Willowclan Cermonies + MCA [6.17.18]

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Ashcloud padded out of his den when he heard the call from his sister. It was time he was perfectly groomed, looking presentable to the clan. Maybe this would calm down everything that happened recently with Willowstar and her warriors. They had something good to look forward two, a new medicine cat apprentice.

His heir.

Ashcloud sat down at the outside of his den and watched the rest of clan gather his green eyes were watching for Willowstar’s kits. They made their way out and Ashcloud’s eyes landed on his choice. There was no backing away now, he knew that the kit would be surprised and maybe even resentful toward him. But Ashcloud knew that this kit was connected to Starclan it was like the ancestors were telling him which kit to pick.

Thats when everyone settled down and Willowstar addressed the clan before he heard her direction the attention towards him. Everything seemed to be frozen in time as he watched the eyes turn towards him in camp, standing up the large tabby tom moved towards the great oak. Ashcloud stopped at the roots of the willow tree and looked up at his sister who was perched on a branch he dipped his head at her and then looked at his brother and gave a soft smile at the tom before turning around right where he was to address the clan.

”I would like to make an important announcement, as you know my role for the clan is consult the wills of Starclan along with making sure all members of Willowclan are healthy and well taken care for. But it is also my job to choose who my heir will be.” He paused for a moment to let the clan realize what was about to happen. ”I come forward today to choose my heir, Willowclan’s next medicine cat!” His voice was strong and clear as he called out into the camp.

His eyes turned and landed on his choice.

”Brookkit, please come forward.” He flicked his tail to summon the small she-cat forward. A soft smiled appeared on his face, he knew this choice was the correct one. He knew Starclan pushed him towards this choice. ”Brookkit, Starclan has chosen you to be my heir and walk the path of a medicine cat.” Ashcloud leaned down and touched his head to the she-cat. ”Until you have completed your training you will be know by Starclan as Brookpaw.”

Ashcloud looked out at Willowclan yowled, ”Willowclan behold! My heir, Brookpaw!”

Tags:lawen , Sloth , & Willowclan

[Sloth]

Zesty for Stormpaw > Storm???

Demonic for Falconkit > Falconpaw - mentored by Nightowl (@egotistic )

@silverfire12 for Frostkit > Frostpaw - mentored by Whitefeather (Zesty )

JUM!! for Jaykit > Jaypaw - mentored by Crowjaw (Sloth )

JUM!! for Poppykit > Poppypaw - mentored by Rosebranch (@thorne )

@nyara for Cinderkit > Cinderpaw - mentored by Blizzardbite (trevni )

Maple for Grasskit > Grasspaw - mentored by Robinheart (Robin )

Sloth for Ratkit > Ratpaw - looked after by Ashcloud (@edda )

Posme for Nettlekit > Nettlepaw - looked after by Cinderfeather (@silverfire12 )

Please make sure to re-post your character applications to reflect your character's new rank! Include the link to their old application in the "Adoption link" section.

Mentors, if you do not have the time or desire to train an apprentice, please let me know and I will make adjustments as needed!

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Willowstar did her best to not glare at her brother, even as she replaced him on the Willow Tree. "Yes congratulations to my daughter, Brookpaw. I'm sure she will be excellent at her job. Like mother like daughter." Willowstar gave her second weakest daughter a winning smile. "Now for the important part of our ceremony; my kits have finally reached the age of apprenticehood; as we were made clear thanks to my oh so. dear brother, Ashcloud." The smile remained intact, glued to her charming face like morning dew to a flower. "And it is a blessing from StarClan to see them grow and turn into such capable members of our clan." Willowstar's gaze slowly inched towards one son in particular and her glowing gaze because almost radiant.

“So; Falconkit please step forward." She paused for a moment to let the kit step forward; thumping her tail against the bark beneath her feet before she continued. "I, queen of WillowClan, feel that this kit is ready to take on the responsibilities of apprenticeship. Falconpaw, your paws are now on the path of a warrior. Nightowl will guide you on your journey toward becoming a Royal worthy of other's loyalties. May your apprentice days be full of joy and learning.”

She continued with Jaykit, this time frowning slightly as she stared into the face of Crowjaw's chosen. Willowstar was suspicious of the decision. Suspicious of her daughter for being chosen by her nuisance of a father. Suspicious of Crowjaw's intentions now that he'd gone through with his claim to mentor one of their kits.

In the back of the gray tabbies mind a sense of forlorn fear crept in before it was brushed away. There was nothing the tom could do with help from such a reckless daughter like Jaykit. And if he did have any ideas floating around that bee-filled brain of his, she had ways of making him and her daughter disappear.

Willowstar coaxed Jaykit closer with her tail, smile returning to greet another one of her children. "I, queen of WillowClan, feel that this kit is ready to take on the responsibilities of apprenticeship. Jaypaw, your paws are now on the path of a warrior. Crowjaw will guide you on your journey toward becoming a Royal worthy of other's loyalties. May your apprentice days be full of joy and learning.”

She continued with her next daughter; "I, queen of WillowClan, feel that this kit is ready to take on the responsibilities of apprenticeship. Cinderpaw, your paws are now on the path of a warrior. Blizzardbite will guide you on your journey toward becoming a Royal worthy of other's loyalties. May your apprentice days be full of joy and learning.”

Willowstar watched the three kits turn into apprentices before turning to look down Oaktalon. "I am proud to announce that my heir is here before all of you; ready to take on the responsibilities of what it means to truly be Royalty." Green eyes never left those amber eyes, watching the micro-movements of her brother with a ferocity found in every predator. "Falconpaw," she said; turning to look the young gray tom in the eyes. "You have excelled above your siblings in almost every way. You have much to learn and only I can teach you." Her words were not only an announcement, but a warning to any who questioned her position as Queen. She was not an idiot. She could see the discontent on the faces of her warriors, the vigilant hatred that brewed beneath some of their faces.

She would remind them who their leader was.

But she would not give Falconpaw all the power in this new dynamic between them. "Of course," a pause as she flicked her tail calmly; "His more capable of siblings will learn beside him. All Royals should know how to lead.. just, in case." Willowstar left it at that before turning to Cinderpaw and Jaypaw. They all knew who she was referring to. Brookpaw had sealed her fate with being selected by StarClan and Nettlekit and Ratkit were far too weak in her eyes to lead anything; not that they could lead anything anywhere with those limbs and eyes.

