MAKE IT SWEETER \ mca announcement

[BERRYHEART]

"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join here beneath the Highrock for a Clan meeting!" His mother's voice rang out, and Berryheart stood pointedly at her side, drawing attention to the way in which he stood. A speckled tail curled around his paws, straightened posture accentuated; formality cloaked him, and this meeting. His new apprentice deserved that much, before they could go to Highstones this half-moon. Before he could be accepted by StarClan, ThunderClan would have to accept him too. Many, himself included, still grieved the loss of his last apprentice- but Berryheart hoped they would understand his need to teach, and the choice he had made.

Big Mama handed the announcement off to him, and Berryheart studied the thoughtful faces of those gathered before parting his crooked fangs to speak. "I have decided ThunderClan cannot be without a medicine cat in-training." Uneven eyes slipped toward the large tom at his side, trust a-glimmer within his gaze. By now, his Clan should know he was not one to make a rash decision. In fact, he was someone who rather indulged in the art of dawdling. "So, I have chosen my next apprentice." His fire-flickered tail gestured to Cloudy. "He has a talented pair of paws. Treat him well."

\ @HOWLINGSTAR @HAILSTORM. no need to wait though!​

PENNED BY PIN ☾​

 

[BURNSTORM]

At the call of his grandmothers familiar summons, Burnstorm materializes. Large shadowed paws leading him to the great rock from which the brown tabby made her usual announcements though one look at his grandmother and his uncle tells him that this would not be a usual meeting. He sits, fluffy tail curled around his paws and golden eyes trained first on Berryheart and then Hailstorm.

He, like many others, had seen the pale furred tom moving his nest into the medicine cats den, had seen how much time he was spending there. This announcement did not come as a surprise but still he can find it in himself to be happy for him. Hailstorm was a good cat, he had to be if he is who his mother had chosen to be with prior to her death. "Hailstorm is a good choice" he says to whatever cat is near to him and if the light colored tom were to look his way he would give him a nod of approval.

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[FOXPAW]

Foxkit clambers over her litter-mate in a race torwards the front of the nursery. ”Don’t push me! I wanna see!” She whines, black paws batting away any kit who stood in her path. Eventually the red tabby wiggles her way to the front, her big orange eyes growing wide as she watches Howlingstar perch on the High Rock.

Berryheart, ThunderClan’s tortoishell medicine cat, takes a stand below the rock. His uneven eyes look to the clan and he announces Hailstorm will be his next apprentice. Foxkit doesn’t understand the weight of this decision, but she squeals with humor. ”Didja hear that? Didja hear that? Hailstorm is gunna be an apprentice again!” Her obnxious giggles fill the nursery walls.

♧ INFO BATTLE

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  » Foxkit
  » ThunderClan kit
  » She/they . AFAB
  » A red tabby & chocolate sepia she-cat with orange eyes.
  » ”Speech”․ thoughts ․ attack
  
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  » An incredibly easy foe with no combat training.
  » Likely to swat or flee depending on the size of foe.
  » Fights defensively and to save herself.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[batwing]

.i'll be your calm, —————————

————————— before the storm!.

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His ears twitched as he approached the meeting himself, tail swaying behind him. He settled neatly down- just as kits came tumbling to the mouth of the den. He inhaled softly, turning his nose to see one of his own racing out to the front. Not exactly his blood, but still one of the family regardless. A tiny grin touched his face, but the words of the current medicine cat caused his ears to perk.

Batwing looked towards Hailstorm, a cheer already leaving his lips. "Hailstorm! Hailstorm!" He chanted, pushing to his paws, the look on his face far more excited then Hailstorm had been for his own promotion. Batwing was happy for him, really- this was a very important step, not only for his best friend, but for the clan as a whole.

"speech"​

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[Flycatcher]

Since Lichenpaw's sudden passing, Berryheart had been without an apprentice. Of course, it wasn't unheard of for the medicine cat's to not to have an apprentice at times, but it was always a wise choice for them to have one Flycatcher thought.

When Berryheart announces to the clan that the clan could not be without a medicine cat apprentice and that he had chosen one, the deputy is admittedly a little surprised. It's not so much surprise at the announcement but rather surprise to know Berryheart had been actively looking. "Hailstorm will make a fine choice!" Flycatcher mewed, nodding his head in approval. The paler tom had proven himself to be kind-hearted and dependable, who had proven himself on the journey, and had proven himself to Berryheart too.​

 

[ROEFLAME .]

ROEFLAME — I fell in love with the fire long ago.

Curiosity is sparked in the golden warriors eyes as she is drawn forth by her leaders call.
Flanking Burnstorm, she cannot help but extend her intrigue as she gives the tom a side glance. He served on Howlingstars council now, afterall- perhaps he knew the reason for this impromptu meeting.
If he does, golden eyes betray nothing.
Yet, the molly is soon able to piece together the answer all on her own when the attention is shifted to Berryheart, with Hailstorm at his side.
Lichenpaws absence is still sorely missed, and the tabby cannot help the pang of sadness in her chest.
Still, her features crack a pleasant smile, the ivory tom was a fine warrior, and Roeflame could easily see Hailstorm getting comfortable at their brindled medicine cats side.
"Hailstorm, Hailstorm!" She purrs is union with a pawful of others, catching Burnstorms quiet words in her ear with an agreeing nod.
"I have no doubt in my mind." Roeflame hums.

