Post by Insidious on Aug 24, 2016 21:44:32 GMT -5
There was a handful who would think the white tom’s ceremony was long overdue, but anyone who said that clearly had no idea what kind of cat his apprentice was. He had the potential to be made a warrior on time, much like his sister, Hollystorm, had been, but he let his laziness get in the way. For moons upon moons he behaved inappropriately, unable to meet the expectations Dimstar placed upon the shoulders of each and every single one of his warriors, but that had changed in the span of a heartbeat.
It was almost pitiful that it had taken the near-death of his own flesh and blood to motivate him to do better, to be better, but motivation was motivation no matter the circumstances. Coyotepaw was going to live, and it had pleased the Clan leader (though not visibly) to know that his apprentice didn’t have to suffer through the loss of his brother, but Palebreeze hadn’t been as lucky. He had said his goodbyes to the fallen warrior, and then allowed her family to grieve in peace. It was a shame that she died—and so young, too—but she died for the good of her Clan, and in Dimstar’s opinion, there was no better way to go. Dimstar wasted no time in making sure the last of the foxes was dealt with. It was mostly to ensure they’d bother no more of his patrols, but it was also to avenge Palebreeze. He was by no means a caring, emotional tom, but he took care of his Clanmates. Palebreeze did not die in vain.
He couldn’t be sure if Bonepaw was in the mood to receive his warrior name. He had been waiting such a long time for it, but given the circumstances, there was undoubtedly a lot on his mind. Regardless, Dimstar took his place atop the Boulder Ledge and called out for his Clan to assemble beneath him. “May all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Boulder Ledge for a Clan meeting!” He paused, but only briefly. As soon as his eyes found Bonepaw’s, he gestured for him to step forward. “I, Dimstar, leader of NightClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down upon this apprentice. He has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble Code, and I commend him to you as a warrior in his turn. Bonepaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior Code, and to protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?” The oath would weight heavy on his heart, of this the Clan leader was certain as he tipped his head and searched his apprentice’s eyes.
Date: Greenleaf twenty-eight