FireClan Ceremony (Sept 12/18)

[Captain]

Please DO NOT reply until Cinderstar Mal has. 

Blizzardkit > Blizzardpaw (Robin ) -mentored by Yarrowfrost (owl )
Hawk-kit > Hawkpaw (Orange Peel ) -mentored by Oakflame (@cacti )
Stormkit > Stormpaw (Captain) -mentored by Sunflame (Mal)
Hickorykit > Hickorypaw (Captain) -mentored by Cherryfang (@breezy )
Dapplekit > Dapplepaw (mom ) -mentored by Sunheart (@sea241 )
Cinderpkit > Cinderpaw (Zesty ) -mentored by Crowheart (Captain)

Mousepaw (Robin) --> Mousewhisper
Foxpaw (Fen ) --> Foxtooth

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 us know and we will make adjustments as needed!

Sloth  for Aspenstar, Demonic for Coconut

Froststar * The Queen * To Rule

As Froststar took to the temporary leader post, she watched as eager, interested cats gathered around. Where she stood was inferior to the lookout rock at home, but she would make due for her clan. Today she was finally fulfilling a duty she had long since avoided. It seemed below her to be giving attention to others, yet the mutters and whispers as cat’s gathered to see what their leader had to say made it worth it. Everycat was on edge; the clan borders were pressed up too tightly against one another and small coughs made everyone fear the worse. Perusual, Froststar was fine. She thrived through the chill of frost upon her whiskers, and the thrill that everything was so close to breaking kept her alive.

Lately something crawled in her stomach; she was hungry, and it wasn't the lack of prey. For Froststar always got her fill. No, she wanted attention so badly that she'd descend to the level of announcer to get it. Her drama from Breezepaw’s appointment was slowly starting to die down. Cats no longer whispered about how a crippled cat was chosen to be leader. There was something else that had everyone’s attention. Tensions were rising between Cinderstar and Aspenstar. Froststar loved it for what it was, but she was growing annoyed. For the first time in her life, she was on the sidelines. FireClan was falling apart, but somehow she wasn’t a side to take. It irked her beyond end. Froststar should have been in that. She should have been the one to stand up for the weak and fight against FireClan’s ideals. This belonged to her.

Yet here she was, wasting time by holding a ceremony. It would brighten up the clan. New warriors to fight and new apprentices to believe in. But as she called out similar words in a sing song tone, her mouth felt dry and course. “All of FireClan gather round, I have something to warm those chilled hearts of yours. We have some cats to name today!”

The snowy leader let her words settle on attentive ears and smirked as even more cat’s crowded around her. Even if today's events would be focused on the apprentices and kits, she could be the life of the party. These cats would be honored to have her name them, and she was going to make sure they knew it.

“To start!” She shouted to make sure everyone was quiet and paying complete attention. “There are some kits ready to become apprentices….” Pause for effect.

“Blizzardkit, you already look like a strong FireClanner and I’m sure your bravery will let you grow into a great warrior someday. I’ll have Yarrowfrost help you with that.” Froststar smiled as she intentionally claimed all the credit for choosing mentors. Yarrowfrost seemed like a perfect cat by Froststar’s standards and she made a note to get to know the pretty she-cat at a later date.

“Hawk-kit, dear. You may be quiet, but your smarts will someday aid FireClan more than you know. I name Oakflame as your mentor.” As she made each announcement, Froststar decided to spice it up. She let words flow freely with little concern for rituals or proper sayings. FireClan had a way to do things, but she wanted to make this a special occasion. Froststar was going to make these new (and impressionable) apprentices feel like her words were hand picked for them alone.

“Stormkit, your dedication and energy are great. I hope to see how Sunflame can help you grow.”

“Hickorykit, you have already shown bravery and loyalty. May you grow even more in your path to warrior hood. Cherryfang will be your mentor.”

“Dapplekit, I hope to see you put your energy and eagerness to good use. I’ll have, Sunheart be your mentor.”

“Cinderkit, you are curious and loyal. I hope to see you use your talents under the guidance of Crowheart.” She said and watched said she-cat bristle with anger. Crowheart was an interesting cat. She followed Cinderstar around like a pup, and an apprentice would be a good distraction for her.

“May Starclan guide all of your paws as you new apprentices find your place in FireClan.” Froststar threw in the ritualistic line for good measure and smiled innocently.

“Mousepaw, Lionstorm has informed us that you’re ready to become a warrior. I call upon StarClan to shine upon you and name you a full warrior of FireClan. From now on, you will be known as Mousewhisper in honor of your unbreakable loyalty and hope.”

“Foxpaw, Applestep has informed us that you’re also ready to become a warrior. I call upon StarClan to shine upon you and name you a full warrior of FireClan. From now on, you will be known as Foxtooth for your bravery and fighting skill.”

Perhaps naming Mousewhisper and Foxtooth normally would be considered a defeat. But she was growing impatient. There was one thing everyone wanted to know, and that was something Froststar had the pleasure of saying. Coconut, the kittypet had daringly entered FireClan. Most would see it as a foolish thing, but Froststar knew there was something to that pretty face. Something that could worm her way into hearts and feast. So with the moment finally upon her, Froststar took a deep breath. She had been craving this.

