SCORCHSTAR
the world does not tend to forgive
- Jan 15, 2023
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Each of the to-be warriors steps forth and pledges their loyalty to their leader, to their clan; golden eyes narrow as they receive their full names. New warriors are a blessing, as always, but Scorchstreak finds her mind wandering as new names are bestowed upon the group of young cats. Her own kits are growing fast, approaching warrior age at the speed of a racing hare. It feels like only yesterday that she and Badgermoon were giving their litter their very first names; she wonders what her kits' final names will be. Will there be a Luckystar, a Froststar? She can only hope for her children to have such accomplishments, can only hope to feel such pride in them.
The names that Sootstar gives to WindClan's newest warriors are powerful, all of them deserving of such striking second parts to their names. And when all is said and done, the calico's voice joins the rest of her clan in cheering for their clanmates. "Honeybadger! Sedgepounce! Goldenstrike! Foxglare! Sunflowermask!" Once the cheers fade out, there is yet another young cat called forward, this one a mere kit. Redkit seems so small, so nervous, stationed as he is before their mighty leader, and Scorchstreak can understand such nerves. She, too, had once stood in that same place, awestruck as she received a promotion. A smile crosses her face, recalling the day that her own kits had been assigned to mentors; who will be this young one's mentor?
The names that Sootstar gives to WindClan's newest warriors are powerful, all of them deserving of such striking second parts to their names. And when all is said and done, the calico's voice joins the rest of her clan in cheering for their clanmates. "Honeybadger! Sedgepounce! Goldenstrike! Foxglare! Sunflowermask!" Once the cheers fade out, there is yet another young cat called forward, this one a mere kit. Redkit seems so small, so nervous, stationed as he is before their mighty leader, and Scorchstreak can understand such nerves. She, too, had once stood in that same place, awestruck as she received a promotion. A smile crosses her face, recalling the day that her own kits had been assigned to mentors; who will be this young one's mentor?
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