camp blinded by my blood ࿐࿔ surprise ceremony

[lichenstar]

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CLAIM THE BURIAL I SEEK IN DREAMS FLOWING RIVER CEMETARY ✧

• Her veins boiled with the need to act... with an excitement that shivers down her spine and breeds impatience. Feeds a stupid hunger that grows more and more thoughtless. Despite their hardships they continued to fight... to win... to find strength in each other no matter the odds. It was emboldening... and who better to serve as an example of what the ideal warrior looked like?
  
  Her eyes snap towards fog-curled pelt, a light of something eager in raindrop stare. No more waiting... no more rolling over and taking the beatings of fate lying down. The clans would not shove RiverClan around like they had in seasons past.. would not walk away with only tufts of fur lost. They'd bleed for their crimes.. a delayed sentencing they thought they'd escaped.
  
  They'd just bided their time.
  
  "Twinklepaw," she calls, rushing up the river rocks to stand above her clan, an impromptu signaling for a meeting outside of her typical schedule. Her child stood as a proud testament to their stubborn will to survive. A shining, gleaming beacon. The symbol of pride she hadn't known she'd been starving for from the day of their birth. Had she fostered that stubborn will...? Had Hazecloud's keen mind honed that blade so quickly?
  
  It doesn't matter, her tongue cares not to wait for her brain to consider. To wonder at the implications, to ruminate on this being a rushed mistake.
  
  "You've shown... a stubborn ferocity... in the face... of fateful opposition... StarClan brings us... an early chill," she speaks, weaving the image of a great warrior though there is still round youthfulness on those bones. "You fight... without hesitation... and win." Would she do the same had it been someone outside of her brood? She likes to think so.. wants to bring Splashdance to mind. (Was that not because it had benefitted her son?) Wants to crow about Brookstorm's success. (Had that not been disproven in an early death?)
  
  The crown tilts forward, blinding the bias of blood from her view.
  
  "I, Lichenstar... leader of RiverClan," the ruffled bird sings for recognition, "Call upon my... warrior ancestors to... look down on this... apprentice." Her teeth flash with a wild sort of sheen, more alike an over-eager dog than the cat she was. "They've trained hard.. fought hard... to understand your code... and I commend them... to you as.. a a warrior in turn." Are those mumbles of approval... or frustrated confusion? Twinklepaw is barely ten moons old.
  
  "Twinklepaw do you... promise to uphold... the warrior code... even at the cost... of your life?" She leans forward slightly, claws dug into the stone with a kit-like restlessness and hardly waits for the mouthed words of confirmation to continue her barking.
  
  "Then... under StarClan's approval.... I give you your... warrior name. From this moment... you will be known... as Twinkleflight." Because her paws would carry her soaring across these river-wound fields. She would reach new heights never dreamed of until she touched those stars she was so named for. She would be blinding... She would be everything Lichenstar hadn't been at her age.
  
  They would be perfect.
  
  "StarClan honors you... for your bravery... and drive." They did not sit around in wait for opportunity. They took it. She'd seen it first-paw when she'd reclaimed prey from the jaws of a predator when that sort of ferocity was needed most. No one could afford to starve. Not when the moon was fast approaching... and the promise of a long-withheld victory lingered on the horizon.
  
  "We welcome you... as a full warrior... of RiverClan." Her nose tips up, haughty and proud, before rapidly descending her perch to touch noses with her child, lips spread wide in a smile. She was certain it had been a surprise.
  
  Now to hope that fate did not laugh in spite of her.
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  speech hex code ✧ #6368A5
  
  ooc notes ✦ NEPOTISM EARLY PROMO?! IN MY RIVERCLAN???
  tagging ✶ @TWINKLEPAW
  penned by tieirlys
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[Twinkleflight]

There was nothing special today, the meeting had passed long before now and any news about ThunderClan would be announced first right? So why does her mother call to her? The apprentice is quick to stand, approaching the river rocks where Lichenstar now stands. There is that hunger in her eyes as there normally is, seemingly to be reflected in the leaders own. They stand rigidly, unsure if this is something good or something bad. They don't remember anyone else being singled out like this, had she really messed up that bad with the otter?

They think to craft up their goodbyes but she hasn't seen them stand so eagerly. There's hope that must mean she's done something good then, unless Lichenstar was itching for another exile so soon? A stubborn ferocity.. fighting to win, they blink in confusion even if that glimpse of hope in her eyes doesn't wish to dissapear. There is a pride that swells within her, for them to not only notice one of those rare times where she didn't shy away from her talents but to acknowledge it too.

