A Warrior, Proven [WARRIOR CEREMONY!] Dec 19, 2012 22:02:02 GMT -5
Post by Fawntastic on Dec 19, 2012 22:02:02 GMT -5
This day had been a long time coming; it was one of those mornings that gave Lionstar hope for future, today in more days than one. The sun was shining, a wonderful reprieve from the snowy, overcast days of dark, freezing cold mornings and even more frigid nights, with mountains of snow piled upon them every couple of days, it seemed. Making the snow drifts sparkle like pawfuls of semiprecious stones, Lionstar inhaled deeply the scent of fresh, cold air, pine, spruce and the many distinctive scents of his Clanmates all hard at work.
The wind rustling his ruff, the lion-like tom walked past the fresh kill pile, the patient leader finding his footsteps almost carrying him towards the nursery, where Silverkit and Rowankit were likely snuggled up against their mother for warmth. Especially after Silverkit's little escapade two days ago, his tiny half-sister didn't seem all that eager to set paw outside much these days. He would have chuckled if the experience hadn't been so scary for her and for him, who's own imagination had filled in the blanks as horribly as possible, had reason not won out in the end.
For saving Silverkit's life, Lionstar would forever be grateful to the cat he was about to acclaim in the best way possible, short of granting him deputyship. Make no mistake, it was not because of his sister that he was granting Noblepaw the one thing he'd wanted since before he could walk; Lionstar would never be so careless with ceremonies. He wouldn't hand them out like presents because a cat had done a good thing for him. No. It was with resolute will that Lionstar could safely say that Noblepaw had earned this ceremony. He had all the bases covered and more, and in Lionstar's opinion, skillwise, this was long overdue.
Leaping onto the ancient stump, catching the attention of several Clanmates just by doing so, his voice raising up against the wind, proud and strong, as he called the cats together with the customary call;
"May all cats strong enough to attend gather beneath Ancient Stump for a Clan meeting."
As expected, the cats began to stop what they were doing, the queens in their nursery looking on with interest, Sandfur bringing Rowankit and Silverkit forward perhaps, to enjoy the spectacle that was a warrior's ceremony in it's full glory. Duskpaw came out of the apprentice's den immediately, rubbing a wet paw over her face and ears to wipe away any sleep residue from her nap. Looking around for Noblepaw, she grinned at him, having a very good feeling about this.
Was today the day?
"Noblepaw, step forward."
Duskpaw's ears pricked forward excitedly, and she had to resist the urge to yowl out early, instead sending him some very positive vibes from where she sat beside the other apprentices.
Today WAS the day!