“And lastly, I'm sure you all have been wondering what would happen with our new friend Coconut-" Froststar froze. Which was weird since she never froze. Cats froze in response to her: their minds broken by the impossible beauty the leader had. It was unlike her to cut off so abruptly, but she couldn't focus on anything else. Her eyes drank the sight of a grey cat stepping forward, and a fire lit in her cold and empty chest. She smiled, “Cinderstar? Whatever is the matter?”

Her fellow leader’s body was tight with muscles that FireClanners admired. She was buff and rough and stepped through the crowd with a goal in mind. Even now, her followers were getting ready to pounce. They watched as their goddess stepped into the ring. Giggling, Froststar considered what would happen next. Cinderstar wanted to dance, and Froststar was ready to tango.

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Tags: Above^
Art Credit: Demonic
Notes: When even taking Froststar’s spotlight is her winning
Words: 1038 whoops

[Mal]

Cinderstar

Fireclan || Female || Strong Leader || Leaf-bare

Cinderstar lurked in the back of camp, glaring at the eyesore addressing the clan. Froststar always managed to do regular tasks in the most annoying way. Just... the way she talk and posed always managed to crawl under the grey molly's skin.  'I’ll have Yarrowfrost help you with that' the white leader's melodic voice carried to Cinderstar's ears. They instantly laid flat against he head. 

Tch! She says it as if I wasn't the one to suggest Yarrowfrost for Blizzardpaw! Grr, she always makes everything about her- why did I expect a clan ceremony to be any different? And there she goes, burning tradition to the ground. This is exactly why I didn't want her doing them... I told Aspenstar this would happen. Grr! Why don't you drop dead? Self-centered little...

"Oh, Froststar..." Cinderstar growled, voice much raspier than normal. The Strong Leader supressed a sniff as she rose from her spot, of course nearest to Fogstone. She snaked through the crowd, shouldering her way roughly against those who were foolish enough not to get in her way. Her anger filled eyes never once left Froststar's challenging ones.

Clinging to attention like a newborn to a teat- you're a mini Willowstar... sad enough not to have your own clan but stupid enough to assume you can take over this one.

"This was not what we agreed." It was rare enough that they agreed on anything. Cinderstar should have known that Froststar's agreement only mean she had some stunt planned. After all, the split second that frosty egotist wasn't in the spotlight, positive or negative, she acted out in such ways. 

Standing in front of her rival, the Strong Leader stared into the Emotional Leader's face, the heat bouncing off the two as the tension between them coiled. And even still, Froststar had that enraging smirk on her face.

Nothing was good in Fireclan, nothing. Not within it or out. There had been tension with Ravenclan since the dawn of time, the drought, Willowclan refusing to share the lake, and now this dastardly snow that drove away prey and made stirred too much sickness and not enough herbs. Those thieves, Ravenclan, constantly ignored their borders, stealing prey and much more, she was sure. Considering that cats had gone missing, she'd suspect lives as well. What are you to suspect from a bunch of assassins? Gifts of medicine and prey? Pah! The victory over the lake was something, at least. The closeness between all three clans, with Fireclan and Ravenclan disturbingly closer, heightened the tension between the rival clans. It didn't help the mood that tensions existed within Fireclan as well.

Cinderstar did not look over at Coconut once, something that she was convinced would sting the tortie siamese. Either she would avoid Cinderstar or instantly run towards her the moment the ceremony was done to express her concern. How annoying; how exhausting. Too much had happened lately to feel anything towards the other molly... suspicion had grown that she was a sympathizer... and she was starting to play with fire she wasn't sure how to handle. It pained her to admit it to herself, but Coconut and herself had fostered an understanding the Strong Leader would have never expecting (or accepted) to form with an outsider. She was stuck in a tough spot... but she was leader and would call the shots. Not one else. Not Fogstone, not the rest of her loyal warriors. 

"You have no right to speak about her." She snapped at Froststar. Even after all this time, Cinderstar still refused to say Coconut's kitty-pet name. The sound tasted foul on her tongue. "You haven't been present for her trials. You have hardly done a damn thing but sit up on your throne and act like you're the only leader. Let's be honest, sweetheart, you wouldn't last a breath as a single leader... so stop pretending. Time to get down, dear. Come on, get going. Shoo. Off."

It was both childish and condescending at the same time. The way the tiny molly began to wave her paw at Froststar, the top of her paws coming dangerously close to her rival's maw, was meant to be nothing less than insulting. 

[Words: 701]
[Tags: Captain Sloth Demonic  [trevni @edda tagged for follower back-up, perhaps]
[Notes: xx]

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Sunflame

Fireclan || Female || Warrior || Leaf-bare

Sunflame sat, attentive, as Froststar began the ceremony. The orange molly had to admit, she'd never heard one conducted in such a way. There was no sense of tradition right from the get-go. Froststar rarely, if ever, used the words passed down from leader to leader. This irked Sunflame with a deep, passionate burn. Why can't she be respectful? What did Heatherstar see in her? What did she see that I do not? There had to be something; Sunflame just needed to have faith in her leaders.

As kits were named apprentices and given mentors, Sunflame was surprised to find she was chosen to take on a second apprentice. She turned her head, looking for this Stormpaw she would be guiding to warriorhood. Once seeing him, she offered a reaffirming nod to quell any uneasiness.

Sunflame made her way over to him and touched her nose to his, sealing their bond as mentor and apprentice. "I will be training you alongside Blazepaw, a much older apprentice. With the two of us you will be trained up in no time."

