That dreaded thing, come to pass [Apprent. Ceremony] Aug 11, 2013 22:09:26 GMT -5
Post by Fawntastic on Aug 11, 2013 22:09:26 GMT -5
42 Moons || Tom || TreeClan
"May all cats strong enough to attend gather beneath Ancient Stump for a Clan meeting!"
So the day he'd been dreading had finally arrived.
It was not the nature of the ceremony that hadn't sat well in the golden tom's heart, it was the door he was opening up for two unique members of TreeClan's youth; the offspring of Grayowl. The ghastly gray warrior being a long-time thorn in Lionstar's side, like a cold, like an abscess he couldn't quite shake, to allow that warrior's kits the opportunity to learn how to use their claws and fangs in the name of the Clan was not high on his list of priorities. Somehow, it felt as if he were playing with fire, aware that it could burn him but with no other choice than to touch it - he couldn't delay their ceremonies for no good reason. That would be an abuse of power - and it would bring Lionstar no such peace of mind to picture that charcoal feline smugly glaring at him, both of them aware of his reasons for such a delay - something Lionstar had agreed he would never consciously allow himself to do.
Gazing out over the congregating Clan, Lionstar tried to smile through his unease, standing on ceremony and recalling the names of the chosen mentors who would have the...privilege (somehow it felt as if he were mentally spitting out that word) of training such an esteemed warrior's offspring. Oh and to think, just how much better he'd feel if these were Bloodtalon's offspring - same level of lethality, Lionstar surmised, between the two toms, and yet one, at least, he knew to be of the utmost loyalty to TreeClan and was relatively transparent. Lionstar felt confident the Clan and he could handle miniature versions of Bloodtalon.
But small, impressionable versions of Grayowl?
I'd rather lose another life.
Exaggeration aside, Lionstar waited until the two kits had made their appearance, Tigerlily having groomed them both as close to perfection as one could get kits who couldn't always sit still, and Lionstar met the innocent golden gaze of Mockingkit, and the unnaturally hollow stare of Sootkit, the latter giving off the impression that he was capable of looking beyond fur, flesh and bone to something else entirely.
"The time has come for two of TreeClan's youngest to join their fellow Clanmates in the apprentices' den. Sootkit, Mockingkit, step forward."
Immediately the carbon copy of Grayowl took the lead, arriving before Sootkit and with obviously more enthusiasm then the other kitten had probably ever possessed in his entire life, but Lionstar admitted to not knowing either of them that well. Under normal circumstances, Lionstar always made an effort to get to know the newest editions to the Clan, the tiny little bright futures the nursery contained - but a feeling deep in his gut kept telling him to stay away. He had always made excuses up until this point.
He was getting the same feeling looking into Mockingkit's eyes, whom, for all the world, looked every bit a normal she-kitten, her paws grinding into the earth with nervous energy, her ears fully swiveled, attentively hanging on his every word.
"Mockingkit, Sootkit, you have reached the age of six moons, and it is time for you to be apprenticed. From this day on, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Mockingpaw and Sootpaw." He paused to allow the Clan to call out their new names for a few heartbeats, picking up shortly thereafter; "Mockingpaw, your mentor will be Skyfall. Sootpaw, your mentor will be Sixtoes. I trust that they will pass down all their knowledge and experience."
Feeling as if he'd just signed a contract in blood, Lionstar waited for the two cats he'd named to step up beside their newly assigned apprentices, the golden tom purposefully keeping his eyes well away from Grayowl - he did not want to see the look running across the gray tom's muzzle at this inevitable apprentice ceremony - he did not want to see the haughtiness disguised as 'fatherly pride' in Grayowl's maleficent golden eyes.
Instinctively, Lionstar sought out the other cat with a relation to his enemy, Grayowl's sister Willowfur, seeking strength in knowing that she was there, and that she was safe and in his life once more. The aurelian leader felt his core begin to stabilize, drawing in a deep, calming breath, losing a little of that sternness etched into his handsome, soot-darkened features.
OOC: Phoenix, Insidious, Bloodrose, nimble