One Warrior Stronger Dec 17, 2012 23:56:33 GMT -5
Post by Fate of Five Admin on Dec 17, 2012 23:56:33 GMT -5
Today Ravenstar would be performing perhaps her favorite duty as leader of NightClan. She would be making a new warrior. NightClan would be one warrior stronger. Blackwolf had reported to her yesterday that Clawpaw had passed her final assessment and that he believed she was ready to become a warrior. She padded out to the Boulder Ledge and yowled her summons to the Clan, “Let all cats able to walk on their own paws gather beneath the Boulder Ledge for a Clan meeting!”
She stood where she was as she waited for the Clan to gather, watching especially for Clawpaw. When the majority of the Clan had gathered she fixed her gaze on the apprentice in question, “Clawpaw, Blackwolf has informed me that you are ready to become a warrior. Step forward.” When she had, Ravenstar began the familiar words of ceremony, "I, Ravenstar, leader of NightClan, call upon our warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. She has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend her to you as a warrior in her turn. Clawpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend NightClan, even at the cost of your life?"
She waited for Clawpaw’s affirmative before leaping down and padding forward to stand before the warrior to be. "Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. From this moment you will be known as Clawstorm. StarClan honors your fighting skill and your tenacity, and we welcome you as a full warrior of NightClan." Steeling her pride, she reached up to rest her chin upon Clawstorm’s shoulder, which was a bit of a stretch but not as much as attempting to do the same to the new warrior’s head. It was a compromise Ravenstar had had to become used to as nearly every apprentice to become a warrior was decently larger than she was. She simply could not reach their heads, but with a little stretching could generally get her chin upon their shoulders. She waited for Clawstorm to finish the ceremony with a lick to her shoulder before stepping back as the Clan called out the new warrior’s name.
She waited, so that Clawstorm might enjoy her moment to shine, her pale gaze seeking out her brother and the cat she had chosen to continue to his training. She had thought about taking him on herself, but thought that it might show too much favoritism, Grimpaw was not supposed to know he was related to her, not to mention the conflict of interest in training her own kin. She did not assign other apprentices to their immediate family if she could help it and it would not be fair to break that rule because of her own selfishness. Not to mention… she had sworn against ever taking another apprentice. She sat at the head of the Clan, waiting for the calls and excitement to die down.