It was a promise she would fulfill without question.

[Words: 188]
[Tags: Captain]
[Notes: xx]

[Aria]

W aspwing was one of the first on scene hearing Froststar call for a clan meeting. Something felt a bad taste in his mouth and looked at the clearing. He thought to all those moons ago when Cinderstar had a punishment like a kit and how laughable it will be to so upset again. He had no hard feelings toward her after her mother died but it didn't their still tension. He sat in front of the crowd listening until the grey molly appeared and started up again. Just his luck that he be hear to stop it hopefully. He couched aloud enough to her attention and even if didn't want to he spoke anyway, "Cinderstar when all due respect if you want to do this ceremony, then why did you not do it in the first place. I will say it odd for Frostar to do this ceremony when it mostly Aspenstar. But any leader has that right to ceremonies including  Frostar." He glared as Ashflight but return to a calm expression. "Ashflight, I was speaking to Cinderstar, not you. So please stay out of this. Expected better from a young warrior." WORDS Mal , Because why not

credit to nat of adoxography.

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A shflight appearing from the fray of cats mostly immediately Cinderstar began ticking for her followers to come. She hated how Froststar was nothing more than to cause drama to other and pain. This was something that caused rifts within the clan. Like hell, I will be overshadowed by some dam grey tom regardless if he father Cinderstar's kits. I am a family more important than his flank. She took to Cinderstar's side-her right side. "Yeah, Froststar had been nothing but a lazy leader who only likes to cause drama.You just love don't?" She smirked as pure white with eyes narrowed in disgust." I would give you talk back but that for Cinderstar to do." 104 Captain ,

credit to nat of adoxography.

[Orange Peel]

Hawkkit had made sure that he was ready for this occasion, and he had carefully groomed all of his fur, from ears to tail tip. The young cat felt his fur tingle as Froststar called his name. Hawkpaw! An apprentice at last. Hawkpaw looked around, searching for Oakflame, his new mentor. He couldn't pick out the cat from the thick, muddled crowd of pelts, so he turned back to the leaders and waited quietly until the ceremony was over. He tried to sit still, but the new apprentice couldn't help himself from fidgeting slightly. He didn't like it when the leaders argued. FireClan was the strongest Clan, but it didn't seem like these leaders were acting that way.

[mom]

Dapplekit had been sitting around camp again, refusing to hide away in the nursery. It was impressive that the young tom had yet to catch a cold with how he refused to stay in the nursery with the queens, and warm cats to surround and embrace. Dapplekit stood strong, despite the surge of green cough that had decided to impose on the clan.

The giant kit had taken a spot to the side of the camp, over by where the apprentices and warriors den held strong, but not completely on top of them. Cats were busy and buzzing about energetically, but soon their attention averted to a white she-cat, who jumped up to her post with an announcement to call for her clan. Dapplekit opened his eyes and sat up to join the huddle of cats who all surrounded by the leader to hear what she had to say before she even called the words to start the announcement.

Dapplekit might've been too young to sit at a ceremony, but he knew this one was going to be a very special occasion.

Oh, boy. It was about time too.

Dapplekit sat between two cats and looked up at the pretty white she-cat expectantly while she patiently addressed her clan. “All of FireClan gather round, I have something to warm those chilled hearts of yours. We have some cats to name today!” The words rang in his head and Dapplekit's heart surged with joy. Finally! He thought to himself, puffing out his chest and giving it a swift lick. He already knew he was going to be apprenticed today, from the moment he saw the Emotional Leader hop onto the rocks to call her ceremony to order.

Now it was here.

“To start!” Froststar called, silencing the flood of warriors with her powerful words. “There are some kits ready to become apprentices….” Dapplekit could feel his heart twinge expectantly at her every word, and he hung out to every one like a newborn to its mother. How amazing it was! Finally, he could start spending his time outside of the camp, training with a warrior. He glanced around. Who would be lucky enough to get him as their apprentice?

The first kit to be called was Blizzardkit. Of all the cats who could have been called, of course it'd be that annoying brat of a she-cat. Dapplekit searched the large crowd for the familiar marked white pelt of the pretty cat who would be approaching the ledge expectantly, and named soon after. I should've been the first kit called, but it's fine. Dapplekit growled to himself, annoyed that the silly Blizzardkit would be apprenticed before him.

“Blizzardkit, you already look like a strong FireClanner and I’m sure your bravery will let you grow into a great warrior someday. I’ll have Yarrowfrost help you with that.” Froststar called, complimenting the kit as if the she-cat deserved any compliments. Dapplekit snorted awkwardly. Blizzardkit is nothing like that, Froststar. He thought to himself angrily, glaring at Blizzardpaw as the clan started to call her name. He refused to call out her new name to the sky, unwilling to accept how the white-colored cat was able to be apprenticed first.

Next on the list of cats who were named was Hawk-kit: a quiet cat whom Dapplekit had never interacted with before in his life; Stormkit: another who Dapplekit didn't recognize as well as the newly named Hawkpaw; Hickorykit: a cat with a name that was just too much of a mouthful for Dapplekit to pronounce; and then finally it was his turn to be named by the Emotional Leader. He puffed his chest out, filling with pride as he padded around at to the front for his apprentice name, and to look for his new mentor. Sunheart... Sunheart? Dapplekit wasn't sure if he was familiar with the warrior yet. Despite all of his pestering and pleasing with the warriors, Dapplekit still never managed to meet all of them.

