-guard
INVENTORY
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 30, 2021 23:25:01 GMT -5
Maplepaw/foot Maplepaw's fur felt electrified. It felt like she had been waiting for this day for a lot longer than she had. But at the same time, she felt removed from the proceedings. Her leader and mentor said the words, and she heard them, but they were from a distance. It impressed her, if only a little, that her paws didn't float out from under her and her point of view would truly become something given from above. But that didn't happen. Instead, she went through the ceremony, her heart pounding loudly in her chest. Thump, thump, thump. It was still beating afterward, though she felt like her expression and body language only carried across the numb surprise at her change in position. Maplefoot. She shook out her paws, trying to see if she somehow fit into the new name. She cheered for the new names of the others, but this felt so different. Am I a Maplefoot? Is that me? she wondered to herself. The words drifted away from her like the same distant feeling of viewing something from above. Slowly, her own pelt seemed to be adjusting to the idea. Maplefoot. She was Maplefoot. Her whiskers twitched. It felt exciting. A full Warrior. She had gotten the chance to grow and to grow well under Owlstar. She found herself looking at her old mentor with a sparkle in her eye. Was that right? She felt a bit like she was leaving something behind. Not that it was a bad thing, but the feeling was still there. A purr rumbled in her throat. Maplefoot. Yeah.
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STAFF MistClan Leader
INVENTORY
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Post by Katara on Jul 10, 2021 15:03:12 GMT -5
AND THE MEMORIES WE'VE MADE WILL NEVER BE LOST BUT THE WIND, YES THE WIND KEEPS HOWLING Brightblaze lightningclan warrior / tom / 21 moons [attr="class","brightscroll"]"Aw, a meeting?" Brightpaw mewed, just the slightest bit disappointed. He'd been about to leave to go on an evening patrol! He'd been on one before, of course, but it never failed to be exciting to him. The moors transformed into something totally different under the light of the moon, and in Greenleaf especially he was excited to see the lightning bugs. He'd been looking forward to seeing them again this year, but it seemed Owlstar had different plans for his evening.
He trotted over to join the rest of his Clan for the meeting, tail still high. His disappointment never lasted for long - Brightpaw couldn't dwell in negative feelings even if he wanted to, his attention had always flicked from one thing to the next. And now it was focused fully on his Clan leader, as the words from her mouth changed the course of his evening - and his life in LightningClan. Brightpaw, Maplepaw, Skypaw, please come forwards.
His fur was already fluffed up in barely contained excitement, and he shot a thrilled look at his siblings. They didn't look nearly as excited as he felt, but maybe they were still shocked. He looked around for Thistletongue, his mentor, and found her looking right at him with her head raised. Was that pride he saw in her eyes? He turned again, scampering forward as Owlstar began the familiar words of a warrior ceremony. He forced himself to sit, but couldn't manage to make his tail wrap neatly around his paws - it was flicking restlessly around him, betraying his kitten-like excitement. Brightpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code, to protect and defend your clan even at the cost of your life?
"I do!" Brightpaw burst out, giving a little bounce. How long he had waited to speak those two words!
Owlstar asked the same oath from Skypaw and Maplepaw, and then she went on to name them. Joy rushed through him as Owlstar gave him his new name - Brightblaze. Brightblaze! He wanted to say it aloud, but knew he couldn't interrupt the ceremony. When the old gray she-cat rested her muzzle on his head, she licked her shoulder respectfully, until she pulled back and moved on to Skypaw. His entire body felt like it was buzzing with energy, and it was all he could do to keep still as he listened eagerly for his siblings' new names.
Skyshadow! What a cool name! It suited his brother perfectly, who was so contemplative. And Maplefoot! He thought the name suited his sister well, who was so hard-working and dutiful. He was just as proud of them as he was of himself, and was overjoyed they were all sharing this night together--they'd get to have their vigil together, too! He'd always been worried that Skyshadow in particular would eventually wander off from LightningClan, and felt privately relieved his brother had decided to stay and commit to the Clan after all.
The Clan cheered their new names together, and Brightblaze swelled with happiness. "Thank you, Owlstar!" he exclaimed, when the chanting had finished. He turned and pressed himself against siblings, purring so hard he almost couldn't speak. "Maplefoot! Skyshadow!" He couldn't resist calling them by their new names immediately, before they would have to be silent all night. He had no idea how he was going to stay quiet for so long! I put in the pictures, you put in the time You put all those memories so deep inside my mind [newclass=".brightscroll"]width:450px;height:250px;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:11px;color:#ccc;text-align:justify;line-height:14px;overflow:auto;margin:auto;padding-right:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.brightscroll::-webkit-scrollbar]width:1px;[/newclass][newclass=.brightscroll::-webkit-scrollbar-track]border:0px solid;background:transparent;[/newclass][newclass=.brightscroll::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color:#aa6137;[/newclass]
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You said my words would kill you but you stood there all the same. |
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STAFF GaleClan MCA
INVENTORY
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Post by ♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 on Aug 2, 2021 5:17:37 GMT -5
boys are raised to be men BIRCHSPOTS [attr="class","birch"][attr="class","birch-content"]Birchspots watched with pride swelling in his heart as the short-tailed brown tabby apprentice stepped forward. His golden eyes softened when he noticed just how big Skypaw had become since he had first ventured out into the territory with Birchspots. He hadn't been sure if being a mentor was something he was capable of doing, but looking into that silvery gaze as mentor and apprentice nodded to eachother, he knew that Skypaw had been glad to be his apprentice. Maybe such a free-spirited tom had found relief in being the underling to a warrior whose own mentor had encouraged anything but free-spiritedness. He had learned from Tawnybelly's mistakes, had dipped his toes in the acrid pool of toxic conformity and flinched away from its corrosive nature. He'd tried to adapt his teachings to Skypaw's natural talent for exploration. He didn't know if he'd done a good job, or if he deserved to take credit for his apprentice's success, nor did he know if Skypaw would be a "good warrior" for LightningClan. But he did know that he had gotten the privilege to watch a good cat grow up.
"Skyshadow! Skyshadow!" He chanted Skyshadow's new name with more joy than the silver tom had expressed in a while, his fur seeming to puff up with genuine delight. As the Clan rallied around the new warriors, Birchspots pushed forward gently, finally reaching Skyshadow's side. "You did fantastic." He meowed gently. But there was anxiety in the back of his mind, never fully gone, always suspended just out of focus. "Whatever you decide to do, I'm proud of you. You did better than I ever could have hoped." He knew by Skyshadow's nod that he understood. If you still want to leave, that's okay. Wherever you go, you won't be forgotten. Warrior of LightningClan
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