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Dawnglare's dream is a call to action, and it's one he grasps with eager, massive golden paws. The stars are urging them away from the forest, and he's never been more ready to leave. WindClan met them coldly, Sootstar unabashedly admitting to her crime and threatening them with every breath she exhaled. Her Clanmates, even the nicest among them, had only stood beside her, a walking murderer with no remorse.
Blazestar will not forget her slight to SkyClan, to Rain's surviving sons and daughters. He will never forget it. SkyClan will carry that burden, and someday, he knows, WindClan will pay. They will force her to pay without sacrificing any more SkyClan lives.
Perhaps the answer to this is in the Twolegplace?
He shakes his thick, silken cream coat and ascends to his spot above his Clanmates. Uncharacteristically, Blazestar's eyes are fiery with feeling. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey meet beneath High Branch for a Clan meeting!" His tail drapes below, long and flowing and pale like a star falling from its night-time perch. He clears his throat before addressing his Clan in a full, lion-like voice.
"We have much to discuss today, SkyClan. First, we have a warrior in our midsts who wishes to take on a Clan name." He finds her in the crowd, thick-pelted and bright-eyed, and nods to her. "Missy, do you promise to defend your Clanmates with your life?" He waits for her to answer "I do," and then lifts his face to the sky. The sun is disappearing, but there are traces of burnt gold at the horizon where the sun is dying. "Then by the power given to me by StarClan, I name you Torchthroat. SkyClan honors your lively spirit." He dips his head to her in a brief show of respect, but he's far from done.
"As we did at the last meeting, we now have some kits and young cats ready to take on apprentice names and accept mentors." He finds the four of them below, and he continues:
"Twin, you will be known as Quillpaw. Your mentor will be the newly named Torchthroat. I trust her to pass down all she knows to you." He waits for the young cat to touch noses to the newly-named warrior's before continuing.
"Bambi, you will be known as Glimmerpaw. Your mentor will be Huckleberry. I trust him to pass down all he knows to you." Huckleberry is a kind soul, and Glimmerpaw seems to be one too, beneath her silly voice and ideations. He waits for the two of them to touch noses.
Now, the two kits in their camp old enough for training. Blazestar's eyes find young Twitchkit, and he speaks: "Twitchkit, you will be known as Twitchpaw. Your mentor will be Daisyflight. I trust her to pass down all she knows to you." The young tom, in his opinion, needs a firm yet gentle, motherly mentor, and he trusts no one more than his deputy to handle the task.
And, finally, little Gaia, trembling and small despite her age. "Gaia, you will be known as Butterflypaw, and I will be your mentor." He smiles at her, mind reeling to when he found her, scrap of black and ginger cowering from the world in a bramble bush. "I will teach you all I know, that I promise."
He leaps, though his ceremony is far from over, to the earth, where he can pad to Butterflypaw and touch his nose to hers. He puts warmth and reassurance into the gesture, though he imagines it won't be enough to quell her fears at having to leave the nursery and begin warrior training.
On the floor, he gazes about his Clanmates. Despite being shoulder-to-shoulder with them now, he still holds impressive height. "Now. SkyClan, some of you accompanied me to WindClan territory this morning." His expression darkens. "WindClan met us with hostility. Sootstar did not deny that she killed Haze and wounded Squallmist. She told my patrol that she was in her right because they were on her territory and attacked her in her home." He lashes his tail. "It is a cold-hearted beast who kills when she does not have to, and Sootstar prides herself on being one. We faced threats from every angle while on their territory today. She did not even deign to allow us into their camp." His hatred for her begins to color his voice. It's unfamiliar to him, the first time he's ever hated a cat in his life, but even her name stings like poison on his tongue. "WindClan is, thankfully, at a great distance from SkyClan. We share no borders, no reason to go to their territory. From now on, SkyClan cats are forbidden to go near the moor for any reason. At the next Gathering, I will expose Sootstar for what she is. SkyClan will do WindClan no favors - ever. Their Clan has chosen to become the enemy of ours, and we will not forget this readily."
He exhales, then continues. "Dawnglare has received a dream today. A dream that we think means for us to go into the Twolegplace. I think it's StarClan's way of trying to solve this problem without spilling more of our Clan's blood." He isn't sure how that could be, but how will they know if they don't follow StarClan's will?
He gazes about him again. "We will enter the Twolegplace," he announces. "The cats I wish to take with me are Dawnglare, as he had the dream; Squallmist, Harpyfall, Pantherpelt, Basilpaw, Twitchpaw, Quillpaw, and Butterflypaw." He nods to each cat in question. "Daisyflight will be acting leader in my stead. I trust her to make sound decisions for the Clan, and she's already proved she's organized enough for the task. The rest of you will obey her as though she is your leader and assist her in keeping SkyClan running smooth."
He shakes his fur out again, face tilted to the sky. There are stars out now, peeking through the dark soft pelt of the night, and he finds them with unspoken feeling. "Any questions? Those of you who are accompanying me... we will need to prepare for the journey ahead."