Willowstar continued the ceremony by turning to Stormpaw next. "Stormpaw, Cinderfeather has told us how diligent you have worked towards becoming a skillful warrior. The Royal Family agrees you are ready and worthy of receiving your warrior name. I now name you Stormdapple, warrior of WillowClan. Welcome to adulthood, friend."

She finally returned to naming apprentices, pleased with seeing a new warrior to join her clan's ranks and even more eager to see new apprentices being trained. "I, queen of WillowClan, feel that this kit is ready to take on the responsibilities of apprenticeship. Frostpaw, your paws are now on the path of a warrior. Whitefeather will guide you on your journey toward becoming a loyal friend to the Royal Family. May your apprentice days be full of joy and learning.”

"I, queen of WillowClan, feel that this kit is ready to take on the responsibilities of apprenticeship. Grasspaw, your paws are now on the path of a warrior. Robinheart will guide you on your journey toward becoming a loyal friend to the Royal Family. May your apprentice days be full of joy and learning.”

"I, queen of WillowClan, feel that this kit is ready to take on the responsibilities of apprenticeship. Poppypaw, your paws are now on the path of a warrior. Rosebranch will guide you on your journey toward becoming a loyal friend to the Royal Family. May your apprentice days be full of joy and learning.”

Willowstar's gaze turned to Ratkit and she tried her best to keep a kind face. Her son was nothing but a waste, those blind eyes leaving a smudge on Willowstar's perfection. But she had ways of getting that stain out of her life. "Ratkit while you are almost as feeble as your sister, you still show a sense of spirit that I cannot deny exists. StarClan grants you the name Ratpaw, with the exception Ashcloud keeps an eye on you." She turned to her medicine cat brother with a large, fiendish smile before continuing, "Perhaps in the depths of the medicine cat den you can see enough to be of some use to someone. Whenever Ashcloud has no need of you, you are to train with the queens, they know more than anyone how difficult you- your blindness can be."

The beautiful tabby molly turned to Nettlekit, the last of her children. "Nettlekit you may train under a queen while I consider turning you into a full apprentice. StarClan shines on you today and grants you the name Nettlepaw; do not squander it." That was all she had to say about her twisted daughter. She'd spent little time even getting to know her weakest of kits and just seeing her there sitting beside her siblings was an embarrassment to Willowstar. She was a strong, capable she-cat who had turned StarClan's will into a clan of her own. She had power, more lives than any cat from all the clans and the beauty that was her was ruined by a single twisted leg. 'Not for long.'

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Rosebranch took her place next to her fellow warriors as the meeting was called. Ashcloud was choosing his heir. The she-cat listened with interest and flicked her ear as Brookpaw was his cat of choice. Seems very reasonable. She thought, nodding to herself.

Her attention was quickly caught when her name was called. M-me? Rosebranch was shocked that she was chosen to be Poppypaw's mentor. She quickly licked her chest before dipping her head to Willowstar. The beautiful calico she-cat found her new apprentice and smiled softly. "Greetings, Poppypaw. I'm Rosebranch, your mentor. I can't wait to work with you." She meowed, flicking her tail.

JUM!!

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Cinderfeather tagged: Posme | notes: | age: 37 moons Cinderfeather’s head was spinning. First, Ashcloud had announced his heir. Brookpaw. Then, the royal kits were apprenticed, well, most of them. Then, Willowstar announced that Falconpaw would be her heir, the same tom that had played happily with Frostpaw all those moons ago. Then, her first apprentice, Stormpaw became Stormdapple. She was quite happy for her apprentice, and she chanted her new name happily. Then, Frostkit became Frostpaw. The gray and white patched she cat was so proud to see her adopted son become an apprentice, especially with the royal kits. He would do great. Then... her name was called. Nettlekit. Cinderfeather was being asked to look after Nettlekit, now Nettlepaw. It took quite the effort for her fur to remain flat as she looked at Willowstar in awe. It looked like she was shocked that she had been given a royal kit as an apprentice, but that was not what she was thinking. Cinderfeather was angry. She had to take a very deep breath as she walked forwards to touch noses with Nettlepaw. “Hello, young one. I promise I’ll do the best I can to teach you,” she whispered as she watched Willowstar out of the corner of her eye. She was quite happy that being a mother had helped her to know how to suppress her anger. However, the second Willowstar took her attention off both Nettlepaw and Cinderfeather, Cinderfeather’s face hardened. “Nettlepaw, I should not be the one training you. While I understand why cats like Sweetpaw, Streampaw, and Ratpaw can’t be full apprentices, I cannot understand why you can’t,” she whispered, voice only audible to Nettlepaw. “You may have trouble walking, but that is no excuse for you to be treated as lesser. I swear to StarClan that I will train you the same way I did Stormdapple. I promise you that I will help make you one of the fiercest warriors WillowClan will ever know, and I will train your brother if he wants to train as well” she whispered before smiling softly, face softening as she leaned forwards and licked Nettlepaw’s forehead. “You will do absolutely amazing, I can just tell.”

rest your head close to my heart

never to part, baby of mine

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Frostpaw tagged: Zesty , Demonic | notes: | age: 6 moons Frostkit was in pure shock as he heard Willowstar apprentice Falconpaw. ‘He’s Willowstar’s kit?!’ He thought, eyes sparkling. He had no idea. His eyes grew even wider as Willowstar chose Falconpaw as her heir. ‘Falconpaw is gonna be Falconstar!’ He thought eagerly, shifting from paw to paw as he waited for the ceremony to be over with. He wanted to go talk to his best friend! He had to go tell Falconpaw how happy he was for him! Leader! His best friend was gonna be leader! Sure Willowstar had said that she would train Cinderpaw and Jaypaw to be leaders as well, but she had chosen Falconpaw! The snow Bengal tom was so excited that he barely heard his name called, and even then, he barely payed attention to his mentor. “Hi, Whitefeather!” He said as he touched noses with her. “I promise I’ll be the bestest apprentice ever!” He exclaimed. However, the second he pulled back, he turned around. “I gotta go congratulate Falconpaw!” He said before he ran off, blue eyes wide and sparkling with excitement as he ran over to his bestest friend in the whole wide world. He was beyond excited for the silver tabby tom. “Falconpaw!” Frostpaw cried as he ran over to his friend. “You never told me that Willowstar is your mom!” He said. “That’s so cool!” He exclaimed before his smile widened even more. “And you’re going to be leader! You’ll be the best leader ever!” He exclaimed, completely oblivious to the fact that Falconpaw might not want to talk to him now that he was going to be leader of WillowClan one day.

when you love someone but it goes to waste

what could it be worse?