Dapplekit came up to the front, before the clan and patiently waited for his mentor to join him there, where they then touched noses. That was what built their bond as mentor and apprentice.

But the ceremony wasn't quite over yet.

Another kit was named, saving Dapplepaw from being the last kit of the bunch to get his apprentice name (thank Starclan) and then two warriors were given their warrior names. Dapplepaw piped up with the crowd in calling out their names, but the name calling was cut short when Froststar attempted to address the kitty-pet in the clan.

Oh, Dapplepaw thought to himself, shuffling his paws awkwardly. Cinderstar began approaching, and already the air in the camp turned dark and heavy. Dapplepaw shivered, and it wasn't from the cold of the weather. The ceremony was just over, and now two of the most powerful she-cats in Fireclan were at each other's throats. It didn't take a lot to set these cats apart. Dapplepaw watched with big eyes as Cinderstar confronted Froststar with a wicked gaze.

"You have no right to speak about her." Dapplepaw could hear the Strong Leader spit, "You haven't been present for her trials. You have hardly done a damn thing but sit up on your throne and act like you're the only leader. Let's be honest, sweetheart, you wouldn't last a breath as a single leader... so stop pretending. Time to get down, dear. Come on, get going. Shoo. Off."

Dapplepaw held his breath, eyes still as wide as they were before. What is she saying? He inquired to himself, thinking in the back of his head of how complicated politics always made themselves out to be. He glanced around, feeling is ears twitch angrily. What are these guys doing in front of the whole clan? This was supposed to be a happy ceremony, wasn't it? He thought, as he anxiously pawed at the ground. The newly named apprentice glanced up at his mentor, then quietly stood up to buzz around the crowd of cats in order to find a friend of his. Stripedpaw was the first cat Dapplepaw could lay eyes on, and he swore to himself in glee. The kit approached Stripedpaw carefully, settling next to the older apprentice and mumbling to the tom, "Are they going to let a kitty-pet into the clan?"

@sea241 @gammaneise

NOTES: 1056 words, yus

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Stripedpaw | 6 moons | FireClan

Once stepping into the fray to see who his new competition would be, Stripedpaw hadn't expected someone to be there. Well, of course he'd expected him to be there, but not to be one of his new denmates. Dapplekit- or as he should say, Dapplepaw, was no longer a kit. It was to be expected, ever since he'd actually talked to the tom he knew that it was about time for him to be an apprentice, judging by his size and familiarity. They were born around the same time, weren't they? It was strange to think they'd never really talked until Bluekit had been their collective problem. Even then, they'd only shared a few words together, though Dapplepaw had stood up for him in the past. But now... Now they were both the same rank, practically the same age... And Stripedpaw was no longer at an advantage. It would be rude to consider it an advantgae though, wouldn't it? Then again, it was simply how Stripedpaw saw every relationship he was in. He either had an advantage or he didn't, seldom was there a case where he and the other cat were equal, besides his (lack of a) relationship with his brothers. So what were he and Dapplepaw, now? Equals? Nothing? Perhaps Dapplepaw would simply ignore him as most of the other apprentices did.

In a way, he was proud of the white and ginger tom. He was finally an apprentice now, and he could begin his training. Considering Stripedpaw had been itching to start from the get-go, he understood how it felt to finally move up a peg. Hell, maybe they'd have the same warrior ceremony. He doubted it, but that would be interesting... If they still talked, of course. What would they even talk about, though? The ginger tom had barely even talked, period. That was the last thing on his mind, however, as Cinderstar approached.

Ah, the little blue-grey kit's mother. He was rather uncomfortable watching the strong molly pad by, in all honesty, still not trusting Bluekit or her intentions. Cinderstar seemed more interested in Froststar's stealing of the show, however. He'd at least be safe for now. Even with the challenging tone the stone-grey molly spoke in, Stripedpaw was still focused on other things. Well, other things... he was simply lost in thought, even if he didn't understand what he was thinking about. Gaze glassy and distant, he was soon snapped back into reality once a body sat next to his, accompanied by a familiar voice.

Blinking out of his trance, his amber eyes met with the tom in a somewhat absent state, though once he shook his head he was back to normal. "A kittypet? Huh?" he mewed, unaware of what he'd missed. Was it something important? Sounded like it. But wouldn't Dapplepaw want to talk about a more pressing matter? "You're... What am I even..." It seemed as if he was trying to strike up a conversation, something Stripedpaw hadn't had in quite a while. He struggled to find his words, more used to threatening and teasing than having a chat. "So you're... You're Dapplepaw, now..!" His tone was a cross between concern and excitement, though the concern was definitely more apparent. "That's... Cool. What do you think about your... mentor?"

God, he wasn't used to this.

words. 554, mom , he's bamboozled

by neverland of adoxgraphy 2.0.

