Adding to the Ranks [Apprentice Ceremony] Dec 17, 2012 22:07:58 GMT -5
Post by Phoenix on Dec 17, 2012 22:07:58 GMT -5
It was only a few days back that he had stood on River Stone, promoting one of RainClan's most valuable warriors to the coveted deputy position. Though he would not claim to have had any reserves about chosing that particular tom, the first days of watching Razorfang in action wiped any lingering ones away. He had no doubt in his mind that he had chosen the right cat, and already, he could see the effect that a distinct leadership had on the clan. But Sandstar shifted his thoughts from their well-worn path to another, almost equally well thought out area. This one, however, was considerably more relevant.
He rose to his paws and collected himself before exiting his den, in a motion so fluid that a watcher might have thought that he had practiced it for moons before perfecting it. Pausing for a moment, the tom cast a yellow-eyed gaze around camp. Though it was the middle of leaf-bare, the weather was exceptionally mild compared to the standards that the harsh weather had set. The bone-chilling wind had decided to momentarily cease, and if he used his imagination, the overcast sky seemed just a little lighter than usual. A shiver coursed through his body, prompting the tom to get a move on.
Long strides carried him over to River Stone, and Sandstar was very proud of the short time it had taken him to become accustomed to that action. He hesitated for a moment before he drew a breath to call out the customary summons to the clan, taking the time to marvel at the new sight of the camp; it still retained its novelty, and something told the tom that part of it would remain special to him regardless of the number of times he stood atop the rock. Yellow eyes flicked over to the nursery, picturing the two no doubt very excited kits within. Earlier, he had stopped by to chat with Brighteyes, who had moved in a little while back, and during their conversation, the tom had dropped a few hints about the upcoming apprentice ceremonies. Keen as always, the she-cat had gone off to help the two kits prepare, though Sandstar did not doubt their ability to put two and two together. Age played a very large part in a kit's life, as they always seemed to count down the days until their apprentice ceremony, particularly during the last few moons.
"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath River Stone for a clan meeting." Once again, the sound of his own voice ringing through the camp sent an excited shiver down the leader's spine. How long had he heard Deadstar's familiar call echo through the area and imagined himself in the leader's place? Dutifully, the members of RainClan began to gather beneath the rock, and as he waited for the whole clan to congregate, Sandstar's gaze travelled the two young felines, a tom and a she-cat, who would become RainClan's newest apprentices.