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[JUM!!]

Jaypaw tag: Sloth Demonic | notes: Ashcloud was fascinating to say the least. Jaykit stared at him with wide eyes, taking in every detail about his complexion and tucking it away for any future reference. He looked groomed, like he’d spent a considerable amount of time making himself presentable but for what? Something important, something juicy. His heir. A smile made its way into her lips as she considered the possibilities, who could it be? Her eyes traveled to her siblings, immediately discarding her brother and herself, they weren’t exactly the healing kind. Her brother? Disqualified as well, her mother would never allow Ratkit to be anything but a pest, and Nettlekit was gone in that same sentence. That left her sisters up for grabs. “I bet you the freshest kill in the pile it’s Brookkit,” she whispered to her brother, Falconkit, and why? Well, no particular reason she just had to pick one. Oh, her smile widened, I was right. But her dearest mother didn’t allow Ashcloud to savor the moment, no; she was back to business as usual taking the entire spotlight again. Her eyes immediately zeroed in her favorite brother and she guessed Falconkit wasn’t just her favorite. She cooed congratulations to her sibling, her eyes meeting Willowstar’s in a heartbeat. Jaykit guessed it was her turn now. Her mother’s frown didn’t escape her perceptive eyes and she met it with a grin, a small playful smile that refused to leave her maw even as she got closer to the willow tree. Oh? Crowjaw? The suspicious individual? The one that reeked of fun and games? Her eyes were practically sparkling. She went to touch noses with him, her eyes trying to read him hungrily, to figure out what he was thinking. Alas, she came up empty but that only made this more fun. “I look forward to your teachings,” she mewed and settled down next to him, her eyes travelling back to her mother and the newly named Cinderpaw. She hoped something more would happen, if only because her mother couldn’t stand not being the center of attention. Jaypaw chuckled when she heard her mother make a second much more dramatic announcement, her heir. Her favorite. Falconpaw. Of course it’d be Falconpaw, who else? Certainly not her defect siblings or the newly appointed medicine cat apprentice. But the power wasn’t left entirely on her brother’s shoulder and she understood the indirect message that she’d be trained as well. Just in case. Her smile widened, this gave her plenty of fun ideas.

before it has begun

we've already won

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Poppypaw tag: @thorne Sloth | notes: Poppykit was wiggling casting uncertain glances to Ratkit from time to time. This was an important moment, she was going to be named an apprentice and her mother was practically glowing with pride. Which was good, she liked to make her mother proud. She didn’t even register the importance of the announcements being made, simply smiling because more apprentices meant more friends for her! More cats to have fun with in the future! What felt odd was how Ratkit wasn’t mentioned as an apprentice even when her name was called. She frowned; all his siblings got their names now, why was he being left out? She walked up to Rosebranch (her mentor!!!) and smiled widely. “Hey, Rosebranch! I promise to do my bestest best that I can do!!” she mewed excitedly and touched noses with the older calico cat. She turned her attention back to Willowstar when she heard Ratkit’s name being called. Oh, she was excited! They’d play at night and have fun! And Poppypaw could show him all the fun things one could do! And he’d teach her weird things she’d never thought about! Except he was going to be ‘looked after’ Ashcloud, Poppypaw frowned confused by the statement. Did that mean Ratpaw wasn’t staying in the apprentice den? Would he not train with her? She was willing to train at night too! But… her eyes widened in disbelief. Why not? She wanted to say to her ‘Queen’, she was ruining all of her fun plans! “Ratpaw?” she mewed and walked to where he was, a bit of anxiety making her limbs twitchy.

I see fire in your eyes

and I feel fire in my soul

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[trevni]

blizzardbite

@nyara

i wanna contribute to the chaos, i don't wanna watch and then complain

The first part of the ceremony went by in a blur for Blizzardbite – these days, he could hardly bring himself to care about any royal decrees. The sleek white tom’s piercing gaze settled upon Ashcloud with minimal interest, finding the medicine cat at least more bearable than their Queen. He didn’t know too much about Ashcloud, or which sibling’s side he was on, if any. But a medicine cat warranted at least some trust, and his ears twitched as Ashcloud revealed his choice for heir.

Brookkit? The tom realized how little he knew about all of Willowstar’s kits. It was hard to even attach the proper names to each one. If Starclan had chosen Brookkit themselves, however, there was nothing Blizzardbite could protest. He could only hope that the apples fell far from the tree in Willowstar’s case.

The announcement didn’t end there, however; his heart sank as he watched Willowstar take command as she replaced Ashcloud atop the Willow Tree. The rest of her kits were to be apprenticed as well – surely Willowstar would only choose the cats that worshipped the very ground she walked upon for the ‘honor’ of being their mentors.

The first two kits went to cats he knew little about. The third kit, Cinderkit, was a surprise, however, and he sat up a little taller as he heard his own name called. Most cats would have been excited or honored at the prospect of mentoring such a kit, but foreboding prickled uncomfortably at Blizzardbite’s pelt. Willowstar had surely heard him speak against her at the last meeting – the meeting that had exiled Pearstripe and finally pushed Oaktalon into action. What was she playing at, giving him such an apprentice?

Maybe she wants to keep an eye on me, he realized dully, anger beginning to simmer beneath his pelt at the thought. Willowstar made it clear with her next announcement that she was going to be active in Cinderpaw’s life, along with her chosen heir and their other ‘capable’ sibling. All it would take was one unseemly remark in Cinderpaw’s presence about Willowstar, one nonchalant display of disloyalty..

He would have to bite his tongue around the apprentice, that much was certain. As unsettled as he felt in Willowclan, the white tom had nowhere else to go.

