sharpen your teeth [warrior ceremony] Jun 26, 2016 23:01:51 GMT -5
Post by Insidious on Jun 26, 2016 23:01:51 GMT -5
Dimstar sat in the doorway of his den, his posture stiff as a board, as he waited for a familiar black pelt to return to camp. He assumed that his mate had taken her apprentice out to train, but once the duo returned, it would come as a pleasant surprise to the young, prospering daughter of Blackwolf that she was no longer to be an apprentice. She had come a long way since her sixth moon, and while he oftentimes came across as indifferent to his peers, he certainly paid attention to each and every one of them. He had been keeping track of her progress—and subconsciously comparing it to that of his apprentice’s—and decided that she deserved her name before either of her siblings. As soon as he spotted her ducking into the camp clearing, he rose to his paws and ascended the Boulder Ledge. “Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Boulder Ledge for a clan meeting.” His voice didn’t bellow throughout the camp as was expected of a leader. There was no sense of urgency in his voice, but instead a cold, monotonous finality. In his mind, it had the same affect.
He waited until the crowd had thickened, but truthfully, his only concern in the moment was for Hollypaw and Starlingcry. The apprentice needed to be present in order to receive her name and, of course, he wanted his mate to be there to witness what her tutelage had allowed to happen. He let his eyes briefly land within Starlingcry’s as a silent signal that this moment was for her and her apprentice. Otherwise, his eyes didn’t even twitch, so he wouldn’t be overly surprised if she didn’t catch on. It would take time, and a lot of it, despite his wishes, for the two of them to fully become in sync. Thankfully, the tom had unlimited patience.
“An apprentice stands among us that has reached her twelfth moon, and it’s time for her to step forward and join the warriors of NightClan. Hollypaw, if you’d please.” Finally, he let his ghostly eyes fixate on Hollypaw unwaveringly. He tipped his head forward, gesturing for the she-cat to approach the front of the Boulder Ledge. “I, Dimstar, leader of NightClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down upon 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. Hollypaw…” Dimstar paused, holding the she-cat’s eyes, hoping that his own apprentice had assembled to watch his sister become a warrior without him. At the very least, he wanted it to motivate him to work harder. “...do you promise to uphold the warrior code, and to protect and defend your clan, even at the cost of your life?”