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Post by rem<EMBER me on May 23, 2007 21:49:15 GMT -5
Hawkstar padded out of his den, his muscles rippling beneath his sand-colored pelt. The sand on the ground shifted beneath his paws as he approached the High ledge, an overturned two-leg boat. He jumped on top of the boat, his thorn sharp claws piercing the moldy, damp wood. He turned so he was facing the cleraing and yowled, "Everyone old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the high ledge for an warrior ceremony!" He sat down on the splintered boat, waiting for the rest of the clan to appear.
Streamsong walked out of the warrior's den, yawning. She approached the High ledge and sat down, waiting for her apprentice and some other clan members to join her.
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Post by Brambles on May 23, 2007 23:07:20 GMT -5
Hollyfeather followed Streamsong from the warrior's den, her creamy fur glowing in the sunlight as her blue-green eyes flashed with curiosity. Sitting beside Streamsong, Hollyfeather meowed, "What do you think is going on?"
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Post by rem<EMBER me on May 24, 2007 14:34:08 GMT -5
Streamsong turned to face Hollyfeather, her blue eyes shining with excitment. "Some of the apprentices are getting their warrior names." She meowed happily. "My apprentice is going to be a warrior!"
Dreamheart padded out of the clearing, following the other two warriors. He sat down beside Streamsong, not even meowing a greeting. He stared off into space as he thought of his own warrior ceemony not too long ago.
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Post by ripped. on May 24, 2007 15:47:48 GMT -5
Rippedpaw came out of the apprentice's den, going to sit by the gathered cats. Her yellow eyes were bright with pure excitement and happiness; she was going to be made a warrior! Yet, there was a small hint of worry in her yellow orbs. She felt as though she had something to live up to, since she was practically Rippedwhisker in a new form or something. She would ask Terrornight sometime later, she decided.
Terrornight padded out of her den, taking a seat by Streamsong and Hollyfeather. "Hi." She greeted the two. "Rippedpaw is going to make a fine warrior. She's so much like Rippedwhisker, its like she returned from DreamClan." She meowed, glancing at the apprentice. Terrornight nudged her son, Dreamheart, in the shoulder. "Hi. Are you okay Dreamheart?" She asked.
Flowerpetal came in the camp from the entrence, a fish in her jaws. She put it in the fresh-kill pile, and went to her brother, nodding her head in greeting shyly to the cats sitting beside them.
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Post by rem<EMBER me on May 24, 2007 16:25:08 GMT -5
Dreamheart blinked and shook his head before turning to his mother, Terrornight. “Yeah.” He meowed. “I’m fine. I was just thinking of when I was made a warrior.” Then he turned towards his sister, “Hello Flowerpetal. How was hunting?”
Streamsong faced her apprentice, smiling. "Hello Rippedpaw." She meowed. "Are you excited?"
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Post by ripped. on May 24, 2007 16:33:09 GMT -5
"Good, good. The prey seemed to be hiding today, though." Flowerpetal replied, wrapping her tail around her paws.
OOC:: Sorry.....writers block
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Post by rem<EMBER me on May 24, 2007 16:38:19 GMT -5
"Yeah I haven't had too much luck hunting lately either." Dreamheart meowed. "Maybe we can go hunting after the ceremony."
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Post by ripped. on May 24, 2007 16:39:43 GMT -5
Flowerpetal nodded. "That sounds good." She meowed, waiting for Hawkstar to start the meeting.
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Post by Brambles on May 24, 2007 19:56:03 GMT -5
Hollyfeather smiled at Terrornight and meowed, "How are the herbs growing?" Hollyfeather's blue-green eyes glowed with excitement at the coming ceremony.
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Post by ripped. on May 25, 2007 6:46:23 GMT -5
"They are growing good, but it would be better if the tansy started growing. I'm a little short on it." Terrornight told her friend. "Would you like to come with me to look for some after the ceremony?" She asked Hollyfeather.
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Post by Brambles on May 25, 2007 12:06:49 GMT -5
"Of course!" Hollyfeather purred in reply, giving Terrornight a friendly nudge on the shoulder.
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Post by ripped. on May 27, 2007 16:13:38 GMT -5
Terrornight purred with pleasure of the thought of spending time with her friend, and looked up at Hawkstar, her mate, wondering when he would start the ceremony. [/center]
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Post by rem<EMBER me on May 27, 2007 19:04:35 GMT -5
Hawkstar looked around at the gathered cats, and decided there were enough there to start the meeting. "Cats of Beachclan!" He began. "I have called this meeting to give some very deserving apprentices their warrior names." He paused for a moment, looking down at the five apprentices: Rippedpaw, Daringpaw, Mustypaw, Darkpaw, and Shallowpaw.
"First, Shallowpaw. By the powers of Dreamclan I give you your warrior name. Shallowpaw, from this moment you will be known as Shallowpool. Dreamclan honors your faith and we welcome you as a warrior of Beachclan." Hawkstar stepped forward and rested his head on top of Shallowpool's before continuing.
"Now for Daringpaw, Mustypaw, and Darkpaw." He meowed. "By the power of Dreamclan, I give the three of you your warrior names. From this moment on, you will be known as Daringspirit, Mustyspark, and Darkstorm. Dreamclan honors each of your strength and we welcome you all as warriors of Beachclan." He stepped forward again and rested his head on each of their's in turn. Then he turned to the last apprentice.
"Rippedpaw." He meowed. "By the power of Dreamclan I give you your warrior name. From this moment on, you will be known as Rippedwhisker." He paused, closing his eyes for a moment. "No one in this clan can deny the fact that you look exactly like our old deputy. I hope that you will grow to be just as great of a warrior as she was. Dreamclan honors your courage and we welcome you as a warrior of Beachclan." He stepped forward to rest his head on top of her's, like he had done for all the other apprentices. Before he pulled back, he whispered into her ear, "You are destined to be great, young one. Don't let anything stop you from following your dreams."
OOC: If anyone doesn't like their warrior name, tell me and I will change it
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Post by ripped. on May 27, 2007 19:12:02 GMT -5
Rippedwhisker, looked at Hawkstar after he whispered to her, and her golden yellow eyes had a look that said, 'I'll do my best for the Clan.' She smiled now she was a warrior, but kept silent because the silent vigil she must do, as Mustyspark, Darkstorm, Shallowpool, and Daringspirit must do as well.
Flowerpetal began the chanting of the warrior names. "Darkstorm, Mustyspark, Daringspirit, Shallowpool, Rippedwhisker!" Terrornight joined in as well in the chanting.
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Post by Amber on May 28, 2007 17:24:15 GMT -5
Shallowpool was so excited; he eagerly looked at all the cats, but kept silent at first. Then he decided to speak anyways. "Congrats!" he meowed to the other new warriors. Somehow he had a tiny flame of hope deep inside him that maybe, now that he was a warrior, the other past apprentices would stop teasing him as much.
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