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Coyotepaw's fate has been decided, and part of Blazestar feels that familiar anxiety he always gets before announcing his decisions to his Clan. He knows no one will truly be happy with his decision -- not the apprentice in question, not his fiercer warriors, not his bleeding hearts. They will all find fault with it, and he's trying to prepare himself for the inevitable backlash.
He gives a steady look over his shoulder to his council -- to his deputy, his medicine cat, his lead warriors, his son -- and he knows at least they have his back, even if they might disagree. He can only hope the rest of SkyClan will, too.
He ascends the Highbranch, looking stronger than he has in moons, his pelt groomed and fluffed out, silvered by the starlight. The sun has set, and in leafbare's typical way, darkness has encroached. "All cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Highbranch for a Clan meeting!" His yowl is strong, despite his uncertainty.
After a moment, Blazestar adds: "I have come to a decision about Coyotepaw, but first, we have some ceremonies to conduct." His eyes flash with hidden excitement. His own apprentice has reached the age of twelve moons, and although she is hardly prepared for a life of warriorhood, he will not delay her. She will get her name, and with any hope, she will find her place within their Clan.
He gives a steady look over his shoulder to his council -- to his deputy, his medicine cat, his lead warriors, his son -- and he knows at least they have his back, even if they might disagree. He can only hope the rest of SkyClan will, too.
He ascends the Highbranch, looking stronger than he has in moons, his pelt groomed and fluffed out, silvered by the starlight. The sun has set, and in leafbare's typical way, darkness has encroached. "All cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Highbranch for a Clan meeting!" His yowl is strong, despite his uncertainty.
After a moment, Blazestar adds: "I have come to a decision about Coyotepaw, but first, we have some ceremonies to conduct." His eyes flash with hidden excitement. His own apprentice has reached the age of twelve moons, and although she is hardly prepared for a life of warriorhood, he will not delay her. She will get her name, and with any hope, she will find her place within their Clan.
[ PENNED BY MARQUETTE ]