RavenClan Ceremony [11.2.18]

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RELIGION'S A BREEDING

GROUND WHERE THE DEVIL'S

WORK IS DEEPPLY FOUND

WARRIORS:
• Bearpaw to Bearjaw (Robin )
• Poppypaw to Poppyclaw (@silverfire12 )
• Rabbitpaw to Rabbitear (@edda )

APPRENTICES:
• Gabriel to Quickpaw (Newt )
> Shadowthroat (Newt )
• Ollie to Olivepaw (@gammaneise )
> Palethroat (owl )
• Dewberry to Dewpaw (Zesty ) >
Stagsong (Plaid PJs )
• Russetkit to Russetpaw (trevni )
> Riverjay (Plaid PJs )
• Crowkit to Crowpaw (owl )
> Shadowthroat (Newt )
• Sorrelkit to Sorrelpaw (@silverfire12 ) > Spottedbird (trevni )

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    Only a few sunrises had passed since the last meeting, but as the sun dawned on the horizon, a voice lifted to break the quiet of the early morning.

    “All cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather before me for a clan meeting!” A small blue-silver tom crouched on a little jut of stone, his round green eyes shifting as the dens rustled to admit the shapes of his fellow clanmates.

    Elders peered out from the safety and comfort of their nests, while the queens wrapped their tail around their kits to keep them from racing into the clearing and the warriors and apprentices jostled each other aside to hear.

    Sharing their enthusiasm, Sootpaw shifted excitedly from one paw to the other. It had been a while since RavenClan’s last naming ceremony, but with the Clan buzzing with preparations for the battle, he saw no reason to delay it any longer. The Clan needed more apprentices, just as they needed more warriors; and with the battle looming in the not-so-distant future, they needed them now more than ever.

    Waiting until all of RavenClan was fathered, Sootpaw rose to his paws and began to pace the small patch of stone, never taking his eyes off of the crowd. A long time ago, the thought of addressing so many cats had made him feel fearful and nervous—now, however, he felt only a thrill of excitement and a surge of pride as he addressed his fellow warriors.

    “As I’m sure you all may know, very soon we will be laying siege on FireClan territory. But if we are to be prepared, we’re going to need more warriors,” Sootpaw began. “So today I would like to take the time for another naming ceremony.”

    An excited murmur rippled through the crowd. Sootpaw silenced it with a wave of his tail.

    “To begin, I’ll be naming our new apprentices.” He stood up and peered into the crowd. A row of kits had been lined up, each looked over by a proud parent. But it was the three kittypets he sought out first. Unlike the kits which had been born into the Clan, these cats were much older and larger, and it was these kittypets that he beckoned forward first.

    “Ollie, Dewberry, and Gabriel, come forward to stand before me.” Once the three kittypets had stepped forwards, he addressed them all in turn, starting first with Ollie.

    “Ollie,” he mewed, his voice echoing in the clearing as he turned to meet the pale ginger tabby. “Though before you were a kittypet, today I welcome you as a true warrior of RavenClan, and offer you your new name: Olivepaw. From this moment on you will train as a warrior under the guidance of Palethroat. May StarClan light your path.”

    His gaze then turned to Dewberry. The grey-furred she-cat was almost the spitting image of what a RavenClan cat should be. He realized that she would fit in perfect once she’d undergone her training. “Dewberry, today I will grant you with your apprentice name. From this moment on until the day you’ve earned your warrior name, you will be known as Dewpaw, and you will train under Stagsong until you have learned everything that you need to know. May StarClan light your path.”

    Then it was Gabriel to which he turned. “Gabriel, today I will also grant you with your apprentice name. From this moment on until the day you’ve earned your warrior name, you will be known as Quickpaw, and you will train under Shadowthroat. May StarClan light your path.”

    Sootpaw dipped his head as the kittypets withdrew into the crowd.

    Once they were out of sight, he turned his attention onto the remaining kits. “Sorrelkit, Russetkit, and Crowkit, step forward.” The three kits took a tentative step forward, their eyes glistening and betraying their excitement.