Swallowing his anger and paranoia, he rose to his paws, making his way towards Cinderpaw as the ceremony reached its conclusion. Willowstar condemned her weakest kits to the medicine den and nursery, opting not to teach them true skills. It made his skin crawl, but he forced his fur to lie flat as he stopped in front of Cinderpaw, piercing gaze settling upon her.

”Hello, Cinderpaw,” he greeted, trying to adopt a friendly tone despite the unease that prickled at his paws. ”I’m Blizzardbite, and we’re going to start your training as soon as possible. Are you ready to leave now?” His paws shifted slightly, anxious to leave camp as the murmurs and gossip began. The atmosphere was suddenly suffocating, and he hoped that he’d be able to clear his head with a training session, if Cinderpaw wasn’t tired.

If not, he could always try to find Crowpaw. His first apprentice in Willowclan was an interesting one, but Blizzardbite didn’t feel the same paranoia with him that he did his royal apprentice. Crowpaw’s attitude towards Willowclan seemed to mirror his own in some regards, but he had no idea what Cinderpaw thought of her family or her Clan.

blizz is... unsettled, w hoops

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oaktalon

Sloth

well, i believe this world is burning to the ground

He sat rigidly, sharp green eyes narrowed upon the smug face of his sister. Ashcloud’s choice had been a sensible one, in his eyes, though he could tell from his sister’s demeanor that she loathed one of her brothers being in the spotlight, if only for a heartbeat. Oaktalon’s searching gaze shifted to his less-troubling sibling for a moment, narrowing in thought. He had never pegged Ashcloud for deceitful or dishonest – if he claimed that Starclan had helped him in his choice, Oaktalon would believe him, and leave it at that.

He would not allow the same luxury for his sister. As she took the stage, his fur rippled slightly, though he allowed no grimace or disdain to show upon his face. Her other kits were apprentice-aged as well, and he listened quietly to their mentors, betraying nothing. The choice of Blizzardbite for one of her kits was a surprising one, and a prickle of unease swept through the tom. Blizzardbite fully supported him, but his brashness and sharp tongue robbed him of what little tact he might have possessed. If any cat loyal to him would tip Willowstar off to his plans, Blizzardbite was a likely candidate, even if it was wholly unintentional.

Starclan pray he watches what he says – I don’t need Willowstar breathing down my neck even more than usual.

He straightened up abruptly at her next announcement, shock flaring in his gaze for a couple of heartbeats. The naming of an heir was an important step, and he wondered how she could do it so soon, without waiting to see how her kits dealt with their apprentice training. Her gaze found his, and he forced himself to hold it, offering a wry attempt at a smile. She seemed to know precisely how much her decision would rattle him, and held it over his head like the juiciest piece of prey.

Falconpaw. It was hardly a surprise, and he dipped his head to feign acceptance and respect of his sister’s decision. He would not challenge her here – though mention of an heir left him feeling more restless than ever. Who knew what sort of cat Falconpaw would become under the tutelage of his mother? Would he grow into an even worse cat than the current Queen?

It pained him to think of what Willowclan could become if Willowstar trained the next leader herself. In the same heartbeat, he was painfully aware of just how alone he was within the Clan. He had his supporters, of course, but he lacked kin he could rely on. He trusted Ashcloud, but not enough.

His sister had had two litters of her own already, and was well on her way to selecting the next line of leadership in Willowclan. Neither he nor Ashcloud had any kits – and Oaktalon struggled to think of a she-cat that he would trust enough – love enough, even – to make such a request.

He had never really stopped to look before, but he was suddenly feeling more anxious than ever. If things went on, he would lose what little control he had of the situation. Naming one of Willowstar’s kits as his heir felt… Well, it felt like the worst thing to do.

I don’t want to rush things, but… I’ll have to keep my eyes open. Add that to the list of problems I already have, I suppose…

oak is also unsettled

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[lawen]

H er paws moved under her swiftly, gathered together with her siblings as they assembled beneath the oak for the ceremony. Brookkit was preened to perfection, the small she-cats normally fluffy exterior pulled back smoothly. Although prepared, each step still felt like waltzing into uncharted territory. Brookkit could feel the stares of the clan accumulate on her shoulders; heavy. An uneasy feeling swirled in her stomach. She couldn't quite tell whether she should be excited or worried. 'Becoming an apprentice is more nerve wracking than expected, no?' Her thoughts slowly leaking onto her tongue. Shifting slightly to speak but nothing pushed past her lips. It was quiet now. Willowstar had greeted the clan and seamlessly beckon a name. Almost instantly a large tabby began to edge the border of her vision. Attention centered at the roots as Ashcloud began to speak. Each word clear and loud, unsure at first until he deemed the word of heir. She refrained from throwing a curious gaze to those beside her. She couldn't quite picture herself nor the others to fit this predicament. Clouded in thought, her eyes fell to the ground and words formed little but blur. "Brookkit, please come forward." shooting upright at the sound of her name, a puzzled look imprinted in her eyes if for a second. The earth under her paws suddenly becoming stiff and scratchy. Almost hesitant with her first step, the toms soft smile assured her. She moved towards the oak roots in a strong manner. ”Brookkit, Starclan has chosen you to be my heir and walk the path of a medicine cat.” With that, the tom lent down and touched his head to hers. ”Until you have completed your training you will be know by Starclan as Brookpaw.” 'Brookpaw?..'  Her new name yowled and echoed. Her eyes turn to meet the cats before her, a charming smile crept across her maw. In a few heartbeats, her mother's voice graced niceties from above. Her reaction a subtle nod of gratitude, Willowstar then heading straight to business with namings and declarations. Head still spinning from all the unfolding events, Brookpaw was was finding it difficult to focus on any singular sound. 367 words Tags: @ edda Notes: ###

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[m0ri0123]

Creekpaw sat down when Ashcloud began to speak, glancing curiously as to what he had to say. It was oddly comforting to see another face in the spotlight, if only for a few moments. " Brook-kit, huh," thought Creekpaw when he announced who his apprentice would be. He barley had any time to ponder whether he liked this or not when WillowStar seemed to push Ashcloud to the side. He narrowed his eyes in annoyance. " Couldn't let your own brother sit there for more than a minute? Typical," he thought to himself.