There is an inherent guilt that comes with it, would Horizonpaw and Eveningpaw feel proud of their sister as their mother lists her achievement? Is there something deeper? Twinklepaw tries to not think about it. Mind and body anchored in this spot, paws rooted against the ground and body held together so tightly they're sure their muscles will ache afterwards.

Lichenstar presses onwards, crowing to StarClan themself to look upon her. Her heart thrums and their blood flows, laced with adrenaline. Is this? The realisation dawns and her already wide eyes pry themselves open to reveal the ivory that lies beyond the eye. She confirms it, the mention of the word warrior causes their cloudy fur to bristle. Her heartbeat grows loud in their ears, a strange melody of anticipation. It's similar to what they felt as she dived after that otter, something that brings horror yet divine euphoria. Freeing herself from a cage of self restraint once more.

"I do" she all but shouts, unsure if it would come out as a whisper and instead tumbling out as a cry. A mangled bird call of her own to match her mothers, jumping out to eagerly accept before them and the stars. Before the opportunity that's been presented to her becomes ripped away. They pay no mind to those whispering around her, she refuses to acknowledge anyone else than what's in front of her. This a pedestal placed before her, they're smart enough to realise this and she steps on it anyways.

Twinkleflight is their new name, they think back to what Ferngil had said about his warrior name just feeling right. She wasn't too sure about it at the time but now they're confident, this had been a missing piece in their life. A part of themself they can now hold, to feel whole. For her bravery and drive, the fur on her nape stands on end as she digs her paws into the ground.

They're still frozen in this spotlight placed upon then when Lichenstar approaches to touch noses with her. She of course meets the action, a wide grin on her maw as she touches their nose. "Thank you, I won't let you down" they murmur, once again no one else present matters as much as the individual in front of her. Their leader and their mother, the judge of her future. Duty rests heavy on her young shoulders and they are determined to carry it with ease.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ MAMA SAID IM SPECIAL ➹ I WAS ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

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• TWINKLEFLIGHT
  They/she, RiverClan apprentice, 10 moons
  ★ A sleek yet tufted short haired blue point with blue eyes
  ☆ Littermates w/ Eveningpaw, Horizonpaw and Snowflakekit †
  ★ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ Speech (#C9BAF3), thoughts
  ★penned by Juice | ouijeejuice on discord

​

 

[EVENINGPAW]

It is a day like any other day, which is to say, nothing special. Eveningpaw worries about this and that, something that is entirely new and definitely brought upon her by slowly but surely growing. She is getting older each day... a fact that sticks true to everybody, but it is an odd one for her specifically, because it reminds her of so many changes. Long gone are the comfortable days spent beside Hazecloud's belly; long gone are the days spent with Riverpaw in tow; long gone are the days training with Gladefrost. Each new development puts bigger and bigger distance between them and Snowflakekit. The injustice of it has not managed to peel off her.

When Lichenstar calls for an impromptu meeting, Eveningpaw's eyes graze their scar-laden flank with concern. What now? Another fire? More floods? The rivers have officially frozen over? That last one is blessedly impossible, considering Eveningpaw can see the stream around camp just fine, but RiverClan has had so many cases of misfortune lately. It is difficult not to jump to the worst conclusion, even for somebody as positive as Eveningpaw.

"What'd you do?" Eveningpaw keeps her voice quiet as she asks Twinklepaw, moments before scooching past her, considering Lichenstar only wants to talk to her sister. Nothing comes to mind... in fact, Twinklepaw has been useful instead of anything harmful.

And when Lichenstar finally speaks, realization hits her like a strong gust of wind. So it is praise! More than that — a warrior ceremony before it is Twinklepaw's time, surely the greatest honor to be had.

Sitting still proves to be a challenge, unsurprisingly. At this point, Eveningpaw can recite the traditional speech that Lichenstar has to go through before giving her sister a new name. Eveningpaw mutters it quietly; for the first time in her life, she is impatient as Lichenstar talks in their usual, slow pace. Finally, finally... "Twinkleflight! Twinkleflight!" Her voice surely rises above the rest.

A purr threatens to sweep Twinkleflight off her feet, considering how Eveningpaw weaves her body alongside her sibling's in solidarity. Joy comes off her in waves; she had not yet considered the fact that her sister would now be spending nights in another den. "I'm so proud of you!"
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[iciclefang]

This ceremony is impromptu. Iciclefang lies in repose in a shaft of sunlight, though she hardly feels the warmth when the ground beneath her is so cold in response. Her short rest is cut shorter as Lichenstar blazes toward River Rock, her voice a shrill command to gather. To honor someone. The tortoiseshell wonders if the lynx point is adding another cat to her council, though she could not imagine who that might be; regardless, she pushes herself to her paws and navigates the crowd.

