StormClan Ceremonies 7/16/15

[Carotius]

OOC: I recommend reading this whole thing while listening to this music.

~Swallowpaw~ Wolf

The torbie felt a little disappointed to hear that from here on out, she couldn't always be with her siblings. So far in her short life, everything was always with her siblings, be it playing, getting into trouble with the warriors and elders, and even getting earfuls from Smokepounce and Fallenstorm. Sure, they would sleep together in the apprentices' den, but other than that...well, they were each on their own.

Swallowpaw was just about to lead the tabby on to find her other siblings, but when she turned, she quickly whipped back around, trying to maintain a weird mix between a stoic face and an enthusiastic one. The scene she saw? Her one other torbie sibling standing in the centre of a trio of warriors, her fierce eyes glaring at a large tom who had cocked his head inquisitively towards the calico she-cat; Mottlepaw's spotted silver mentor was obviously itching to get out of there.

"On second thought, Ripplestorm sir, that can wait another day!" she butted her head against the grey tabby's sturdy leg, attempting to nudge him towards the camp entrance without having to see the sight. "How about a tour? Or maybe some battle training? Or, or, or hunting for flying squirrels!"

~~~~~oOo~~~~~

~Silverspot~ Babylonranger Twix 
OOC: GAWD THEY'RE ALL SUCH KNUCKLEHEADS XD

The silver warrior found himself caught in the middle of a ridiculous bickering within a heartbeat of greeting his new apprentice, and he let out a sigh of despairing frustration. He already suspected Webfire would make mention of the fact he was hanging around with Leafdapple should he find out - it was typical Webfire, oddly enough. It really did NOT help that the calico had responded to his friend's jibe, and one that was about relationship between toms and she-cats.

"C'mon, it's nothing like that..." he began, imploring Leafdapple with his yellow eyes, one ear flopping down already. "He's just checking in on me."

Silverspot inwardly groaned when the larger white tom with the blue eyes didn't take the hint. "I'm fully aware of the concept, not to mention quite used to it as well. Is it wrong to get to know a mutual friend better?"

Oh, please don't go there.

~~~~~oOo~~~~~

~Webfire~

Honestly, what was Silverspot thinking when he met up with this foul-tempered calico? HOW did he even remotely come to get to know her, out of all the other she-cats living in StormClan? The questions kept coming to the black-footed tom, who gave Silverspot one look that only said silver tabby understood. And you called me egg-headed. His friend's long-furred apprentice was giving him the stink-eye at this point, and he didn't like it too much either.

Webfire felt his brother nudging him in the shoulder with a quick words, to which he turned a playfully sulky face. "but you wanted to meet her, didn't you? I got the conversation going for you!" he whined, pushing out his lower lip while his ears pinned themselves back against his head. Blue eyes were widened for extra dramatic effect, one that which he knew his best friend would giggle at, even if he didn't want to. "Aww, but if you wanna go off after this chance, then sure, let's go grab a squirrel or something."

One could hear the rough splutter of air amongst the gathered five, denoting the presence of a laughter that was trying to be held back. Upon a short investigation, the cats would realise that the spurt of laughter came from a certain spotted tabby, whose paw was covering his muzzle in the aforementioned failed attempt to not giggle at the white tom's antics. Well...he's got some laughing done, at least. That's a good start. He gave Leafdapple a sidelong glance with his eyes. I'm still keeping an eye on you. but for now, a hungry stomach was asking to be fed.

"Ah, well, we'll leave you for your introductions and all. See you later, Silverspot!" Webfire bade his friend farewell, ruffling the top of the smaller tom's head with his black-tipped tail as he padded past the lot to the fresh-kill pile, using the momentum of his tail to beckon Lightningflame. "Oh, by the way, your favourite flower got trampled by a vole earlier."

"WHY WOULD THE VOLE DO THAT?"


OOC: That last part is for comic purposes. XD

[Twix]

-Leafdapple-
A soft growl rumbled in the calico she-cat's throat as the white tom made his own come-back, but this time she bit back a response. I'm just trying to help Silverspot, that's all. He obviously needs someone to rely on and it doesn't seem like that someone is you. She wanted to use the thoughts to cut through Webfire's ego, but knew this wasn't the time or place. She glanced over at Mottlepaw, and the newly made apprentice was giving him a rather fierce glare as well. I like this she-cat, Leafdapple thought amusingly. but when her attention returned to the warriors that surrounded her, she caught the ending moments of one of Webfire's stupid faces. Ugh, give me a break. How could anyone find such stupidity funny? That was when she heard the laughter that erupted from Silverspot, even though he did his best to hide it. She grumbled unapprovingly, though she was at least happy that he was feeling happy again, for the moment anyways. but she was even happier when Webfire's brother, whatever his name was, managed to drag the pair away and off they went towards the freshkill pile. The calico let out a little sigh of relief. What an aggravating tom cat.


-Applepaw-
His eyes sparkled at the news. "You have another apprentice?! What's his name?? Of course I'd like to train with him! I bet I catch up in no time!" The ginger tom's excitement bubbled even more that he knew he would most likely have a for-sure training partner, another apprentice like him besides his mentor. Though he picked up on the fact that she didn't seem to happy to be gaining another apprentice. It bothered him a little, and hoped that wouldn't make her disinterested in him. but at the sound of his tour- his first chance to see the forest, since his grandfather Fallenstorm always kept them in camp thanks to his over-protective nature- made him lose all his worries that had arisen only a moment ago. "Yes! Let's go now!" He gave a little, happy bounce as he made his way over towards the camp entrance.

