[Justice]

It was time. Another apprentice ready for the next step in their life, another warrior for RainClan. Despite everything, despite a rough start to life, Stormpaw had survived into adulthood. Silverstar took a deep breath, pleased. Who knew that StarClan's choice to drown him, thus allowing him to wash up near the half frozen kits of Willowbreeze's, would culminate in this moment. He was happy. Another daughter to celebrate, though she didn't know that. He'd have to talk to her mother, see if she felt Stormpaw was ready for the knowledge.

Silverstar called the clan together, letting them congregate and offering a smile to Willowbreeze for her part in all this. A mother should be proud of her grown kits through all their achievements.

"We come together today to welcome an apprentice into the ranks of our warriors. Stormpaw please come forward." He waited for her to come where he wanted her and pitched his voice so that it would carry across the gathered clan.

"I, Silverstar, leader of RainClan, call upon our warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. She has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, overcome the obstacles you placed in her path, and I commend her to you as a warrior in her turn. Stormpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?"

"I do." Well he heard the attitude, but at least she was doing the ceremony right. Rather or not she'd let him close enough for his final part was up in the air, but if she knew what was good for her she'd bare it. Otherwise he swore he'd sit on her head and pass gas until she cooperated. Even if she was his daughter, he was still bigger than she was and she would deserve it.

"Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Stormpaw, from this moment you will be known as Stormwind. StarClan honors your independence and determination, and we welcome you as a full warrior of RainClan."

He stepped forward, very aware that this was the part she might make a big fuss about. He remembered grabbing her up and grooming her for disobeying her mother. His version of kit 'punishment' was a long groom session with their leader. Utter embarrassment for her, he was sure. He rested his muzzle on her head, fighting off the urge to groom her ears for good measure, and let the ceremony complete. Once it was done he stepped back and had a grin on his face as the clan welcomed their newest warrior.

Ghost the Undead Goddess

[Ghost the Undead Goddess]

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Stormwind
I'm headed straight for the castle
They wanna make me their queen

☁ — She was rarely in camp anymore.

Though, it wasn't hard to find the foul-tempered she-cat if you knew where to look or if you were lucky enough to know her well enough to find her. The young molly often spent her time purposefully avoiding other cats, even those from Rainclan. She had a certain affinity for being alone more than many of those who lived in the normally communal type style of the clans, the pale tabby happy with just herself and the trickle of the river as it lulled her into a snooze.

It had been Willowbreeze who had found her, though Stormpaw hadn't missed the obnoxious, boorish noises coming from the aptly named Moosejaw as the older warrior had attempted to track her down.

The future warrior had been resting in the bathing sunlight while reeds and cattails hid her from view, those distinct stripes on her silky pelt aiding with natural camouflage. Large paws were, as always, soaked from letting the ever moving water before her lapping at the shore. The apprentice rather enjoyed the feeling of being wet, and there was never a time when she didn't trudge into camp begrudgingly with damp fur and the scent of fish mixing with her own. Generally she managed to hunt a mouthful of scaled prey to drop off so she didn't at least get yowled at for being selfish.

Not like she cared, it was just annoying to deal with. Especially if goody-two paws Silverstar butted into the whole affair. Hell, Moosejaw was bad enough as it was, the ambling badger constantly harping on her despite the ease she picked up on training. Just because she had a 'bad attitude' and was 'disrespectful', the annoyance of her mentor's voice was practically heard within her ears whenever she thought about it.

Now, here the lengthy coated tabby she-cat stood, her draping tail trailing behind her as she padded forwards to Silverstar's beckoning call. There was a shimmer of lightning within the stormy blue gaze of the younger feline as she stared into the cooler, icier hues of her leader. Though, she used the term loosely. Despite the fact that Stormpaw was one of the oldest apprentices and that she was past eighteen moons, there was a look of arrogance and pride upon her pale muzzle, head held high as those around watched the temperamental daughter of Willowbreeze earn her warrior name.

Finally.

