ICARIAN ✧ NOV MEETING

[Orangestar]

"Be vigilant on patrol today. It's colder than it should be, and your paws will hurt more if you slip. Start to collect moss and bird feathers if you can, too."

Orangestar's breath mists in the morning air as she addresses the Clan brought together by her call just prior, perched atop Highbranch for the first time in two moons. She appreciates the freedom of movement she's regained, unburdened by the weight and sensation of kittens, but her breaths come heavy as if the once-easy climb has taken all her energy. To the experienced SkyClanner it would seem that Orangestar's energy, though always restrained carefully beneath a blunted veneer, had waned the moment she finished the handover of her kits.

There is only one ceremony to be had today, planned privately, a reward for exemplary work over multiple moons. She does not begin with it immediately, but she does seek out a proud golden form among the clustered SkyClanners.

"Figfeather. I have witnessed Daisypaw's most recent assessment: as his mentor, I ask your recommendation. Has Daisypaw learned the skills of a warrior? Does he understand the warrior code?" The lead warrior had been practically beaming with pride when the three of them had returned to camp. Orangestar had to admit that Daisypaw had performed well. He would reach six moons as an apprentice by the next Gathering, and so rewarding him his name just shy of that milestone would not shake the forest floor beneath them.

Figfeather's assertion would be met with a nod, and Orangestar would draw herself upright before settling her expectant look upon Daisypaw.

"In that case: Daisypaw, step forward." As she waits, Orangestar descends to meet him, the same as she would for any apprentice, moons before and moons after. Her eyes search the blue spaces between pine needles above their heads as she begins: "I, Orangestar, leader of SkyClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. He has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend him to you as a warrior in his turn."

Satisfied with her warrior ancestors' lack of intervention, she turns her eyes back to the star-marked apprentice.

"Daisypaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?"

ooc ✧ 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦

• WARRIOR CEREMONY: @Daisypaw (to be named next post)
  
  OCT ACTIVITY SHOUTOUTS (15+): @Fireflyglow @Howlfire @Florabreeze @DOEBLAZE @SILVERSMOKE @Johnnyflame @Owlheart @Sorrelsong @QUILLSTRIKE @Chickbloom @KITESTORM @edenberry ?! @spicepurr @LIONPAW @CANDORPAW @butterflytuft @Whitekit
  
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• ORANGESTAR ✧ she/her, leader of skyclan | six lives
  
  
  — "a scarred white-and-ginger she-cat with brown eyes."
  — mate to slatesnarl ; no apprentice
  — speech is in #D2977D
  — tags | penned by mercibun, contact on discord for plots.
  
  
  
  

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[Daisydrop]

The usual hustle of camp is halted when Orangestar calls forth the need for a meeting, and the mention of how cold it is is met with a small grumble from the older apprentice, his fur instinctively puffing out every time a clanmate so much as stirred the air around him, kicking up the colder air once more. At the mention of collecting more moss and bird feathers he looked over towards his mentor for just a moment, ready to get out once the meeting was over to do just that - it would help the nursery for sure, already warm but could be warmer. Orangestar is silent for a moment as the news processes through everyone before she turns to Figfeather and speaks once more, and Daisypaw couldn't help the look of confusion and surprise on his face as she asks Figfeather in front of the whole clan about his training, about if he had learned what he needed to, and even more surprise is written clear on his face as she nods her head in response before eyes are on him now and he is asked to step forward.

He does so willingly, tail-tip twitching anxiously as his leader's head tilts back and she speaks to the stars, expecting some sort of intervention to show that he was not ready, that he needed more moons of training. When her call is met with silence from the ancestors his fur puffs out once more, though this time not from the cold but from the pride that coursed through him, the thoughts racing through is head now of his dad, hoping that he was witnessing this and was as proud of the soon-to-be warrior as he felt of himself. Orangestar's question directed towards him is met with an "I do." As it had been for every warrior before him, and he waited with baited breath for the few short moments it would take for the leader to respond back with his new name, blessed by StarClan and soon to be called from his clanmates.