    Sootpaw purred just looking at them. Long ago he’d been where they were now, giddy and nervous as he anticipated who his mentor would be.

    Of course, neither he nor the rest of the Clan would have expected that cat to be Petalflight.

    Sighing, he shook his head. Now wasn’t the time to think such sad thoughts.

    “Sorrelkit” –he nodded for her to come closer— "You are smart and determined. RavenClan will need more cats with your compassion and kindness if we are to endure the harshness of this leafbare, and I hereby name you Sorrelpaw. Spottedbird will be your mentor, and I hope that you learn everything that you need to from her to become a warrior your clanmates can be proud of.”

    “Russetkit,” he motioned with his tail for the scrawny ruddy tom to draw closer. “Few kits have known hardship quite like you have, and though you may not have become an apprentice as soon as you would have liked, I am honored to give you the name of Russetpaw. Riverjay will be your mentor, and I hope that you learn everything that you need to from her to become a warrior your clanmates can be proud of.”

    Next, his gaze turned to Crowkit. “Crowkit, you are loyal and diligent in everything that you do. RavenClan could use a cat as attentive as you if we are to overcome the hardships to come, and I hereby name you Crowpaw. Shadowthroat will be your mentor, and I hope that you learn everything that you need to become a warrior your Clanmates can be proud of.”

    Once the newly made apprentices had vanished into the crowd to touch noses with their new mentors, Sootpaw’s gaze shifted to the apprentices. “Bearpaw, Poppypaw, and Rabbitpaw, come forward to stand before me.”

    The three padded forward, and Sootpaw regarded them thoughtfully.

    This was his favorite part of the naming ceremonies—the naming of new warriors—and he always tried his best to come up with the most fitting names for each apprentice.

    “Bearpaw you have proven yourself to be a kind and honorable cat, and Robinsplash has informed me that you have worked hard to get where you are today. Because of this, I have decided it is time for you to receive your warrior name. From now on, you will be known as Bearjaw. StarClan honors your spirit, and we welcome you as a warrior of RavenClan."

    Sootpaw’s green eyes then met the equally green gaze of Poppypaw. The grey she-cat had become a bit of a clan hero after her escapade with the rats, and she was well-respected for her contribution of catmint after the skirmish with the rats. Out of all the apprentices standing there before him now, her warrior name was one of the most anticipated.

    “Poppypaw, no cat can deny that you are a strong and loyal cat. You have shown your prowess in battle after the skirmish with the rats and Cindercloud has informed me that you are hardworking during your training as well. Because of this, I have decided that is is time for you to receive your warrior name. From now on, you will be known as Poppyclaw for your fighting spirit. StarClan honors your dedication to your clanmates, and we welcome you as a warrior of RavenClan.”

    And lastly, there was Rabbitpaw. “Rabbitpaw you have proven yourself to be a clever and enthusiastic cat, and Skyleap has informed me that you are diligent in your training. Because of this, I have decided that it is time for you to receive your warrior name. From now on, you will be known as Rabbitear. StarClan honors your compassion, and we welcome you as a warrior of RavenClan.”

    With the last of the warriors named, Sootpaw joined his Clan as they shouted everybody’s new names until the crowd grew silent again.

    Oh, I almost forgot.

    Just as the first few warriors were beginning to disperse, Sootpaw drew them back with his voice yet again.

    “Since the battle is only a few days away, I think it would be best that we all work on our battle moves. While it is important that we have prey, we cannot afford to lose this battle, so please, whenever you have the time, practice. That is all.” He dipped his head.

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Notes: At long last. Sorry 'bout the wait!

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[trevni]

russetpaw

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he stumbled into faith and thought, "god, this is all there is?"

The tom stood quietly, feeling uncomfortably tall next to the other kits he was lined up beside.