It wasn't hard to miss the flicker of annoyance within stance or gaze of the young she-cat as she stood and listened to the silver coated tom before her recite his precious code. The code that was passed down from a bunch of dead cats that hardly mattered anymore, Stormpaw was hardly one for such nursery stories and her patience with his instance to repeat it like a clucking rooster at dawn was growing. The tip of her fluffy tail twitched ever so slightly and there was a slight wiggle of her many toes upon her front paws as she half-heartedly gave her leader her attention.

She was ready for this, ready to earn a name that gave her the freedom to do whatever she wanted. Stormpaw was so done with having so many cats breathing down her neck, more than there needed to be that was for sure. The silver tabby had been able to take of herself without warriors constantly checking on her like a fragile princess. She had been born in the heart of a hurricane and though she survived those turbulent winds lived on within her large form.

No more sass from Waterstep or Moosejaw, no more threats to groom her for punishment from Silverstar.

An ear flickered atop her head as Silverstar suddenly turned his attention to her, their blue hues meeting once more as Stormpaw refused to look away. There was a faint hesitation in her response but she answered in a loud and clear snap of her jaws as if it were beyond obvious what her response would have been. "I do." There was attitude within her tone, but when wasn't there some form of snark or growl upon the throat of the aptly named Stormpaw.

Stormwind!

Her eyes flashed with approval at the name given to her for completing several dumb moons of unnecessary training. She had proven herself at a young age to be skilled in hunting and fighting without much worry. Yet, here she was, twelve moons later and finally hearing the chosen name of the rest of her life.

It fit.

She knew what was to happen next, though she wasn't very excited about the idea. Stormwind was not known for being affectionate and she didn't appreciate unwanted contact. It hadn't been long ago had her apprentice ceremony that she had snapped angrily at Moosejaw for trying to touch noses with her. And of course, before that when Old 'Frosty'star had tried to groom her due to her attempt to sneak out of the camp. She had been trying to see the river that time, ironic that all these moons later that's where the silver molly preferred to be rather than near clanmates.

Her tail twitched with irritation but Stormwind begrugingly dipped her head as Silverstar licked her shoulder. She didn't growl but she did give a small huff as she pulled away, "It's about time...", the sounds of those around her rising to call out her new name. Turning, the long-haired she-cat could finally be called a warrior, though as she proudly accepted the cheers of her fellow Rainclanners, she felt her gaze shift towards the well used entrance of the camp.

She couldn't wait to get away again. The tempermental she-cat had never been one for being around her clanmates, so how long would it be before she proved her vow earlier a lie. Something beyond the boundaries of Rainclan called to the wanderess, and someday soon her paws wouldn't hold her back.

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[♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟]

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if i could begin to be
half of what you think of me
i could do about anything

RIVERPAW

6 moons // rainclan // apprentice

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or a moment, just a moment, Riverpaw genuinely thought he was getting called forward to get his warrior name. He stared up at Silverstar with an expression that was somewhere between incredulous and hopeful. But no, it was Stormpaw’s moment to shine. Though that made sense, Riverpaw still felt his blue eyes cloud with a little bit of disappointment. But getting feverishly sick and nearly drowning in a river didn’t qualify him as a warrior. It wasn’t even remotely heroic. Why did he think Silverstar was going to make him a warrior for it? Minnow-brain. He thought quietly. There had been something subdued about Riverpaw since last season. Something that sucked away the brightness to his eyes. So he didn’t exactly look ecstatic to be witnessing his denmate’s warrior ceremony.

Stormpaw stepped forward, her body seeming super-charged with electricity, like she herself was a stormcloud about to unleash lightning on the valley. His ears twitched. He never liked Stormpaw. She was pretty, but her snappish voice scared him and left him feeling scathed. She seemed to like being by herself, away from everyone, and that brand of “enjoying your own company” just didn’t sit right with Riverpaw. It was like she wasn’t even apart of the Clan. Riverpaw wanted nothing more than for everyone in the Clan to like him. Why Stormpaw didn’t seem to care at all was beyond him. But… he felt guilty for disliking her. His ears lowered. Was it hypocritical for him to dislike anybody? What right had he to judge? At least Stormpaw hadn’t drowned anyone.

Aspenbreeze. The name in his head was slowly drowned out by the cheering all around him, the cheering of her new name. “Stormwind!” He yowled, but only because he knew he was supposed to.

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