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• DAISYPAW ♡ he/him / apprentice of SkyClan
  
  
  ♡ born november 8, 2023. ages realistically
  ♡ adopted by Butterflytuft and Dandelionwish
  ♡ brother to Weedpaw, Fluffypaw, and Budkit
  ♡ mentored by Figfeather
  ♡ speaks in #708abb
  ♡ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ♡ penned by tikki
  

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[butterflytuft]

Butterflytuft sits at the entrance to the nursery where she always does, close enough to both hear the meeting and keep any kits from scrambling out when they shouldn't be. Her tortoiseshell fur fluffs out against the early morning chill, and she finds herself nodding in embarrassed agreement that more bedding would be a blessing for the nursery. And then Orangestar addresses Figfeather, and the queen's breath catches. Wait, is this…? She trusts her sister, of course - Figfeather has been a wonderful mentor - but hearing Daisypaw's achievements acknowledged in front of the whole clan makes her chest swell with joy and surprise. It feels like only yesterday she had been fretting over him as a vulnerable kit, and now, here he stands, ready to take on the responsibilities of a warrior. Her son stands tall before all of SkyClan, anticipation gleaming in his eyes. Pride wells up inside her, bringing a soft mist to her gaze that she quickly blinks away. She wants to remember this moment without tears clouding her vision.

When he makes his vow, Butterflytuft leans forward instinctively, her paws trembling slightly with emotion. She marvels at how composed her child appears, though she knows he must be brimming with nerves. A touch of wistfulness can be seen in her eyes, then. Dandelionwish would be so proud of him, She thinks, her heart aching. She can barely contain herself as she waits for his warrior name to be revealed, ready to cheer louder than she ever has for anyone.
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[Cherryblossom]

Instead of licking it back into place, Cherryblossom buries her nose into the ample fur of her chest just as Orangestar calls attention to the rampant chill of the morning. The leader's haggardness is only intensified by the cold, throwing into relief her war on two fronts: her short fur and motherhood again. Good thing she seemed to have a thing for longhairs. She's lived through a full turn of the seasons since Ashenclaw's death; she has her dead father to thank once more for her full winter's coat.

In that way unblessed, too, is the white-tailed figure she calls up. "Oh wow. Is he—?" she whispers to those sitting next to her, the fog of breath giving away her crime of speaking. She knew he'd been part of the ThunderClan skirmish, but she didn't know he'd done that well. The calico bites back a huff. There was nothing that made Daisypaw particularly special; he'd just happened to be at the right place at the right time. She could've been made a warrior early too had the rogues decided to invade later in Leaf-Bare.

She begrudges him his special day though, lonely as it must be with just him standing there. The vigil too: having to suffer it alone makes her want to shiver. With a flash of amusement, she notes that Butterflytuft would join him in a heartbeat if she could. For once, the tiny tortoiseshell looks like she's bursting at the seams to speak.​

 

[Howlfire]

When Orangestar takes to the Highbranch, Howlfire thinks she seems a little more at ease there, compared to the last time she had given a meeting. Despite that, there's a slight haggardness to her as well, which Howlfire attributes to both the cooling weather, and the fact it was still fairly recent she had given birth.

As she takes her place with her clanmates, Howlfire nodded in acknowledgement when she hears the instruction to be vigilant and to begin gathering supplies such as moss and feathers. They weren't even in leafbare proper yet, but already Howlfire could feel the coldness seeping in. At least she wouldn't have to raising kits through this cold season! After a few moments had passed, Orangestar seeks out Figfeather in the crowd, noting the fact she had witnessed Daisypaw's recent assessment, and asked Figfeather whether she thought he was ready to receive his name. Howlfire looks around to find the young cat in the crowd, hearing a few cats mumble behind her in surprise at his early ceremony.

When Figfeather gave a small nod, Orangestar proceeded to call forward Daisypaw, asking if he was ready to uphold the warrior code and take a warrior name. Young Daisypaw gave a small confirmation and Howlfire could only watch and wait to see what name their leader would bestow.​

 

[Orangestar]

I do.

"Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Daisypaw, from this moment on you will be known as Daisydrop. StarClan honours your resilience and your loyalty," even though his name would be a reference to his prowess in the trees, "and we welcome you as a full warrior of SkyClan."

Orangestar would then, as she did for every new warrior named, lean forward slightly and rest her chin atop his head. While not an outright purr, or a verbal confirmation of the fact that she was pleased, Daisydrop would be able to hear the faint, proud rumble in her throat as she did so. He would sit silent vigil tonight on his own, in the chill, but he would do so with the blessing of StarClan.

"Daisydrop! Daisydrop!" She adds her rasp to the cheers that erupt around them. As they subside, she dismisses him with a nod, tracking his progress. Then, she would find another cat of similar age.

"Sangriapaw, stand." It is not a warrior ceremony that awaits the cinnamon-furred apprentice, barely a half moon younger than her kin. The timing of this had been ... less than lucky, but as a cat who had found herself in the clutches of a similar surprise a moon ago she has some sympathy for the father-to-be. His apprentice, however, is so close to earning her place among their daylight warriors ... "Johnnyflame will not be able to oversee your remaining training. For the remainder of your apprenticeship, I will be your mentor.