The others were fidgeting or bursting with energy, but Russetkit stood quietly, forcing himself to be still despite the excitement prickling in his paws. You’re the oldest kit in the nursery right now, you have to act mature, he chided himself quietly, tipping his chin a little higher. Parents stood behind other kits, proudly encouraging their kittens on this important, life-changing day.

Russetkit felt the emptiness behind him like a wide, endless chasm – the tingling in his paws stopped abruptly. I don’t even really see Mother much at all anymore… I know she’s sad, but I wish… He shook the thought from his mind with a grimace. Stop being selfish. It’s no wonder she doesn’t have time for you, with all the things she’s gone through. He tucked the hollow little thought somewhere within his mind, trying to bury it and not think of it ever again.

I wonder if Redwing is watching me…? Pale eyes turned towards the sky, scrutinizing it searchingly for a long couple of minutes. He tried to imagine the large, russet-colored tom – a cat he and most of his brothers were the spitting image of, or so he was told – standing among the stars, sharp eyes turned towards the earth just for the sake of seeing this moment. Is he proud of me for surviving? Russetkit would never admit it to any of his littermates – nor to Sootpaw, who had looked after him for so long – but he had tasted the echoes of death numerous times over the past couple of months. More than once, he had been convinced, seeing shaky, starry figures through fever-induced hallucinations, that he was mere steps from Starclan.

He had all but accepted it – as tragic as it was to die a kit, never earning a ‘paw’ name or anything beyond – but he had somehow survived. And the dreadful rattling in his chest had finally faded to something manageable, and he was able to actually breathe for the first time in what felt like forever. His throat still felt raw and itchy, and the occasional cough shook his rather scrawny frame, but he was alive, and well enough for Sootpaw to finally give him his apprentice name.

He observed the tom as he took his post atop the stone, eyes sparkling with a mix of respect and near-reverence. Though Sootpaw was no leader, Russetkit couldn’t help but feel a connection to the medicine cat. He had likely seen Sootpaw more than most the past couple of seasons, and it was only due to the medicine cat’s medicines and care that he was standing here among the living, rather than the dead.

I’ll do my best for Ravenclan, to make up for all the time you’ve had to spend on me. Thank you, Sootpaw.

The tom spoke when the Clan had gathered, and Russetkit tensed slightly at the ominous beginning. He’d heard murmurings of the upcoming battle, but hearing it spoken by Sootpaw himself sent thrills of excitement and nervousness through the small russet tom. I’m behind other warriors my age – I’ll have to work twice as hard to catch up, so I can help my Clanmates.

Sootpaw addressed the kittypets first, and Russetkit craned his neck to peer searchingly at those called forward. They were at least as old as he was – probably older, at least some of them – and he felt a rush of relief that he was not the only cat getting their name a few moons late. I’ve never talked to kittypets before – or former kittypets, I guess – but I wonder what their lives used to be like. Maybe one of them could even end up being a friend…

Shaking the thoughts from his mind, he watched quietly as the three received their names, feeling more nervous with each passing cat. When Sootpaw drew his attention to the three Clanborn kits who would receive their names today, Russetkit tensed up, not even daring to breathe. Sorrelkit was the first to become Sorrelpaw, and Russetkit watched her each and every motion, to make sure he knew what he was supposed to do.

And then, it was his turn. His gaze snapped back up to Sootpaw, expression unreadable as he silently took in the medicine cat’s words. Is he proud of me? Russetkit – Russetpaw now – certainly hoped so, and tried to stand tall despite the nerves that threatened to buckle his legs. Riverjay? He didn’t know much of the she-cat, but as he turned to scan the crowd, he found the cat whose face had come to mind at the name.

Striding forward slowly and gracefully, not wanting to seem childish by excitedly scampering to the she-cat, he paused a couple of tail-lengths from her, dipping his head respectfully before shifting to touch noses the way he’d watched other apprentices do. ”Hello, Riverjay,” he murmured quietly, tone soft. ”I’m going to work very, very diligently to try to make you proud,” he promised, trying to sound more confident that he’d succeed than he felt.