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@Gaia @TWITCHKIT @MISSY @Quillpaw @HARPYFALL @BASILPAW @SQUALLMIST @Daisyflight @DAWNGLARE
Blazestar will not forget her slight to SkyClan, to Rain's surviving sons and daughters. He will never forget it. SkyClan will carry that burden, and someday, he knows, WindClan will pay. They will force her to pay without sacrificing any more SkyClan lives.
Perhaps the answer to this is in the Twolegplace?
He shakes his thick, silken cream coat and ascends to his spot above his Clanmates. Uncharacteristically, Blazestar's eyes are fiery with feeling. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey meet beneath High Branch for a Clan meeting!" His tail drapes below, long and flowing and pale like a star falling from its night-time perch. He clears his throat before addressing his Clan in a full, lion-like voice.
"We have much to discuss today, SkyClan. First, we have a warrior in our midsts who wishes to take on a Clan name." He finds her in the crowd, thick-pelted and bright-eyed, and nods to her. "Missy, do you promise to defend your Clanmates with your life?" He waits for her to answer "I do," and then lifts his face to the sky. The sun is disappearing, but there are traces of burnt gold at the horizon where the sun is dying. "Then by the power given to me by StarClan, I name you Torchthroat. SkyClan honors your lively spirit." He dips his head to her in a brief show of respect, but he's far from done.
"As we did at the last meeting, we now have some kits and young cats ready to take on apprentice names and accept mentors." He finds the four of them below, and he continues:
"Twin, you will be known as Quillpaw. Your mentor will be the newly named Torchthroat. I trust her to pass down all she knows to you." He waits for the young cat to touch noses to the newly-named warrior's before continuing.
"Bambi, you will be known as Glimmerpaw. Your mentor will be Huckleberry. I trust him to pass down all he knows to you." Huckleberry is a kind soul, and Glimmerpaw seems to be one too, beneath her silly voice and ideations. He waits for the two of them to touch noses.
Now, the two kits in their camp old enough for training. Blazestar's eyes find young Twitchkit, and he speaks: "Twitchkit, you will be known as Twitchpaw. Your mentor will be Daisyflight. I trust her to pass down all she knows to you." The young tom, in his opinion, needs a firm yet gentle, motherly mentor, and he trusts no one more than his deputy to handle the task.
And, finally, little Gaia, trembling and small despite her age. "Gaia, you will be known as Butterflypaw, and I will be your mentor." He smiles at her, mind reeling to when he found her, scrap of black and ginger cowering from the world in a bramble bush. "I will teach you all I know, that I promise."
He leaps, though his ceremony is far from over, to the earth, where he can pad to Butterflypaw and touch his nose to hers. He puts warmth and reassurance into the gesture, though he imagines it won't be enough to quell her fears at having to leave the nursery and begin warrior training.
On the floor, he gazes about his Clanmates. Despite being shoulder-to-shoulder with them now, he still holds impressive height. "Now. SkyClan, some of you accompanied me to WindClan territory this morning." His expression darkens. "WindClan met us with hostility. Sootstar did not deny that she killed Haze and wounded Squallmist. She told my patrol that she was in her right because they were on her territory and attacked her in her home." He lashes his tail. "It is a cold-hearted beast who kills when she does not have to, and Sootstar prides herself on being one. We faced threats from every angle while on their territory today. She did not even deign to allow us into their camp." His hatred for her begins to color his voice. It's unfamiliar to him, the first time he's ever hated a cat in his life, but even her name stings like poison on his tongue. "WindClan is, thankfully, at a great distance from SkyClan. We share no borders, no reason to go to their territory. From now on, SkyClan cats are forbidden to go near the moor for any reason. At the next Gathering, I will expose Sootstar for what she is. SkyClan will do WindClan no favors - ever. Their Clan has chosen to become the enemy of ours, and we will not forget this readily."
He exhales, then continues. "Dawnglare has received a dream today. A dream that we think means for us to go into the Twolegplace. I think it's StarClan's way of trying to solve this problem without spilling more of our Clan's blood." He isn't sure how that could be, but how will they know if they don't follow StarClan's will?
He gazes about him again. "We will enter the Twolegplace," he announces. "The cats I wish to take with me are Dawnglare, as he had the dream; Squallmist, Harpyfall, Pantherpelt, Basilpaw, Twitchpaw, Quillpaw, and Butterflypaw." He nods to each cat in question. "Daisyflight will be acting leader in my stead. I trust her to make sound decisions for the Clan, and she's already proved she's organized enough for the task. The rest of you will obey her as though she is your leader and assist her in keeping SkyClan running smooth."
He shakes his fur out again, face tilted to the sky. There are stars out now, peeking through the dark soft pelt of the night, and he finds them with unspoken feeling. "Any questions? Those of you who are accompanying me... we will need to prepare for the journey ahead."
--
@Gaia @TWITCHKIT @MISSY @Quillpaw @HARPYFALL @BASILPAW @SQUALLMIST @Daisyflight @DAWNGLARE
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