"Meeting dismissed."

ooc ✧ 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦

• WARRIOR CEREMONY: @Daisypaw daisydrop!<3
  REASSIGNMENT: @SANGRIAPAW to orangestar<3
  
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  [ art by pin ]
• ORANGESTAR ✧ she/her, leader of skyclan | six lives
  
  
  — "a scarred white-and-ginger she-cat with brown eyes."
  — mate to slatesnarl ; mentoring sangriapaw
  — speech is in #D2977D
  — tags | penned by mercibun, contact on discord for plots.
  
  
  
  

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[Uranuskit]

Small tufts of air billow from Ursabounce's side as one her many patch-work kittens watches the ceremony with wide eyes.
A warrior? But they look so small! She means no disrespect towards the young cat gaining his name, she is simply taken aback by the lack of scars on his fur. After all the stories and worry from her mother, there is an odd juxtaposition between the Warrior in her head and the warrior before her - but her heart swells with pride all the same.
"DAISYDROP!" She yowls, braving the cold for the sake of her clan mate. "DAISYDROP! DAISYDROP!"
Then lucky Sangirapaw gets to be mentored -whatever that means- but the leader! Orangestar certainly looks like what Ursabounce had told her warriors look like - all shoulders and scars and scowls - but she still looked kind.
Do other leaders see that as weakness? Is that why her face is so mean all the time?
"SANGIRA-pa- Momma why aren't they cheering?" Face warm from embarrassment, Uranuskit ducks into her mother's fur. Oops!
Being a warrior must be cool though - you get a cool name, Embarrassment forgotten, her gaze moves to Daisydrop, considering his form for a second before darting back into the nursery for the warmth it provides.

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• she/her 2 moons Peaceful & healing powerplay allowed

 

[SANGRIAFLIGHT]

✧ The mornings are getting colder and colder, and Sangriapaw understands why some cats choose to stay indoors full-time. SkyClan is awesome, but the cold is not. The meeting kicks off with Daisypaw being called forward to receive his warrior name. She cheers for the tom as loudly as she can, her white-capped tail flickering with excitement. "Daisydrop!" It's weird, she thinks, that Orangestar hasn't mentioned Fluffypaw or Weedpaw or Coffeepaw or Sangriapaw herself. They're all about the same age, so they should all be graduating together; maybe the leader just intends to do all their ceremonies separately? Her name is called next, and she steps forward with the thought that she'd been correct. She wonders what her warrioe name will be—something like Sangriaclaw, or maybe even Sangriastorm! Excited energy wells up in her, paws shifting across the dirt, but it's stifled just as quickly as it rises. She's… not receiving a warrior name at all? What does Orangestar mean, the rest of her apprenticeship? She should… she should be with Daisydrop now, proudly getting a new name and a new ranking. The fact that the leader herself will be taking over her training passes over her head with hardly any notice. "Um-" she stops short, waiting for Orangestar to say something else, or maybe change her mind. Surely that isn't it—surely she's just kidding, or something like that. Because it doesn't make sense.

But then: meeting dismissed. "What?" Her voice drops to a hush, a hiss. Disbelief courses through her, bristling the mussed-up fur along her spine. "Why can't I just be a warrior, too? Why does he get to and not me?" Her temper flares as she turns twin green flames upon her cousin. She isn't angry at Daisydrop, not really—she's angry at everyone else. Figfeather, for being distant and unreachable and pretending she isn't even a parent. Johnnyflame, for being unable to train her, unable to keep yet another promise to her. Orangestar, for thinking that she should have to step in for not even half a moon, just because she doesn't think Sangriapaw is ready. Well, she's been ready. And she'll always be ready. So why is everyone being so unfair, just like they had been when she was young and got called a stupid kittypet? She's shown them, with claws and teeth and fire and blood, so why?

can’t stop us ♫˚.⋆⭒ gliding down the rainbow

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• SANGRIAPAW ❯❯ she/her, daylight apprentice of skyclan
  ⭃ wild-furred cinnamon torbie with white spotting and vibrant leaf-green eyes. bold, bright, and curious.
  ⭃ daughter of fantastream & figfeather ; sister to coffeepaw
  ⭃ mentored by johnnyflame
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ⭃ penned by foxlore

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[Bellabloom]

＊✿❀○❀✿＊ She lightly kicked at the dirt under her paws. A part of her was glad she came, and another wished she'd simply skipped this one. Even though Bella knew that her name wasn't going to be called, she turned her leafy green eyes and looked upon Highrock hopeful. When just Daisypaw's name was called, she could feel her heart drop. The multicolored shecat remained smiling; he had earned it, of course, just like every warrior before him. And she had not. "Daisydrop! Daisydrop!" Bella cheered, her voice lost in the mixture of the crowd.