[owl]

Yarrowfrost     Yarrowfrost stepped out of the warriors den with her head held high as Froststar's sweet voice rang out across the camp. She had been happy to receive Softpaw a few moons ago, and was sure the small silver cat would turn into a good warrior... eventually. Shoving her way through the crowd so she would be at the front, cats eventually started to part around her. No one wanted to mess with the queenShe wasn't expecting her name to be called, but if it were... well, she'd be up to the challenge. As long as my new apprentice isn't as weak as Softpaw is. I know she has potential but she's not using it. Boarbelly has Gustpaw. Can I get my own Gustpaw? Her thoughts were split by the white leader's first words, announcing a kit as Blizzardkit. She leaned forward, eyes falling on the kit that had seemed to perk up at her name. She had a beautiful pelt, snow-cream colored with darker spots, like a tabby but unlike any tabbies she'd ever seen. And when the kit's head turned her way her eyes were gorgeous ice blue. And that wasn't all, the cat looked like she had a rather solid build, before training or even stepping outside of camp. Now if I wanted any one of those kits to be my apprentice, it'd be her. "I’ll have Yarrowfrost help you with that.” The bicolor point she-cat's head snapped up, curiously looking at her leader. Maybe Froststar isn't just a pretty face. She's smarter than I thought. Or, one of the other leaders helped her. Cinderstar, I'd guess. A strong mentor for a strong apprentice. Now, let's go see my new.. project. Rising to her paws, she stepped over to Blizzardpaw. She looks a lot like me when I was her age. I just hope she has the same mindset. "Hello dear." She meowed, dipping her head to touch her spotted nose with the new apprentice's one. "I hope you're ready to train, Blizzardpaw, because we're starting right now." She heard the gruff voice of Cinderstar, but she had no desire to stay and watch the leaders squabble. If there's one thing Aspenstar is good for, it's keeping those two from tearing each other apart. Acting like kits in front of their whole clan. Pah. Starting toward the camp exit she beckoned the snow bengal with her tail. She hoped the kit would be more eager to train than to watch her leaders bite one another's heads off. Gossip. Don't trifle in it, it'll only get you in trouble. Tag: Robin Notes: yarrow ain't wasting no time

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[Robin]

Blizzardpaw

Blizzardkit padded out of the nursery, her pelt was groomed to perfection. She knew that she had to look her best on this most special of days. Froststar's voice rang out across the makeshift camp, announcing the start of a very important ceremony, for her at least. Because Blizzardkit was finally six moons old, finally old enough to start her apprenticeship. The young snow Bengal felt like she'd been waiting forever to start her training, even though she was sure that she was more than ready. She was so excited, her body was almost shaking with anticipation, who would her mentor be? Would they be a competent teacher? She didn't want to get stuck with some soft-hearted feline that wasn't even ready to be a warrior themselves. She needed someone who was capable of training her to be the best.

To start! There are some kits ready to become apprentices. The she-kit listened eagerly as the leader addressed the clan. That's me, I'm ready! She thought to herself, ice blue eyes locked on the pale she-cat as she continued to speak, waiting for the moment when she'd finally be free of the nursery. Blizzardkit, you already look like a strong FireClanner and I’m sure your bravery will let you grow into a great warrior someday. The snow Bengal was surprised when the next words that left Froststar's maw were addressed towards her. But why wouldn't they be? She was the most obvious choice, she was strong and brave, Froststar said so herself. I’ll have Yarrowfrost help you with that.

Blue eyes scanned the crowd of gathered cats as soon as Froststar announced who her mentor would be. Yarrowfrost. That name sounded familiar and as Blizzardpaw's gaze locked on an approaching she-cat, she suddenly remembered why. Yarrowfrost was a respected Fireclan warrior, just from looking at the feline, Blizzardpaw could tell that she was a more than competent mentor. She approved of Froststar's choice. The mottled apprentice got to her paws, trying not to seem too eager as her mentor approached her, she couldn't allow Yarrowfrost to think that she was an overexcited kitten.

Still, Blizzardpaw couldn't help a small purr that escaped her when the warrior touched noses with her. I hope you're ready to train, Blizzardpaw, because we're starting right now. Yarrowfrost's words surprised the new apprentice, she hadn't expected her training to start so soon after her ceremony, but she wasn't complaining. "I was born ready!" she mewed before she could stop herself, padding after the seasoned warrior.

owl,

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Mousewhisper

Mousepaw heard Froststar's voice ring out across the clearing, instantly capturing his attention. He wondered what could be going on as he turned around to join the gathering crowd of cats. Choosing a spot between two of his clanmates, he decided to see what all the excitement waas about. His question was answered in the she-cats next words. There are some kits ready to become apprentices. A naming ceremony, the small ticked tom-cat let out a purr at the thought of welcoming more apprentices into their ranks. He was always pleased to share the space with more young cats, all excited for the day when they'd finally be named fully fledged warriors of Fireclan.

Listening intently, Mousepaw cheered for each new apprentice as they were listed, gladly showing them his support. The fact that so many kits were ready to be named apprentices was just another sign that showed that Fireclan was strong despite the drought and recent snowfall. But there had never been any doubt about that, for as long as Mousepaw had lived, Fireclan had always been known as a strong clan full of strong warriors and apprentices.

When the leader had finished listing off names, Mousepaw got to his paws ready to leave but froze when Froststar continued, calling out his name. Mousepaw, Lionstorm has informed us that you’re ready to become a warrior. Mousepaw sat down again, his mouth hanging slightly open at the pale she-cat's words. He was ready to become a warrior? Had he finally achieved what his parents had thought impossible? I call upon StarClan to shine upon you and name you a full warrior of FireClan. From now on, you will be known as Mousewhisper in honor of your unbreakable loyalty and hope.