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Quickpaw | 10 moons | RavenClan

Gabriel had found himself rather restless before the ceremony, aware that both him and Ollie would be gaining their ranks soon. He still didn't quite understand what it all fully meant, but it was supposed to be a good thing, right? He had yet to complete his marking task, though he assumed that he'd be completing it under some kind of supervision. Whoever's watching me, I suppose. I wish that had been specified. The pearl-pointed tom was surprised to hear about a battle, however. He hadn't been told of any 'FireClan' battle upon joining, and suddenly his gut began to sink at the thought of being tossed right into battle as a fresh member of the Clan. No... They wouldn't do that. I still have to be trained, after all. With such a grim thought, however, he'd heard his own name as well as Ollie's... And the name of another cat he'd never met. He smiled at his childhood friend as they stepped forward, relieved to know that he had Ollie by his side. There was a lot to think about that he couldn't tackle on his own.

The platinum-pointed tom watched with pride as Ollie was dubbed an 'apprentice', something he assumed that they'd both end up being by the end of the ceremony. He couldn't help but smile at the name he'd received, it was so similar to his old one, with that nifty little '-paw' at the end that he'd heard so much about. Olivepaw... I can't wait to call him that. He stood in place as his friend took centre stage, was given his own little spiel from Sootpaw and was assigned a mentor. That was a new concept to him, as well. What would these mentors be like? Lost in a pool of thoughts and new ideas, he waited for Sootpaw to complete their group ceremony so that he could speak to Ollie- no, Olivepaw, and let out all of those thoughts out to relieve himself. However, the general quiet all around them showed that the common courtesy here was not to speak until all the cats had been cycled through and had received their new names. For the time being, he simply waited to be called next, and surely enough it hadn't taken long at all.

Upon making eye contact with Sootpaw, Gabriel could tell that he was in quite the different mood than he had been when they'd first met. Sootpaw had seemed so downtrodden and tired, yet now he shone with energy. Must be that battle, the ex-kittypet mused to himself with that same tense feeling. Things were going to change, and he'd have to keep up with it. The pearl-coloured tom's eyes inadvertently widened at the mention of his new name, surprised at the outcome. It sounded so different, not indicative of the cat that he'd seen himself to be, though a part of him liked it. The quick part was something he knew he'd take a liking to, though it would definitely take some getting used to. Poor Ollie, having to call me something so different. There was no doubt that he'd still be calling Olivepaw 'Ollie', at times. He was the same cat, after all. Hearing the name 'Shadowthroat' being called as his mentor, he hummed to himself in surprise. It was quite the... intense name, to say the least. Palethroat and Shadowthroat... Ollie and I match! A silly speculation, but one he enjoyed making.

Once his name and mentor were given to him, the new apprentice melded back into the crowd with communication with Olivepaw on his mind. Quickpaw was even looking behind himself to see if the cream apprentice was tagging along, too. The platinum-pointed tom soon found himself looking for any cats that would fit the name Shadowthroat to see if he could get a grasp on this mentor of his... But he still wanted to talk to Olivepaw, first. Shadowthroat would have to wait, and unfortunately his fluffy friend would have to wait, too. Quickpaw still didn't want to speak until all of the other cats were done. It was rather fascinating to see the older cats replace that 'paw' part with something else, too. That'll be us, as well! I wonder how long it's going to take? And what would their new 'paw' be?

The speech regarding the battle was once again a wake up call. The new apprentice was left wondering if his assessment was going to be postponed, or if it wouldn't be affected at all. It shouldn't matter, though. He was marking territory, not getting in the way of battle. Maybe Shadowthroat would even teach him how to fight, though now that he thought about it... Didn't another new apprentice just get Shadowthroat as their mentor? Crowpaw, right? Maybe they'd be training together? Quickpaw still thought that training with his lifelong friend would be better, though he still had to branch out in the Clan. That Spiderbite fiasco was already bad enough, and he wanted to show Olivepaw that he could still befriend some of their peers.

words. 846, Newt , for Olive boi, of course! Maybe Shadow could come in, too c:

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[Newt]

ocean eyes
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Can't stop staring at those ocean eyes .
Burning cities and napalm skies.
Fifteen flares inside those ocean eyes.
Your ocean eyes.