He eyed her kits as they stood in line, not too far away from each other. He bit his tongue to stop himself from speaking out or huffing in annoyance. There they were and all their glory. He listened halfheartedly as she promoted them to apprentice's and handed them over to their mentors, listening as she proudly presented her favorite child Falconpaw. Creekpaw had expected that. Something that he had noticed also was the fact that she seemed to be ranking her children and putting them up on a value scale to see which child she should care about the most. How is Falconpaw any better than his sisters or brothers? " If you want to teach him all you know that much, why didn't you just make you his mentor instead of Nightowl?" he thought to himself in annoyance.

His eyes went to Nettlepaw and Ratpaw, both whom had some sort of disability. He knew right away what she meant by more capable, and it disgusted him. Although he disliked a majority of Willowstar's kits, his heart lurched for those two. Being considered a disability and a disgrace by your own mother just because your different? That's an awful thing indeed.


His mind focused on keeping himself from venting so much that he nearly missed Stormpaw's promotion. His ears snapped back at Stormpaw as she was promoted to Stormdapple. " That's a nice name," he thought to himself with a small smile. He made a note to congratulate her after the ceremony.

His joy was short lived for a couple of seconds as Willowstar continued to talk. He grimaced as she spoke so lowly of Nettlepaw and Ratpaw, making it painfully obvious how much she actually cared about them. It pained him when he realized that she didn't even give either of them an official mentor like she did with the other apprentices who were blind or deaf. When the ceremony had ended, he left the spot next to his brother Pebblepaw to search for Stormdapple among the crowd.

Weaving his way towards her, he forced himself to shove all of his anger and frustrations to the side. It was hard but he at least owed Stormdapple a little congrats before venting out in the woods. Spotting her familiar pelt, he finally approached her. " You got your warrior name," he said with a smile. " I thought it would never happen," he said, obviously joking. " But seriously, all jokes aside, congratulations." He smiled up at her. An odd feeling had enveloped him for a moment but, not understanding what it was, he excused it as nerves from the ceremony.

[Demonic]

Falconpaw WillowClan || Male || Royal Family "Well, would you look at that..." Falconkit murmured in feigned surprise at his uncle's announcement. He wasn't annoyed at the fact that his sister had won their bet but annoyed that he had picked the wrong sibling. He had boiled it down to two options. Brookkit or Cinderkit. Seeing as Jaykit had dibbed Brookkit for this particular wager, Falconkit was forced to pick Cinderkit. No matter, he'll probably steal the freshest kill in the pile back from her later using another game of theirs.  His mother quickly took over Ashcloud's space on the Great Willow Tree. Not liking to be out of the spotlight for long.  Falconkit, now Falconpaw, was called up first. He left his sisters side and briskly walked out of the crowd with his head held high in faked confidence. He ignored his sister's congratulations, despite is threatening to put a smile on his face. With cold green eyes, he watched his mother announce his new name and mentor. Barely batting an eyelid at the news. With a curt nod, he turned once again to delve back into the sea of cats to find his new mentor. Quick and simple.  Nightowl was an intimidating warrior indeed. Pure black and stoic, he stood out from the pale patterned pelts of WillowClan. Falconpaw greeted him as best he could - social situations like these weren't exactly his forte - but he supposed he could pretend. "I look forward to working under your tutelage Nightowl."  Jaypaw was up next and the observant Falconpaw certainly didn't miss the hesitant look in his mother's eyes. Crowjaw. Ah yes, the supposed bodyguard who cared for us that one time. Interesting. Falconpaw flicked his tail in thought. The strange warrior had peeked his interest long ago and with Jaypaw by the warrior's side perhaps he could gain a little more information about him. He didn't congratulate Jaypaw the same way she did for him. The corners of his mouth simply twitched upward and he dipped his head slightly. It was subtle but that was how he did things around here. He'll properly congratulate her properly when they are somewhere private later. Cinderpaw was after Jaypaw. There wasn't much to say about his other sister. He tolerated her enough but the two of them were so different and yet strangely similar that they often butted heads. If she didn't notice then Falconpaw wouldn't care, but he also gave her an odd form of silent congratulation. Which was a flick of the ear and an uncaring nod.  He could never bring himself hate his siblings. Some of them were just more difficult to deal with than others. It was then as Falconpaw's gaze began to drift across the crowd towards Oaktalon, Willowstar recaptured his attention before he could spot anything interesting. "I am proud to announce that my heir is here before all of you; ready to take on the responsibilities of what it means to truly be Royalty." Willowstar wasn't looking at him. He wasn't looking at her either. "Falconpaw." For a split second, if one looked close enough they would have seen the flash of utter surprise on the young tom's face. He was shocked. Actually shocked. He hated it.  Falconpaw was a reserved and secretive tom, he had a tendency to be himself in smaller more private situations, but other than that he was simply cold. He enjoyed working in the shadows and even as a kit he would often listen in on the gossiping queens; to make notes, gather information and then respread it in exchange for more. He did not like being in the spotlight. Everyone watched you when you were in the spotlight. Everyone was watching him now. He stared up at his mother, impassive and thoughtful, his mind working a hundred miles a minute. His mouth was pulled in a taut line but his eyes clearly mirrored his emotions and number one thought, why? What are you planning? Of course, as Willowstar went on, Falconpaw softened. If his sisters were to be learning the same as him, then he had time to convince his mother against her decision. He had always avoided the queen, speaking to her only when it benefitted him. It would appear he'd be seeing more of his dear mother. How. Fun. At least he'll be able to get something out of this. The ceremony continued with Falconpaw completely numb to the world. He was but an empty shell that sat beside his mentor with a stiff straight back and stoic expression. Inside Falconpaw was planning, putting ideas and theories in place for possible outcomes in the future. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't enjoying it. He silently seethed under his pelt as his mother condemned his 'defective' siblings to a queen rather than a warrior and banished the other to the Medicine Den. Falconpaw could never bring himself to hate his siblings. He could, however, bring himself to hate his mother and Queen. With that, this damned ceremony was over and Falconpaw was eager to leave. He'd meet with Jaypaw in the apprentice den, later. They needed to talk and decide who would really get that piece of kill. He wasn't going to give it up so easily. Right now, however, Falconpaw simply wanted to take his mind off of things. "If you don't mind me asking, I'd like to start training as soon as possible Nightowl." It was a polite push to leave but a push none the less.  While the pair began to set off, Falconpaw was lost in thought, only to be dragged out of it by a familiar voice. “You never told me that Willowstar is your mom!” "That information wasn't necessary for you to kno-" “That’s so cool!” The silver tabby huffed in feigned annoyance. Holding back from smirking; it was almost comical how Frostpaw was more excited for him that he was. His childhood friend continued sprouting lies that Falconpaw failed to believe. As if he would be the next leader. A good one at that. Surely this was simply a publicity stunt. Willowstar wanted to get at someone and it was no doubt her other brother. Surely, she will later change her mind for one of his sisters when things get dull and she wants to make another splash amongst her Clanmates. "Frostpaw I need to go." The new apprentice stated bluntly as eyes began to settle on the pair. Shouldering past Frostpaw, too gently for the act to even be believable, he continued on his way. However, not before looking over his shoulder and whispering, "Meet me later. We can talk then." With that Falconpaw followed Nightowl out of camp. Tag: @silverfire12 Sloth JUM!! @egotistic Words: 1114 (SO MUCH I AM SO SORRY) Notes: If you want me to change/edit anything Ego don't be afraid to ask. I hope this isn't godmoding or anything I just really wanted Falconpaw out of camp for this next bit. Anyway! Skeptical Falconpaw as always is skeptical!