Bella welcomed the chill of the oddly cold leaffall air as her eyes burned with the effort of holding back her frustrated tears. Her six-moon-old self would be disappointed to see her still struggling, still the same old dumb kittypet. She sucked in a shaken breath and turned to leave. She spared a glance at Sangriapaw as she demanded an answer as to why she didn't get her own warrior name. It wasn't for her to answer and continues on with her head low.

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  Bella bell — She/Her ･ 12 moons ･ Skyclan apprentice･ PENNED BY @Ghostunes!

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[FLUFFYPAW]

Orangestar calls the Clan together, and Fluffypaw worms her way into the crowd, her breath puffing before her whiskers. Her thick cream-and-tortoiseshell fur is fluffed up against the cold, making her look much bigger than she is, and her jade-colored eyes are round as moon as the leader begins to address them. "Be vigilant on patrol today," the scarred she-cat tells her warriors, and Fluffypaw nods. Of course, she's always careful, whether she's outside camp or not... so the warning isn't really for her.

The apprentice's ears flick as Figfeather's name is called. She searches for her aunt's yellow pelt amidst her Clanmates, wondering what the lead warrior is being recognized for. But then Daisypaw's name is called, and Fluffypaw's mouth breaks into a wide smile. His warrior ceremony!

Figfeather asserts that her littermate has the skills of a warrior, that he knows the warrior code by heart, and Orangestar continues her ceremony. She seeks her brother's soft, white-speckled gray pelt, and her heart fills with warmth as she hears his declaration: "I do."

Orangestar leaps from the Highbranch, crowning her brother with her scarred muzzle. "Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name." She announces that he is now Daisydrop, a full warrior of SkyClan! Fluffypaw shrieks with excitement, all niceties forgotten: "Daisydrop! Daisydrop!" She breaks rank, flooding to her littermate's side, and she presses her fluffy body against his. "I can't believe it! You're a warrior!" And despite everything, there's no envy in her tone — nor is there a single note of sourness. She's genuinely thrilled for her brother and his big moment.

She can see Butterflytuft at the mouth of the nursery, and Fluffypaw grins in her direction. She knows her mama has to be so proud — Daisydrop is her first kit to become a warrior!

But the celebration is seemingly cut short. Orangestar reassigns her cousin Sangriapaw from Johnnyflame to herself, and the cinnamon tortoiseshell explodes, fiery: "What? Why can't I just be a warrior, too? Why does he get to and not me?" Her kin's emerald eyes flash with indignation, and Fluffypaw's jaw drops. She thinks she'd have dropped dead before she talked to Orangestar in that manner, but... well... Sangriapaw doesn't always think before she says things.

Fluffypaw pulls away from Daisydrop's side, feeling unsure. "I'm sure you'll be a warrior soon, too," she tries aimlessly to soothe her cousin, but she flinches in advance at the tongue-lashing she might receive in return.

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• Fluffykit . Fluffypaw, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — 12 moons old, ages realistically on the 8th.
  — mentored by Greeneyes ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a.
  — skyclan apprentice. butterflytuft x dandelionwish, gen 3.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  lh chocolate tortie/cream chimera with jade eyes. frightened, clingy, anxious, gentle.

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[butterflytuft]

Her son makes his vow and her heart thumps in a steady, excited rhythm. When she looks at him, she can still see the wide-eyed kit who had once tumbled over his own paws, eager to play. Memories of him pestering her for stories and practicing hunting crouches in the nursery creep into her thoughts, bringing a bittersweet smile to her face. Time had flown like the leaves in leaf-fall, and now he stands before the clan, ready to be named a full warrior. Her son had worked tirelessly, through early dawns and late-night trainings with her strict sister, proving himself to be capable. He's resilient, kind, and steadfast, and he's earned this.

When Orangestar finally bestows upon him his warrior name, the sound of it resonates through the clearing. Pride bursts forth in the queen and she calls out his new name with all the love a mother's voice could carry, her tone brimmimg with joy. "Daisydrop! Daisydrop!" Her chant joins the clan's, and she lets her gaze rest on him, taking in every detail of his expression, his posture, the way he carries himself. She's too caught up in her excitement that she hardly registers her niece's dismay (a fact she'll certainly feel guilty about later) as she rushes forward to join Fluffypaw at Daisydrop's side.
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