Ollie been waiting on this for quite a while now- this being the whole... well, ceremony. 

It's something he's heard talked about ever since him and the other kittypets joined the Clan- the speak of changing names and who their mentors would be. What cat would be lucky- or unlucky- enough to get a kittypet? 

Ollie realizes it's probably not the most appealing thing to a clan cat. When there are plenty of Clan born kits who are used to these customs and already have ideas about hunting and fighting... why want an older and clueless former kittypet? Most warriors won't, the large tom thinks, but he's trying his best to be reassured in his value.

After all, Sootpaw did reassure him that the Clan needs him! For some reason, it has much less warriors than the other CLans, so any cat is welcome. After all, perhaps new blood is good. A new splash of colors and personalities... and Ollie certainly is that. With his light colored pelt and shining, fern green eyes, he's not your typical RavenClan cat. Not a speck of dark coloring can be found across his body. Along with this, his personality is lighter- more... bubbly? It's brighter and definitely more optimistic- though it's not as if he doesn't have a sharp and convincing tongue when needed.

Past all of these things, though, the point is- the ceremony has come. His ceremony. 


And it's probably the most mystifying thing he's ever witnessed.
With Sootpaw the point of focus- despite not being one- he really seems like a leader. All these eyes are focused on him and Ollie can feel the power and excitement of all the other felines surging through him, making his fur glow with the same energy. Are all ceremonies like this?

“Ollie, Dewberry, and Gabriel, come forward to stand before me.”
His own thoughts are shaken away, though, as him and his fellow kittypets are addressed. Raising his chin, he steps forward, out of the crowd. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Dewberry and Gabriel do the same. Gabriel- so we are getting our names together! Maybe we can train together, then? 

It's an exciting thought in itself but he tries to keep his eyes focused forward and on Sootpaw- it seems like proper etiquette. 


“Ollie,” But when his name is spoken first- Ollie can't quite believe it. A surge of pride runs under his pelt then and his eyes gleam with the emotion, ears perking up eagerly to hear the next words. He wants to hear every second of this- the biggest moment in his life, perhaps.“Though before you were a kittypet, today I welcome you as a true warrior of RavenClan, and offer you your new name: Olivepaw. From this moment on you will train as a warrior under the guidance of Palethroat. May StarClan light your path.”


As those words are spoken, a wave of emotion goes over Ollie- correction, Olivepaw. His new name is ringing in his ears and he feels light- even dizzy- as he's declared a new, prospective warrior. The name of his mentor rings in his ears, too, the only thing that really drives Olivepaw to focus back in for the rest of the ceremony. Stepping back into the crowd, though, there's one thing on his mind-
Gabe. 

And Gabe, soon enough, is incorrect. Watching his bestfriend get dubbed a new name is probably the second most important moment of Olivepaw's life, eyes dancing with joy as Quickpaw is dubbed a mentor as well. Shadowthroat- yeesh! Sounds scary. But- hey! Sounds like my mentor- Palethroat. Maybe they know each other? 

Scattered thoughts bounce around the newly apprenticed feline's mind although he tries to settle them for the remainder of the ceremony. Russetpaw… hm... Crowpaw… Wait- Shadowthroat, again? Does Gab-Quickpaw have to share a mentor with another cat? Cool! Maybe he'll finally make friends... 
It's an amusing and sweet thought that makes his whiskers twitch, the tabby feline waiting until the ceremony was over and quieted for him to seek out his newly named friend and mentor. Having no idea who this Palethroat feline is, though, he instantly goes to Quickpaw.