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Toadmoon was, as usual making his way slowly around camp before going out on his walk/hunt. He noticed the royals, so he decided to stay longer. Soon enough the meeting was announced and the warrior walked closer to the willow. With pride he watched the young cats become apprentices and the one apprentice become a warrior. The younger generation was going to be a good one.

The last two kits. The tom felt the slight mood change of their Queen. I guess it's fair. Only the most beutiful may be respected. He himself wasn't too popular within the clan. The bicolor tom was black and white, his parents were past rogues that quickly died, leaving the tom a nobody apprentice that had to gain everything himself. He shot a worried glance towards Ratpaw and Nettlepaw and left camp to go on his hunt.

[Posme]

NETTLEPAW apprentice of willowclan

TAGS: @silverfire12 (Cinderfeather)

Nettlekit attempted to smooth down a tuft of fur on her chest that was sticking up with a single paw, trying to make it lay down flat while Ashcloud spoke out to the clan. Everything was sickly quiet as he spoke, and the dark grey kitten looked up every moment or so to look at him, before returning her focus to the tuft of fur she just couldn't seem to straighten out.

She looked up when Willowstar started speaking, and she instinctively sat up straighter as her brothers and sisters were apprenticed. Her tail flicked behind her with excitement as she waited for her name to be announced. Looking out at the crowd, she tried to spot a cat she thought would be a good mentor. The thought of getting a mentor made her even more fanatic and made her body tense even more when more names were called.

Nettlekit wasn't surprised Falconkit, now Falconpaw, was Willowstar's heir. There were parts of her family that most certainly weren't going to get the role, most obviously her, with that leg of hers. She wasn't going to be queen anytime soon, but she could at least become a proud warrior of WillowClan with the help of her future mentor.

However, at the announcement of Ratpaw's apprenticeship, she became unsettled. It was hardly an apprenticeship, he wasn't even going to be trained by warriors! But she wasn't like him. He couldn't see a thing in the brightest part of the day, something that was a most undesirable trait in a warrior. What are you to do when at the only time you can see prey is at the time where most of them are sleeping in their little hollows and dens? But she was better than him. She could walk and, most importantly, she could see.

Thinking up things to make her more confident in her abilities, she waited for her name to be called. Sure enough, it was, but her name was included in a curt sentence that implied she wasn't even a real apprentice.

She touched noses with Cinderfeather, a queen, and listened to the molly's following words with a disappointed face, looking up at her with rebellious eyes. Despite the encouraging words that did make her feel better to a degree, she couldn't help but to still feel pissed at the fact she wasn't even a proper apprentice. Nettlepaw certainly couldn't get proper training from a queen, and she needed proper training to be a proper apprentice.

When the queen stopped talking, Nettlepaw was silent for a moment, before she looked at the queen and said the first thing that came to her mind softly, looking up at her with wide eyes

"You're not even a real warrior." It was said in an innocent fashion, but then she added on, trying to mimic the soft tone the queen had used when first addressing her.

"I guess you have to be good at some training, though. I'd be willing to try." 

NOTES ; mmm nettlepaw be pissed.

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The ceremony was long awaited, and of course Cinderkit was ready. Her dark tabby pelt was groomed to perfection despite its fluffiness, and she sat tall and confident alongside her siblings. She’d been keeping an eye out for warriors that worshipped her mother more, that might be granted one of the royal siblings as an apprentice, however it was easier said than done. Cats were careful, they knew Willowstar had eyes and ears everywhere. It was certainly an interesting prospect the young molly. ’Some day, I’ll have eyes and ears all over the clan, too.’ The thought of being revered like her mother thrilled her, and so she felt no nervousness toward becoming an apprentice. It was a step toward proving herself to ‘mother dearest,’ and she would take it. The unsettlement and glances her mother earned had made Cinderkit know well she didn’t want to be too much like her mother, and in all honesty she’d grown to lose interest in the molly, however she still aimed to follow in her pawsteps.

Well...to a degree. She’d be damned if she ever found herself hated by her own clanmates. Fear was great, but loyalty was even better.

However, before their ceremonies, their mother’s attention turned to another. Their uncle. Ashcloud seemed slightly unsure, perhaps, as he approached the Willow, however he readily made his announcement. An heir. He was taking on an heir. Already, Cinderkit knew where his options likely lay. Brook-kit, or herself. It just made sense. Brook-kit was the meek and fragile one who, while she had some spirit, much preferred safety. And Cinderkit? Well, out of curiosity she’d allowed herself to aid Ashcloud once to figure out if one of her possible future paths might interest her. It didn’t.

’Better not pick me. Brook-kit would make more sense, anyways.’