"speech"

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[HOWLINGSTAR]

When Berryheart had come to her swiftly with the news, it did not take her long to call a meeting in the new medicine cat apprentice's honor. But as soon as the summons left her jaws, she sat back in silence, turning all attention to her son. There is a solemn light in her eyes; everyone missed Lichenpaw terribly, after all. But there is also a glimmer of hope within them. Life moves on, she has learned time and time again. And if her son believes Hailstorm will thrive as the clan's medicine cat apprentice, to learn to heal from his own patched paws, then she will have faith in him.

"Hailstorm!" She cheers alongside her clanmates, allowing joy to seep into her voice for this celebration. He had proven himself on the journey to be one of the most dependable cats in ThunderClan. He had even taken her daughter as his mate before her death, she has since learned. Her heart breaks slightly, but still she smiles. She's glad he has found a new purpose.​

 

[GENTLESTORM]

I SEE A SONG OF PAST ROMANCE — Hailstorm sits next to Berryheart as Howlingstar calls for a meeting and his ears prick forward knowing that this was to announce him as the new medicine cat apprentice, he holds his breath in not knowing how his clan would receive him. After all, not much time had gone by that Lichenpaw passed and a soft gnawing at the back of his mind makes him uncertain even if he tries to remain hopeful, positive even... Seeing the trust, even if a mere glimmer, in Berryheart's eyes were enough to soothe him and the mention of his paws makes the large tom shuffle them slightly and put one over the other. Soon the voices of his clanmates is enough to remove the uncertainty festering briefly within him and he finds a smile on his maw. The squeal from an excitable kitten is enough to make him chuckle as he listens that he'll be an apprentice again, Starclan. Had he been this nervous? He can't remember.

All he knows that he has a new path and even if its without his mate, he'd do his best seeing that's who he was... Always dependable Hailstorm. A soft breath leaves him and he dips his head respectfully to his clanmates unsure if he's supposed to make a speech or simply remain quiet. Instead he turns to his mentor and offers in a playful tone "I'm not going to be Hailpaw, right?"

✦ I SEE THE SACRIFICE OF MAN; I SEE PORTRAYALS OF BETRAYALS

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  ✦ longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white and brown eyes
  ✦ amab he/him ; other pronouns used towards him will confuse him
  ✦ 49 moons old
  ✦ bisexual demiromantic; mates with little wolf
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ semi-difficult in combat; relies on strength, his large size, and wits
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[Honeydapple]

Howlingstar's call was all too familiar causing her to rise and flock to the leader. The added tone of Berryheart's call sent a twist of apprehension through Honeydapple's stomach. Worried, she hastened her steps toward the patchwork-furred feline, catching the tail end of the announcement and the ensuing cheers. Pride bloomed within the molly as she watched Hailstorm sigh a sound of relief. Her earlier fears were silenced as joy surged forth as well.

Eagerly, she joined in the celebratory chants. "HAILSTORM! HAILSTORM!" The cheers rang out, and she quickly trotted into the crowd and sat. Her blue eyes radiated warmth as she chuckled at the seemingly obligatory question. He needed this. I hope you're watching Little Wolf you would be proud. The small prayer lingered in her thoughts briefly before she refocused.

Softly, she murmured to herself after catching the quip. "You're going to do great things, Hailpaw." The earlier smile jumped into a coy grin. She knew ThunderClan, now held with Hailstorm and Berryheart at the helm, would thrive.​

 

[Sunfreckle]

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A more appropriate, gentle and understanding cat could not have been chosen. Hailstorm wore his love like a badge that never fell, no matter the circumstances that befell him; he would care for ThunderClan with all of his being, he would weep with them with their losses and crow with their triumphs - a kind soul. A medicine cat's path was a difficult one, they needed to focus on their learning, their gathering, the health of an entire clan. He ponders over a different future for his friend, one where he slept curled alongside dark fur, one where eventually they might see smaller little white puffballs roaming the camp and clambering over his back. Sunfreckle knows this is a good path for him, a distraction and something to pour the love and dedication he could no longer give to a single cat into.
'Little Wolf, I hope you can see. We'll be alright without you, we miss you, but please leave the rest to us.'
"Hailstorm! Hailstorm!" Sunfreckle's loud, jovial voice rose up in its booming manner; delight and enthusiasm evidence across his maw.

——— ☀︎ light the fire, let it burn on top of you ——— ☀︎ breath again beneath the flames

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  Sunfreckle
  —⊰⋅ Lead Warrior of ThunderClan
  —⊰⋅ He/Him
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  —⊰⋅ Large red tabby tom w/green eyes and no left foreleg.
  

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[RACCOONSTRIPE]

His mother calls the meeting, but it’s Berryheart who sits at the base of the Highrock, a bulky, silvery figure sitting pertly beside him. Raccoonstripe observes the deep, calm moss-green pools of his brothers eyes, the sober expression on Hailstorm’s face, and immediately understands what the purpose of today’s ceremony is. He draws closer, eyeing the warrior who had taken his sister as his mate before her death in the mountains. He’s warm, sincere, gentler than some of his Clanmates, but there’s strength in the set of his shoulders, the gold of his eyes. He’d have made Little Wolf a fine mate—would that Hailstorm had fathered her kits instead of the detestable kittypet she’d taken initially.

The words are spoken, and the Clan erupts into murmurs and yowls of congratulations. Little Foxkit calls that Hailstorm will be an apprentice again, and the pale medicine cat apprentice jokes about being reverted to Hailpaw. Raccoonstripe pads up behind Batwing, Sunfreckle, and Honeydapple, giving his brother’s new protégé an appraising look. “You’ll learn great things under Berryheart.” He thinks of Lichenpaw, withering away in his nest, and he suppresses a frown. “Congratulations on your new path.”

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