A grin appeared on the new warriors maw as he realised that this was actually happening. He was now a warrior of Fireclan, he'd never have the chance to share a den with the new apprentices because his training was finally over. Instinctively, his yellow gaze scanned the crowd of gathered cats, searching for the familiar russet pelt of Foxpaw and no sooner had he located him than he heard Froststar's voice again. Foxpaw, Applestep has informed us that you’re also ready to become a warrior. Mousewhisper's heart gave a lurch as he realised what was happening, Foxpaw was receiving his warrior name too.

The young warrior was delighted, he would never have to spend a night apart from the other tom because Foxpaw would be moving into the warriors den with him. I call upon StarClan to shine upon you and name you a full warrior of FireClan. From now on, you will be known as Foxtooth for your bravery and fighting skill. Getting to his paws, Mousewhisper weaved between the still sitting figures of his clanmates to reach Foxtooth. He was buzzing with excitable energy, thrilled with his new name and with Foxtooth's too. Foxtooth. It suited the larger tom, like Froststar had said, it reflected his bravery. "Hey Foxtooth" Mousewhisper mewed in greeting to his best friend, an almost teasing tone to his voice as he stepped forward to nuzzle his boyfriend.

This was the day that they'd both been speaking about for moons, they were finally warriors, the day had finally arrived and now there was nothing stopping them. Mousewhisper couldn't control the smile that was on his face, he was grinning so broadly that it almost hurt. But he couldn't help himself, because now he and Foxtooth were warriors and it was the beginning of the next chapter of their lives together.

Fen   

 

[mom]

Stripedpaw's reaction wasn't quite what Dapplepaw was expecting. Usually the big tom was assertive, or at least that's what Dapplepaw knew from their last encounter. But now he was filled with concern... anxiety buzzed in Stripedpaw, and Dapplepaw could feel it. The Turkish Van looked at his aquaintance carefully, scanning the apprentice. Maybe he's not feeling good? Dapplepaw thought to himself, looking down at his paws. What if he has greencough?

Dapplepaw shuddered at the thought of Stripedpaw being stuffed with all the other sickly cats. The ginger and white cat still hadn't gotten over his fear of the medicine den, but knew that would be an event that would occur soon as he began to train in the cold weather, or fight battles. What would he do if he had gotten hurt? What would he do if his friends were hurt? His mind wandered as he remembered Wolfclaw pacing and swearing near the medicine den, weak to emotion and muddled in confusion until he was soothed by another warrior. Will that be me in the future? Dapplepaw pondered in confusion, suddenly fearful of his own future.

No, no way. I'm not Wolfclaw. I won't succumb to that emotion. I'll spend my time doing better things, hunting and fighting. He swore to himself. But a voice in the back of his head still muttered the terrifying thoughts in the back of his head. He shook them off and continued the conversation with Stripedpaw.

"What are you even?" Dapplepaw responded, eyebrows furrowing. That sentence confused him but the subject was quickly changed when Stripedpaw mentioned his new mentor. The 'paw glanced over to where he left the white and ginger tom who he'd be training with. "He's a lot smaller than I would've hoped.." Dapplepaw confessed. "He's not what I would've hoped for, but he's what I got. I'm going to make the best out of it and become the best warrior I can be." His voice was full of emotion, and eyes burned with determination. He looked at Stripedpaw carefully. "Are you alright?" He inquired, looking the tom up and down once more.

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Scorchpaw tagged: Captain| notes: | age: 7 moons Scorchpaw winced slightly as she heard the call of the emotional leader. The gray tabby she cat still had a bit of a headache from the fight with her grandmother, and the yelling certainly didn’t help. The fight itself was still fresh in her mind, and she’d be lying if she said she didn’t have mixed feelings about it. Shaking her head, the apprentice pushed herself to her paws. She didn’t have time to sit and muse over what happened. There was a clan meeting to go to! A clan meeting that would most likely include ceremonies. Walking into the makeshift clearing, the she cat took a seat next to Thunderpaw, and Coyotepaw, vivid gold eyes focusing on the pure white she cat that was addressing the clan. She watched eagerly as kits were named apprentices, eyes lighting up as Hickorykit was called up. She cheered loudly for him, and once that part of the ceremony was done, she made her way over to the tortoiseshell male. “Congrats!” She exclaimed as she gently and playfully nudged him with a shoulder. “Looks like you can finally have your own nest, huh?” She said with a teasing grin. Scorchpaw ignored the naming of the two new warriors as she waited for her friend’s reaction, but her attention was torn back to the ceremony when a certain cat was mentioned. Coconut. The former kittypet that had comforted her after she was bullied. Her eyes widened as her mentor stepped forwards, ears subconsciously pinning back as she watched the two leaders. “Oh no... they’re not going to fight... are they..?” She asked as she listened to what Cinderstar has said to Froststar. She didn’t really know what to think. If Cinderstar and Froststar started fighting, was she supposed to jump in and help her mentor? She didn’t want to fight. Gulping, she subconsciously pressed herself closer to Hickorypaw.