And it was as though he - or even Starclan - had heard her. And before the impassive faces of her siblings, as Cinderkit refused to portray any emotion, her sister was named Brookpaw. Ashcloud’s heir. It was like a wave of relief had hit Cinderkit, washing over her, and even as she didn’t react, she allowed herself a congratulatory nod toward her sister, even if they never truly got along. Not that Cinderkit didn’t care for her siblings, she cared for them all, even the weaker ones. She wasn’t like their mother, not at all. However, what she masked as pride and congratulations was actually well-hidden relief.

’Good.’

Almost instantly, Willowstar was before them, quick to return to the spotlight, and Cinderkit watched on passively as her mother spoke. Falconkit was called forth first, given to some warrior, and next was Jaykit, given to Crowjaw with some...hesitation? ’Certainly is an...interesting choice. He seemed dodgy to me’ she noted, though all she did was offer both her siblings a slight congratulatory nod of mild interest.

Next was her. As her own name was called, Cinderkit sat tall before her clan and ignored any stares as she was named, alongside another. A white-furred warrior stepped forward, and Cinderpaw flicked her ears with interest as she caught a few indecipherable whispers. ’Interesting...’ With a nod of acceptance to her mother, Cinderpaw turned and approached her new mentor.

The ceremony went on, and Cinderpaw noticed with mild annoyance that Ratkit and Nettlekit were skipped without pause. Falconpaw was named heir, something that didn’t shock Cinderpaw in the least. She’d always known he was mother’s favourite, though she couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed. However, he mother quickly followed this up with that fact that Jaypaw and herself would be trained alongside him nonetheless.

’She just wants the attention, the spotlight. Can’t have an heir announcement without her own, can she? He doesn’t even want the job anyway’ she decided. Not that Falconpaw would have a choice in the matter anyway, unless of course he wanted to speak up against their mother. Though perhaps in future, she might not put it too far past him. Still, she silently congratulated her brother once more anyway, none of her irritation showing through. This was their first day as apprentices, and Cinderpaw wasn’t being left in the dust. She had time.

The newly named Ratpaw and Nettlepaw being cast to the medicine den and nursery respectively to be ‘looked after,’ sent a twinge of resentment through Cinderpaw toward her mother. She felt the queen fall another little run from the pedestal she once occupied in Cinderpaw’s mind. Sure, it was quite a tall ladder to the pedestal, but once one began to fall from their perch, the climb began became increasingly difficult. However, Willowstar still held her daughter’s loyalty well.

Before she could even glance toward her disgraced siblings, a voice reached her ears, and Cinderpaw drew her attention toward Blizzardbite. Her mentor. He certainly looked capable, and in silence she surveyed him with a mild approval, dipping her head in acknowledgement and acceptance of his status as her teacher. The whispering were a curious thing, and the fact she could not hear them was admittedly a mild frustration. She couldn’t help but be curious of this snow-furred warrior’s reputation. ’I’ll have to do some research’ she decides as she pricks her ears to listen instead to the tom before her.

“Hello, Cinderpaw,” The tom’s mildly friendly tone was of no interest to her. She didn’t care if he was faking it, or if it was genuine and he simply wasn’t particularly sociable. She couldn’t care less if she was his first apprentice, or his fifth. It made no difference to her, because she was different. She was more important, and she knew it. And s, while she kept her arrogance at bay and acted mildly friendly in return, she mostly remained passive and attentive. “I’m Blizzardbite, and we’re going to start your training as soon as possible. Are you ready to leave now?”

Oh, how those murmurs and gossip made him nervous. A certain line caught the young molly’s attention nearby, but as soon as she glanced at the pair of warriors, they noticed her looking and quieted. Like if she heard, she’d tell her new mentor. Did they fear him? At least that would mean she’d have a strong mentor, but he didn’t seem scary to her. In fact, he stood there looking awfully out of place as he shuffled his paws nervously. She wanted to smirk, wanted to laugh, but she didn’t. She didn’t bat an eye, pretended not to notice. She simply flashed him a practiced smile, not too wide or childish, but friendly and accepting. At least her mother had inadvertently taught her some good tactics.

“Of course, I’m certainly looking forward to training as your apprentice.” Her tone comes clear and even, and she surveys him once more, along with the rest of the clan, before glancing back and waiting for him to take the lead. Perhaps this mentor of her’s could be interesting. Maybe she could pry out what it was he was so nervous about, why everyone was whispering about him.

The thought of secrets thrilled her as well.

trevni and the rest of WIllowclan (Ooh, this could be interesting XD - such a long Cinder post, sorrynotsorry-)

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Ashcloud watched his new apprentice as she seemed to take this all in. He looked out on the crowd and was expecting some excitement but it seemed that the clan was split, he had done nothing wrong and this choice was the right one. Brookpaw was here because it was Starclan’s will and he would take that and prove to the clan that this was the correct choice. He knew that his sister was just boiling to get her spotlight back and well Ashcloud was ready for her to take it. He placed his tail on the apprentices shoulders and whispered ”Lets go sit over here for the rest of the ceremony.” He moved away from the rest of Brookpaw’s siblings and moved closer to his brother. It was a long time since Ashcloud had sat next to his brother Oaktalon during a ceremony. Looking out on the rest of Willowstar’s kits as they sat together it reminded the medicine cat of when he would sit next to Willowstar and Oaktalon.

Ashcloud watched his brother as the announcements went on. He knew Willowstar wouldn’t be over shadowed with him announcing his heir she would pick one as well. Though he knew that she would regret her choice eventually. She was picking one way too fast, he had to pick sooner because the path of a medicine cat was a long one. All medicine cat’s are picked at apprentice age with some rare considerations. He just narrowed his eyes, Falconpaw was her choice but would also teach her other kits. You didn’t really pick one then Willowstar, your just hiding the fact you don’t know who you want yet.’ It was probably all to get under Oaktalon’s fur and Ashcloud watched his brother’s face knowing that it worked. He needed to chat with him more. It was like the more and more Oaktalon pulled away from Willowstar the more and more he pulled away from Ashcloud as well.

The clan is breaking, my siblings are breaking.

He wished he could leave consult with Starclan about his troubles, but he could only wait for them to give him a sign. He closed his eyes and lowered his head in sadness of what they have become, ”Starclan, if you can hear me I need your strength, and your help this clan cannot fall apart, something has to happen. Tell me how to fix it.’