[Wolf]

"Alright, alright!" He purred, flashing a glare at the bickering mentors. How immature of them, fighting at a ceremony. The older tom thought begrudgingly, though he shook it away as he led the excited young she-cat towards the entrance. "How about some hunting? Not for flying squirrels mind you, they're way too advanced for an untrained apprentice like you." Ripplestorm teased with a flick of his tail against the young cat's shoulder. Carotius

[Vinepool]

Snailpaw watched as the tom mouthed more words. She clenched her teeth and thought oh no, what do I do, maybe I should get Grasspaw or something. She smiled and flicked her ears slightly hoping maybe she could signal Grasspaw or something. She flicked her tail and watched as Grasspaw saw her and stalked over. She smiled and glanced at her sister and then waited for her sister to come over and tell her mentor that she was deaf.

---

Grasspaw bounced eagerly at her mentor when she noticed her sister flicking her ears and tail. She rolled her eyes and thought she must need help. She looked up at her mentor and said," one second, I want to say hi to my sister". She broke away from her mentor and padded towards her sister. She stopped in front of her sister and her mentor and said," hello there, I'm Snailpaw's sister and I'm here to bring a message from her". She paused to take a quick breath and then said," well, she is deaf, that's why she isn't answering". She waited for Snailpaw's mentor to answer.

[Babylonranger]

~Mottlepaw~

Out of the corner of her dark green eyes, the young torbie she-cat saw her sister try to usher her own mentor away from the group of warriors standing over Mottlepaw. Gritting her teeth, the new apprentice glared at the splotchy tom again. Why, in the name of Starclan, had he decided to approach Silverspot now?

Her mentor's words confused her though. 'Checking in on him'? Did that mean the two were friends, not adversaries? Judging by Silverspot's laughter at the tom's antics toward the other white-and-black cat who'd tried to draw him away, Mottlepaw had to acknowledge that they probably were.

Once the two similarly patterned toms left, the young she-cat looked up at Silverspot and Leafdapple. "Who were they?" she asked, confused.

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~Lightningflame~

The black-masked tom snorted at the face Webfire made, glad that his brother's friend had laughed as well. "Yes, because of course I wanted to talk to Leafdapple right when she and Silverspot are meeting with his apprentice for the first time," he said, rolling his yellow eyes.

Still, he followed Webfire towards the fresh-kill pile after giving the three cats a polite nod. "I have the feeling his apprentice is annoyed with you," he said quietly, grinned as he grabbed a squirrel from the pile.

[ℓυиαя]

Tags: Honey for Sootpaw. Also, anyone feel free to engage with him c:

The familiar call of his sister flooded the Stormclan camp, twisting and turning its way through gradually falling leaves to the ears of the cats milling the camp. Forest green eyes pinned instantly on the sight of his sister making her way from her den to where she would present the ceremonies - the tom so akin to her making his way over to sit nearby. Unlike other cats, Honeyclaw didn't weave through his clanmates, instead just walking in a straight line towards his destination and letting them find their way around him. Powerful muscles rippled underneath a golden pelt as he curled his tail around his white paws and sat, keeping a steady, if not somewhat arrogant, gaze upon the gathering cats.

What useless flea bags were going to get promoted without earning it this time, hmm?

Pulling his whiskers back as kits rushed past him to get appointed to their -paw status, Honeyclaw watched on until his name was called to mentor Sootpaw - a black tom he had seen around camp from time to time. Honeyclaw was in no way surprised that his sister had chosen him to mentor yet again. He was one of the best in Stormclan and those he mentored became strong assets. For her to not appoint him, would be mousebrained - but then again, his sister had always had a head on her shoulders. While this mindset might have seemed cocky to some, to Honeyclaw it was simply fact and he had proved himself over and over again.

Cats began to disperse around him, newly made apprentices off to find their mentors, cats swarming in to congratulate the new warriors. For Honeyclaw, they were still yet to prove themselves. Rising to his feet, Honeyclaw spotted the black tom not far from where he had sat and so he made his way over not bothering with pleasantries. "Sootpaw, training begins tomorrow at dawn." His voice was strong, powerful and left no room for arguments. If Sootpaw wanted to be the best in the clan, he had to listen to the best. Possibly he could celebrate when he got his warrior name.

Potentially.

Turning his tail around, the strong set warrior went to move off, a flick of his ears the only departing word. They would see how Sootpaw fared tomorrow morning but it took a lot, a lot, to impress him.

[Honey]

ℓυиαя

Sootkit couldn't help but quiver with excitement. He was finally old enough to become an apprentice of StormClan. Yellow eyes were wide with wonder and pure bliss. It was his time to show what he could do. He could show StormClan that, maybe, one day he could be leader. Sitting tall, black tail wrapped around his paws, Sootkit felt himself swell with pride at the sound of his name being called. Slowly the crowd around him faded out and all he could see what himself catching prey, fighting off rogues and saving kits! Hearing his mentor's name pulled him from his reverie. Honeyclaw?! That was Goldenstar's brother! He knew for a fact that this tom was hard to please and was quite happy to be paired with him. 

At the same time the golden warrior was walking toward him, Sootpaw was winding his way to find his new mentor. Large yellow eyes locked with brilliant green ones and something shifted in the tiny kit. It was something that would develop over time, but it was significant in that moment. He felt a sense of seriousness, determination and he knew he wasn't a bumbling tuff of fur that rolled around in the nursery. He was no longer just a "kit" of StormClan. Sootpaw was becoming a warrior. He would be tested, have to fight, hunt and take care of those who couldn't care for themselves. Standing a little taller the young tom felt no need to respond to Honeyclaw (his body language made that clear) and instead he dipped his head went off to the Apprentice Den to claim a new nest.

Tomorrow at dawn. 

Tail waving happily above his sturdy body, Sootpaw couldn't smother the smile that formed on his lips. He may be serious about his new path but the moment he was in now didn't call for it.