Lichenstar begins by extolling this cat's virtues, their ferocity, their willingness to fight. Iciclefang tilts her head curiously. Who could she be talking about? And then she sees the cat — pale, blue-pointed, blue-eyed. Twinklepaw. The lead warrior's eyes narrow; surprise ripples across her face. Twinklepaw and her littermates are only ten moons old! She had still reached her eleventh moon when Smokestar had battled her for the right to earn her warrior name early amidst her Clanmates.

The tortoiseshell's mouth curls into an uncertain frown. What feat had Twinklepaw managed to earn this early of a warrior name? Iciclefang stares first at the youth, and then at the leader who'd sired her, feeling judgment sour her mouth.

Regardless, when Twinkleflight is given her warrior name, Iciclefang does not begrudge her the celebration she had supposedly earned. The lead warrior adds her voice to Eveningpaw's: "Twinkleflight! Twinkleflight!"

Even as she cheers, though, she keeps her sharp gaze on Lichenstar, wondering just what her leader was thinking.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: —
• 
• Iciclekit . Iciclepaw . Iciclefang, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — 29 moons old, ages realistically on the 17th.
  — mentored by Smokestar ; mentoring Pinepaw ; previously mentored Cicadaflight
  — riverclan lead warrior. mudpelt x icesparkle, gen 2.
  — former mate to Stormywing ; current mate to no one.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  sh tortoiseshell and white she-cat with ice-blue eyes. confident, capable, proud, dry, conceited, condescending, distrustful.

​

 

[salmonshade]

A meeting. Not normally addressed like one, starting off with Twinklepaws name rather than a call for them to gather. She gathers anyways, drawing herself up from where she had been repairing dens.

I, Lichenstar, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice, and the smile that Lichenstar flashes is... Not like her, not normally. What are you doing? It is a curious question with no real ill-will, pretend-brows scrunching as she studies her leader. She goes on and finally it clicks that this is a naming ceremony.

We welcome you as a full warrior of Riverclan.

She blinks at her mate, once, then twice, then turns to find Hazecloud, did I miss something? A conversation? Anything at all, was she not paying attention? Had she zoned out for this, had it even been discussed? Would I have deserved to know? Sudden guilt washes over her like the river would, blue eyes flitting across each gathered clanmates face before they settle on Iciclefang for just a brief moment. The lead warrior looks surprised, even if just for a second, and her shoulders loosen just a tad- she's not the only one feeling blindsided, uncomfortable with this. Salmonshade has all the faith in her own apprentice, yet for a second her stomach drops, fearful that it is his name that Lichenstar will call next. Would she deny her that? They're only ten moons, she wants to protest out loud, but ever-loyal and faithful she is, she stays quiet for a few more heartbeats. Once a pause long enough for no other names to be called comes up, she breathes a heavy sigh of relief...

Finally, she raises her voice in to a chant to join in with the others, "Twinkleflight, Twinkleflight!"

𝖠 𝖬𝖨𝖫𝖫𝖨𝖮𝖭 𝖬𝖨𝖫𝖤𝖲 𝖥𝖱𝖮𝖬 𝖧𝖮𝖬𝖤, 𝖨𝖬 𝖶𝖠𝖫𝖪𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖠𝖶𝖠𝖸 ଳ⋆｡ 𝖨𝖬 𝖥𝖱𝖮𝖹𝖤𝖭 𝖳𝖮 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖡𝖮𝖭𝖤𝖲

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  ❥ salmonshade ʚ♡ɞ salmon
  ❥ cis female ʚ♡ɞ she/her ʚ♡ɞ 44 months
  ❥ riverclan warrior ʚ♡ɞ mentoring horizonpaw
  ❥ chocolate tortie smoke with blue eyes ʚ♡ɞ tall & regal
  ❥ "speech, fd9367" ʚ♡ɞ thoughts
  ❥ taken ʚ♡ɞ lesbian
  ❥ smells like freshly cut grass & rain ʚ♡ɞ echoes of greenleaf
  ❥ penned by chuff

 

[BEEFANG]

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ — The black smoke's tattered ear flicks to the side as a frown tugs at her lips wondering why Lichenstar had called upon one of her kittens before rushing to the river rocks and stand before their clan. Beefang can't help the way that her snout begins to wrinkle for a mere heartbeat wondering what feat Twinklepaw had achieved that she's graduating earlier than the rest of her littermates and at the age of ten moons old, it causes her eyebrows to knit together not certain of how she should feel about this but she watches from near the medicine den. Her whiskers twitch as she sees the ceremony unfold before her and Twinklepaw eagerly accepts upholding the warrior code like every to-be warrior, it isn't long until she recieves the name Twinkleflight and those present begin to chant the newly made warriors name.