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Stripedpaw | 6 moons | FireClan

"...Nevermind that part," he corrected himself, hoping that Dapplepaw would move onto what he'd said, next. Why wouldn't he? He was a fresh apprentice, the feeling was too grand to ignore. Relieved that he'd taken that route, he listened as the fluffy tom continued to speak about his new life. He was passionate, excited, yes, but Stripedpaw was sure he could sense some insecurity in that tone. Not about his training, but about something else. Unless Dapplepaw truly was worried about his training... Maybe it was his mentor he was worried about? That wasn't too far-fetched, Stripedpaw was often worried about Wolfclaw's conduct, and how that'd rub off onto him. Well, he's not exactly the best, but he's- he found his thoughts being cut off by the white and ginger tom, who seemed to continue them in his speech. Guess we're not too different, huh? A flicker of amusement sparked in the tom's amber eyes as his thoughts synchronised with Dapplepaw's speech, and he dipped his head respectfully. "Exactly. No holding back."

As Dapplepaw continued to speak, he became aware of what all the worry was about. Me? You've just become an apprentice! I'm not what you should be worrying about, now. He nodded as Dapplepaw questioned him, the tom now amused that he was being fussed over. "I'm fine, Dapplepaw. Don't worry about it." Dapplepaw's doting reminded him of a mini-wolfclaw, in a way. A mini-wolfclaw with a passion for training, at least. "I'm healthier than a cat with three lives, right now." Perhaps he'd just sensed the unease in the ginger tom's tone? He wasn't too visibly shaken, was he? Maybe Dapplepaw was overreacting.

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[Demonic]

Coconut FireClan || Female || FireClan Probation Coconut sat towards the back of the crowd - her usual spot whenever ceremonies took place. She had sat through many of them by now and yet, still got just as excited as the first time she watched one take place. It was nice to know that even with the camp moving and territory shifting, this didn't change.  The Balinese point was sat up straight, head held elegantly high as always despite how tired she felt. Coconut had been surprised when she was allowed to go with the Clan to live closer to the lake. Since the move was announced, she believed it was the end of the line for her, but apparently, that wasn't the case. Elated, she eagerly followed the Clan and was excited to see what more the wilds had to offer. However, now, all she thought about was if her kits were ok. As far as they knew she was still somewhere deep within the moors.  It was no surprise that going to a new territory put Coconut at a major disadvantage to the others. She had spent so long exploring and learning FireClan's territory and now she had to learn a new one all over again. From dawn till dusk, she wandered the forest, circled the lake and explored the significantly smaller fields in order to keep up with the others and remember where borders were. The poor molly was exhausted and had been taking her first break in a long time when the ceremony began. One by one, kits were made apprentices and given their mentors. Two apprentices even became warriors - Coconut reveled in cheering for them along with the Clan. It made her feel more connected with the crowd. Finally, the ceremony came to a close and the ex-kittypet rose to her paws with the intent to continue her work. Froststar, however, wasn't done. “And lastly, I'm sure you all have been wondering what would happen with our new friend Coconut-" Coconut paused, felt her heart skip a beat and looked up at Froststar. She could feel cats in the crowd staring at her, but Coconut kept watching the emotional leader. Froststar didn't look back at her. She was looking down at Cinderstar with a smile.  Coconut and Cinderstar had a strange relationship. The kittypet was drawn to the leader for whatever reason and had made it a personal goal to befriend them. They were the only cat that judged her on skill rather than blood. At least after she had proved herself before the battle for the lake that is. For a while, Coconut had believed that she had achieved her goal. Now, she couldn't help but doubt herself. Cinderstar stomped through the crowd and yanked the spotlight from Froststar. An action that Coconut honestly couldn't tell whether the pure white molly was okay with or not. Once again they began to bicker and the crowd's attention diverted from the kittypet to their squabbling leaders in a matter of seconds. Cinderstar refused to look at Coconut. It hurt, yes, but what hurt the most was that it was expected. Coconut wasn't a fool, Cinderstar was a tough nut to crack, with a hard shell that sometimes she doubted that anyone could get through it. Cinderstar would never avidly seek out the kittypet for company or anything for that matter, so Coconut often decided to take matters into her own paws. The hardest part was finding a good time to strike up a conversation. Normally, although begrudgingly, the strong leader would give her the time of day. Provided the timing the was right. Lately, they hadn't spoken much. Not only were both of them busy due to the move but there was another thing. Cinderstar was pregnant and it didn't take a genius to know who the father was. It wasn't that Coconut was avoiding her leader per se, in fact, there were many times where she wanted nothing more than to ask the grey molly to a sparring match or to do their poor bootleg knockoff version of talking to each other. It was just that she was scared. Scared of what she would say if given the chance. Why? Why him of all cats? Of all the fucking cats, why did it have to be Fogstone? The tortie point tried not to let it distract her from her end goal, to fully join FireClan in memory of her mate and to start a new life. That didn't stop the burning emotion that stirred in her stomach and felt like hot claws raking down her pelt whenever she saw the two together though. She chalked the feeling up to betrayal, but as of late it felt more like jealousy. The still standing kittypet continued to stare dumbfoundedly at the leaders, similarly to the rest of the crowd. Suddenly, she began to move. Coconut stepped in amongst the warriors and apprentices as if stepping into the lake. Slowly at first until fully diving in. She ducked and weaved her way through the crowd until she stood at the front; ears pinned back and mouth open with a name on the tip of her tongue. Cinderstar... No sound escaped her, however. The word died where it began and Coconut sat back. This wasn't about her, was it? It never was. This was just another squabble between rivals and she was just another pawn Froststar had used to get to Cinderstar and to get attention as a whole.  Inside a defeated voice whispered as Coconut accepted her fate of having to watch the two fight without being able to do anything to stop it. Please, I know what you're going to say. If I am to leave then just announce it already and get it over with... Don't make my last time here be you two fighting.  Tag: Mal Captain Words: 970 (damn!) Notes: Coconut is honestly SO done with the drama and the rivalry xD