He was finished with his prayer when Willowstar got down to her last two kits. He knew she was going to toss them aside, he was surprised she didn’t take them out to the lake herself and kill them after she discovered their disabilities. Willowstar wanted perfection, and this was just a sign for the clan that even Willowstar wasn’t perfect though she tried to think convince herself she was. Ratkit had a unique disability with his blindness, in the light he couldn’t see but in the dark well the young tom could make out something. Thats when Ashcloud found out he was in charge of Ratpaw. The medicine cat’s eyes snapped open his head shot up and he just looked at Willowstar. She was getting back at him for taking the moment away from her and from his request to announce Brookpaw. He just looked at her and winked as she gave him the fake smile.

Ill get you next time sister. You need me yet don’t forget that.’

Thats when the ceremony was over and Ashcloud just looked at Brookpaw, ”Why don’t you go congratulate your siblings. Im sure they want to congratulate you as well! Once your done why don’t you and Ratpaw meet me at my den and we will all go out and collect some moss for Ratpaw’s nest. I already made one for you but theres enough room for him as well.” He smiled before getting up and moving towards Oaktalon.

Leaning up to his brothers ear, ”You were to easy to read brother. Willowstar is just trying to get under your skin don’t let her do that. If you want to win you have to play the game with her and use it against her.” Then he just pulled away and said in a quiet voice ”Feel free to visit my den anytime. Im always there to listen.” Then he moved away from Oaktalon and weaved his way through the crowd heading back to his den.

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Frostwhisper

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it is a sea of leaves -- a deep, bottomless, sea of leaves.
you can get lost in there, you know.
lost like an abandoned child in a city of strangers

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Ice green eyes blinked as Ashcloud called the cats of Willowclan to a clan meeting. Normally it was Willowstar who did that, which could only mean one thing. Ashcloud has decided on his heir. Frostwhisper padded over, undoubtfully curious and took a seat, letting her eyes focus on their medicine cat. She nodded as he announced Brookpaw as his apprentice, though she didn't know her personally, the gossip about the royal family made it hard to not know anything about her. She nodded her head, the molly agreed with his choice, knowing that Brookpaw will probably make a fantastic Medicine cat one day, especially under Ashcloud's guidance.

As Ashcloud stepped away, Willowstar took the spotlight once more, how typical of her.

Ah...it must be ceremonies, she figured, thinking to herself. Maybe she would get an apprentice? Frostwhisper always loved the younger cats of the clan, kits especially, and she knew what a big deal it was to become an apprentice or a warrior.

Her ears perked even more when Willowstar spoke of her heir and Frostwhisper flinched in alarm. She's choosing an heir? Already? It seems much too early, and it might be that Willowstar was doing this intentionally to bring attention back to herself, especially since her brother just announced his heir. The molly thought this over as she continued to listen rather attentively.

The shecat jolted back to reality as a tail tip touched her shoulder, and Frostwhisper looked up to meet the familiar pale green eyes that belonged to Mistyshine, her former mentor. Mistyshine looked unsettled, she could especially tell when she sat down beside her but her gaze was alert.

Neither cats said anything to each other.

Frostwhisper brought her attention back to the ceremonies, but her eyes narrowed when the last of the royal family was announced. Nettlepaw and Ratpaw, both tossed aside just like that. She felt rage prick at her beneath her skin. Willowstar was their mother, yet she still tossed her own kits away to the nursery and the medicine cat den as if they were  a burden. Frostwhisper wanted to speak up, wanted to disagree and ask that Willowclan give them a chance, but she kept quiet. The last time someone did that, they got exiled, she thought back to Pearstripe.

Ashcloud looked surprised, there was no doubt that Willowstar didn't even bother telling him about her decision. She glanced away, letting her gaze settle on Oaktalon instead, the deputy looked unsettled as well, she wasn't the only one.

What was Willowstar's intention?

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and lost like when you drive and drive and drive
aimlessly, mad, senseless,
when your only intent is to get lost and be lost.

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Mistyshine

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Just close your eyes
The sun is going down
You'll be alright

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Mistyshine felt her breath hitch as Willowstar mentioned an heir. It was too soon, there was no way that she was announcing this unless she had some other motive, but even the diversion of attention seemed to not be the only reason anymore. The shecat shifted her weight from paw to paw, her gaze uncertain despite the indifference on her face. She let her green eyes drift away, landing on Oaktalon and Blizzardbite, one of her fellow Oaktalon supporters. Both seemed as unsettled as she was, especially Blizzardbite, who was assigned to mentor Cinderpaw.

Green eyes blinked as Willowstar finished the rest of the ceremonies, and Mistyshine failed to pay attention to the rest of it, the thoughts in her mind swirling too fast for even her own comprehension.

Things seemed very odd now, especially since Blizzardbite spoke so outwardly against her when she ordered everyone to chase off any intruders seeking water. Something wasn't adding up, did Willowstar assign her daughter  to Blizzardbite in order to keep an eye on him?

She shivered at the thought, her gaze moving back to Oaktalon, he seemed worried, anxious even. Her ear twitched as she watched Ashcloud approach him, whisper something into his ear before retreating to his den. What did he say? Did Ashcloud know of Oaktalon gathering his supporters in a rebellion?

The molly watched as their Medicine Cat walk away before standing up herself, she nodded a silent good bye to Frostwhisper before padding up to their deputy, brushing his shoulder with her tail. "Are you okay?" She asked softly, taking a seat beside her friend from back when they were kits. Whatever that was on his mind, she wanted him to know that he wasn't alone.

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No one can hurt you now
Come morning light
You and I'll be safe and sound

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OOC Notes:*tosses in unsettled Mistyshine*
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[feather]

Ivystorm couldn't help but glare at Willowstar as she essentially dishoned two of her own kits because of disabilities that neither could help, but the grey tabby wouldn't voice her thoughts out loud at the moment. Looking over at her own blind daughter Emberkit made her nervous, surely when it was her time to become an apprentice she wouldn't be cast aside. That would definitely cause her to speak her mind queen or not.

Mosspaw had a feeling the apprentice den was going to be crowded now, but as long as none of the new apprentices tried to steal his spot it would be fine.

(Been a long time since I've posted got to get back into the swing of it.)