Her feathery tail lashes behind her but Beefang joins in out of respect for Lichenstar even if she questions the decision of the blue point molly "Twinkleflight! Twinkleflight!" It makes her wonder how Hazecloud feels about this but the black smoke hasn't caught sight of the deputy so once the chanting is over, the lead warrior falls silent not liking the sour feeling embedded within her. Had Smokestar still been around would he had done the same and graduated her earlier than the rest of her littermates? A little part of her doubts it...

DROWN IN YOUR SORROW AND FEARS ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ CHOKE ON YOUR BLOOD AND YOUR TEARS

• ooc —

• 

  WARRIOR SKILLSET;
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ HUNTING
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧ TRACKING
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧ COMBAT
  — ✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧ STEALTH
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧ STRATEGY
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ SWIMMING
  — ✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ CLIMBING
• 
  ✦ a shorthaired black smoke molly w/low white and a singular amber eye
  ✦ oftentimes comes off as untrusting of those around her, closed off, and not the easiest to engage in conversation with, she's not easy to befriend. distrusting of outsiders and will snap at you if y/c walks up to her on her blind side. all her opinions are IC only.
  ✦ 16 moons old; ages the 10th every month
  ✦ asexual homoromantic; mated to moonbeam
  ✦ currently mentoring... roepaw ; formerly mentored by smokestar
  ✦ firstborn daughter of cicadastar and smokestar
  ✦ sister of cicadaflight and loveburn
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[horizonpaw]

He is much like Salmonshade and Eveningpaw in what he feels- hope that Twinklepaw wasn't in trouble, a deep feeling in his stomach tells him, however, that it wouldn't be a scolding. Lichenstar wouldn't call a whole meeting for giving his sibling punishment. Ears twitch as he comes to rest near his mentor, sharing a doubtful glance with Salmonshade- but she's looking past him at his mother, and his ears twitch, vision moving back towards Twinklepaw.

He knows those words- I call upon my warrior ancestors...- A breath snags in his throat. Vision widens as Twinklepaw is no longer a -paw, but she has become Twinkleflight. A name so befitting her, and joy bursts forth at first. Then it is hard-snagged guilt, envy, bubbling up in his throat, and it takes all he can to bite down on his tongue and stare forward with an impasse of a face. Horizonpaw's ears betray him- they turn and lay backwards, looking on as his sister is given a station above them. Leaving us behind. His breath resumes moments later.

Salmonshade chanting is the only thing that drags him out of his spiral, and his voice lifts. "Twinkleflight! Twinkleflight..." She'll be leaving the apprentice's den. She won't train with them anymore. They're leaving us behind. Vision shifts towards Eveningpaw, desperately trying to catch her attention, and when he fails, he pushes to his paws and slips off to a secluded part of camp.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ┌── YEAH YOU KNOW I LOVE ⋅❁⋅ TO GET HIGH ON MY LOWS ──┐‎

• "speech"

• 

• HORIZONPAW he/him, apprentice of riverclan, nine moons.
  ⭃ SH blue tabby with low white and deep green eyes. he is gangly, with long limbs and a longer tail that give him the illusion of being tall despite being average height otherwise. looks on with slightly anxious but normally happy expressions
  ⭃ mentored by salmonshade / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ padding after no one / / littermate to twinklepaw, eveningpaw, and snowflakekit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[SUNSPARK]

Adults are flawed. It's something that Sunpaw learned pretty quickly in her life. Her mom, who let her get taken away, who never looked for her. The Twolegs, who would let their own kits run wild and rampant and often leave Sunpaw - Anna, then - scrambling for cover or forced to kiss and claw against their grabbing paws. Adults are people like Foxtail, who took a private conversation public, who stutters and fears even in his age and his rank. Flawed is... This, maybe. Though she's not sure yet if she would quite put that word on Lichenstar, there's something about her tone, the gleam in her eyes as she calls upon Twinklepaw

Calls upon one of Sunpaw's friends.

Except she's not Twinklepaw anymore, she's Twinkleflight and Sunpaw watches in the small crowd of gathered cats with similar glances of apprehension and the understanding of... why, maybe, this is occuring. Is it weirder, since it's Twinklepaw-flight's- own mother? Sunpaw can't be sure. Twinklepaw is younger than she is, isn't she? Is she really ready to be a warrior, to fight in a battle, when even Sunpaw isn't ready to be one?

She hopes Twinkleflight will be okay.

"Twinkleflight!" she calls just once, so her voice is part of the fray. Just once, because she won't be responsible for what happens to Twinkleflight after this. She can just hope. And maybe pray. And accept that they're all part of this tumbling Clan structure that asks so much of them all.​