Spotting the light colored male is easy, too, green eyes meeting blue as Olivepaw spots his partner. "Ga- Quickpaw! You've finally gotten your name!" A bit of a stumble comes out at first, with Olivepaw's tongue not being used to the new name and syllables. It's nothing too bad, though, with a light purr following it. "Have you seen your mentor yet? I haven't seen mine- yours sounds a bit scary! And Crowpaw? Your sharing a mentor? I'm sure you'll be fine, anyways, though-" It's a bit of a slurry of words, truly revealing how the usually composed and neat tom is feeling.

Without another thought, though, he goes to rub cheeks with Quickpaw and give him a quick lick- share affection and twine their tails. It's something he's become used to lately and become apprentices will surely only drive the pair closer.


Hopefully their mentors won't get too annoyed by the lovesick friends.

@gammaneise , owl
# 851
notes: Here's Olivepaw for Palethroat and Quickpaw! <3

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outrunning karma
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he's never gonna make it. all the poor people he's forsaken. karma is always gonna chase him for his lies. it's just a game of waiting.
there's no escape until he dies.

Another ceremony.

It does feel as if it's been a bit of time since the last ceremony has occurred, but it's not as if Shadowthroat is really keeping track. He's already dealing with Sheeppaw's utter ridiculousness so he's not expecting a new apprentice anytime soon- although he would appreciate one. His current one is far too skittish and scared- a weak, whining feline, really. A sorry excuse for the brave and sly RavenClan warrior he's supposed to be making her into- especially with the battle approaching.

That's the only thing Shadowthroat has been focused on lately- fighting. That, or Blackeye. It's hard to get the she-cat off of his mind lately. It's as if she's creeping in the corners of it with her wide, soft eyes. They lurk in his mind and keep him up at night. The only thing he's found that vanishes them from sight is killing, too. Releasing some of this tension within himself and he feels more relaxed and at ease. Perhaps that's why there's more prey in the kill pile lately- or maybe it's why there's been less rouges spotted around camp. Either way, he's benefiting everyone so no complaints should be heard. 

No complaints- just like no complaints are heard from the sleek, black furred tom when his name is called. While it's for a kittypet, it's still not a bad match. Not the most pleasing thing in the world, but the slyness that the apprentice walks with... How he seems to examine everything and his name, even- Quickpaw- warrants some sort of pleasure from the male. It's a feline to look forward to, he decides, yellow eyes narrowing as he watches his new apprentice disappear back into the crowd, seemingly searching for someone. No worries, he decides. He always prefers to wait until the end to meet his apprentice. He wants to see who this Quickpaw talks to anyways- perhaps Olivepaw or Dewpaw? It'd make sense and while they aren't very impressive or good material, being friends with them is... understandable. Everyone has a weak point. 


Another surprise presents itself, though. While Shadowthroat is biding his time, thickly furred tail flicking as he waits for the ceremony to end, he finds his name being called again. He's not sure if this has ever happened before, but he blinks and stands up all the same, looking onto his third apprentice now. This one, too- oh, this will be nice. A Clancat- and one of Goldenflower. He knows well enough to not mess with that queen and to be the mentor of one of her kits? Well, it's certainly a gift from StarClan, indeed, the killer's eyes glittering with pleasure as he watches Crowpaw disappear back into the ground, too.


So, now gifted with two new apprentices- all far better than his current one- Shadowthroat feels pride surge through him. His chin is raised and his whiskers are twitching, the sun bouncing off of his dark pelt excellently. He's been given an honor- something to be proud of, and oh, he is.
Hard not to be when he's finally been recognized for his true excellence. 

The ceremony ends in due time though and he's standing up soon enough, tail lashing as his eyes search for his new responsibilities. 
Quickpaw- the light colored male is currently... bonding with Olivepaw, it seems. He's heard that the two are close but... er, he won't ask about it. Everyone has weak points, once again, and perhaps Olivepaw and Quickpaw are like Blackeye and himself. He can see the mirroring.