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R ookpaw heard Froststar and instantly got a headache. Despite being handicapped by her wounds from a battle she wasn't not and out. She hates just lying in medicine cat's den like a stillborn and having to do nothing but rot. It's time to see what the emotional leader wants it can't be good. She took her seat in the crowd to listen in. This should be interesting and ways, when Cinderstar can in to, stop the ceremony in its tracks. "Heck, yeah. I  hate outsiders as much the next cat but why should you do the ceremony and hog the spotlight. One Willowstar is good enough you know? Fireclan has its pride that you're ruining, Froststar. That's why Cinderstar will always be the best leader to guide us. " She stood up about to walk over to Cinderstar's rallying group when Scorchpaw's voice caught her. She had no bad feelings toward her anymore, however, someone besides Cinderstar to needed help giving that dam she-cat a backbone and some Fireclanner pride. Looks like I have to do this, well here goes nothing. "Scorchpaw, Don't just coward behind a newly appointed apprentice like an idiot show some pride and stand up for what you think is right,damit. You never get far like that. We fighting every day to survive so what is the difference." 231 @silverfire12 , The fully is here

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Foxtooth tag:Robin,| notes: Foxpaw heard Froststars call, and it instantly sent shivers through his pelt. Is it time? Am I finally done with training? Foxpaw walked through the thickening crowd of cats, looking for Mousepaw but unable to find him. He settled for just sitting beside Russetface, the only other cat he was really comfortable with. He only got more excited as he heard the magic words. We have some cats to name today! Foxpaw could feel the excitement bubble in his chest, but he was still unsure if it had anything to do with him. Even if it didn't, he was excited for the cats that were getting named.  Foxpaw cheered for each new apprentice, keeping a welcoming grin on his face. He would love to welcome each of them to the apprentices den, but Foxpaw felt like he wouldn't have to do that. He just had a feeling that today was his and Mousepaws day. When the last apprentices name was called, Foxpaws heart skipped a beat. Please. I need this, Froststar. “Mousepaw, Lionstorm has informed us that you’re ready to become a warrior. I call upon StarClan to shine upon you and name you a full warrior of FireClan. From now on, you will be known as Mousewhisper in honor of your unbreakable loyalty and hope.” Foxpaws heart began beating rapidly as he cheered Mousewhispers name, already in love with it. Mousewhisper suits him. It's an adorable name.  For a very scary moment, Foxpaw thought he wasn't about to be named as a new warrior and everyone would go about their business. But, he happened to be just as lucky as Mousewhisper. “Foxpaw, Applestep has informed us that you’re also ready to become a warrior. I call upon StarClan to shine upon you and name you a full warrior of FireClan. From now on, you will be known as Foxtooth for your bravery and fighting skill.”  Foxtooths heart began beating rapidly as everyone cheered for him,  it was weird being in the spotlight. Even if it was only for a moment. He sat dumbfounded for a moment, not knowing anything to do but grin. He had finally achieved what he had wanted. He had the love of his life, and he was finally a warrior. What more was there to ask from Starclan? He heard the familiar voice of Mousewhisper, instantly getting chills. "Hey Foxtooth" Foxtooth purred as he nuzzled his boyfriend back, giving him a quick lick on his cheek. "Hey, Mousewhisper." He purred. He had become unaware of the drama unfolding around them, and honestly, he wasn't one for drama. Nothing was going to ruin the mood that he had going right then. "We're finally warriors. I can't believe it." He meowed, still not believing that they weren't just apprentices anymore.

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Dapplepaw nodded to Stripedpaw's reply. "As long as you say so.." The white-and-ginger tom replied carefully. Perhaps he was just shaken by the end of the ceremony. Everyone seemed to be a little riled up. Dapplepaw could hear the warriors around them fussing over the leaders and they're fighting. Dapplepaw narrowed his eyes, This ceremony was supposed to be about me, and everyone else who got their new names. Cinderstar is too self-centered.

Dapplepaw had to admit, he had a slight bias against the blue leader ever since he met her witch of a daughter. For a brief time, Dapplepaw found himself wondering just how a powerful blue leader could have such a menace for a kit, but now he knew. Bluekit was just as self-absorbed as her mother was. The apple did not fall far from the tree.

Dapplepaw snorted quietly, anger flashing in his amber eyes. He stood up on his haunches to get a better view of the scene playing in front of them, and found it surprisingly easy to look over the heads of his fellow clanmates. Seems I really was too big for the nursery. Glad I'm going to move. He thought to himself, watching the scene for only a moment before he thought of another conversation to start up with, with Stripedpaw. He ducked back down and looked at his fellow apprentice. They were equals now, but Dapplepaw knew that Stripedpaw was still more trained than he was. The splotched 'Van opened his maw to begin a sentence, but paused to think how he would word it. He thought for only a second then opened his mouth to speak again. "Will you help me settle into the den?" He inquired gently.

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