Discounting the pair for a moment, though, he searches for his own partner and Crowpaw, then. Blackeye is hard to find within the sea of dark pelts but Crowpaw isn't due to his clearly younger age, the long furred tom making his way over easily. "Crowpaw. I'm Shadowthroat, if you didn't know. I'm your new mentor and you're my responsibility. I'm glad to have you to train. You can expect the best from me and I expect the upmost from you." Said with a smooth and draping tone, the male leans down to touch noses with the young one.

He can already see it now, too- visions of the nearing battle are dancing in his mind. Sleek cats that he can crush underneath his paw with a single swipe. Throat he can cut with his sharp canines- it's all a fantasy that he can taste, a low purr rising out of his chest as he remembers Sootpaw advising them to teach the apprentices about battle tactics.


Yellow eyes flash down to Crowpaw again.
"Besides, soon enough you'll be crushing the other Clans under your paw. The battle will be like a walk through the nursery."

And he'll make certain that it is.

He's finally getting what he's wanted, after all.

All that's left is to take it and mold it.

@gammaneise , owl , Aria
#810
notes: Sorry for the wait- here ya go guys! Crowpaw and Quickpaw- meet your killer mentor. Blackeye- here's your future mate! <3 

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[Aria]

Blackeye * The Rebel * To Love

He had been a few weeks since the indecent with ice. Blackeye had made a full recovery was back into action. She was proud to be so strong again and she didn't have her brother worrying so much. Shadowthroat was been there for her the whole time so much Sootpaw had to force him out a few times. It was a great day to be free as a bird. Today was another ceremony in which Sootpaw had chosen her good not once but times to train to cats. She was so happy from him. "Shadowthroat!" She mewed walking over to smoke black. "Congratulations, It looks you'll have your paw full...hehe. If you ever need any please I will be glad to do my share." Maybe we could get a little closer too? 

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Rosepaw * The Princess * To Play

Rosepaw wanted to see who want the ceremony was all around. She remembered her like it was yesterday when she apprenticed they same time as her brother and sisters. However, they failed in comparison when it came to status within the clan. She was best out of all ever- the last has bloomed into deadly flower she posted to be regardless of what other sides. However, her attention grew too she-kit chosen by Sootpaw to mentor by her mother. Sorrelpaw, daughter to Goldenfall and Gorsetrike, what made her so special she had to find out. She walked over to she-cat looked her over.  She grinned warmly show her pearl white teeth.

"Well, well, well." She began with sweet as honey. "Another apprentice had come on the scene. I hope you're ready for the big world, dear it's not for the small and helpless. You can't piggyback off your parents either. My mother Spottedbird is your mentor. She had raised me and six siblings and is known for her high expectations. I hoped you can make the grade." As if she would best me...pfft. "I'll be watching your progress with interested, sweetie. And if can't make the grade you best find yourself a new mentor." She knew she playing with fire but did everyone at some moment did. She glances over to see her mother meet apprentice. "Oh, and here she comes now. Bye, Bye for now. Little one." She walked away to chat with a few of her friends. On the other side of the camp. 

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Notes: For Spottedbird and Sorrelpaw 

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Crowpaw     Crowkit fidgeted in his seat next to Sorrelkit. He was so ready to become an apprentice, earn his name and all. Get a mentor. One that's amazing and will teach me everything. I'm gonna make Goldenfall so proud. He didn't know how to feel about the kittypets joining his clan, Goldenfall never really talked about that. But he didn't like that they had their names called before him, and all the other kits that had been born and raised in the clan. We should've gone first. The pale-colored tom tried not to jump up when his name was called, strife forgotten. Shadowthroat? Didn't he just get his name called... for another apprentice? Is this a mistake, or is he really my mentor? But Sootpaw said nothing else, and soon the ceremony ended. He didn't really care that now he was Crowpaw, instead his thoughts being consumed by his mentor and the "mistake." The black cat had made his way through the crowd and was now standing before Crowpaw. Before the apprentice could speak a word, his mentor was already talking. So he kinda stood there with his mouth half-open, listening. "O-of course, Shadowthroat." Tag: Newt Notes: ignore the half baked trashy post honestly

all it took was a killing spree

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