The Rise; [clan meetin']

[Zeddicus Zu'l Zorander]

Paws. His paws ran through the forest. The warm sun beat down on his back when it broke through the fingers of the trees above him. He lifted his head, feeling the wind whiff through his black and white fur on his neck, blowing it back. He closed his eyes, enjoying this feeling. He opened his mouth and let out a mrrow of laughter, as he looked over to his side, his mate running beside him. Then the scene before him went black.

Raising his head from his paws, he looked around him, momentairly confused. He remembered the dream he just had, and realized that this was his den. Stretching his jaw into a yawn, the tom stretched out his legs. Lifting his back leg he scratched behind his ear, smiling as he did so. Today, he would have a new deputy.

Getting to his paws, he stepped out of his den, feeling the warm sun greet him. He looked around camp, seeing his warriors sharing tounges lazily in the warm green-leaf morning. Flicking his tail, he turned and leapt onto the first ledge that led him to where he addressed his clan.

Leaping from ledge to ledge, the clan leader of ColdClan reached the top of the Shadowed Ledge, and looked down at the center of his camp. Lifting his head, and opening his mouth, he let out the familiar summonings.

"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather below the Shadowed Ledge for a clan meeting!"

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[&&.E r m i e]

Slateblood

Dreams, dreams,
there magical things,
they can stop your heart,
they'll make you sing.

Dreams, dreams, dreams. where did they all go off to? It seemed lately all the dark grey warrior had were nights that seemed to last only a matter of seconds, like he had closed his eyes momentarily and opened them again to a whole new day. His mind was not blessed with tender dreams that filled his head with fog and sunshine, but thankfully enough dark shadows didn't trouble his sleep either. It was a mixed blessing, a bittersweet solution. So when Slateblood was awakened by the call of his leader summoning the clan cats to the Shadowed ledge, he was disturbed in the middle of an ecstatic situation. So, He scrambled to his paws, fitting a quick stretch in, clawing at the ground with his back arched gracefully, spine crackling as the crinks in it un-tightened. Then he padded out eagerly into the clearing.

As soon as sun touched the tom's face, his eyes turned bloody-red, as though the gentle warmth of the suns' fingering rays bore talons that lacerated them. Cats were just beginning to swarm around the ledge when Slateblood emerged from the warrior den, and he struggled through the crowd to take a place at the very bottom of the ledge, sitting uniformly, his head held upwards toward the Coldlan leader as he patiently waited for the rest of the clan to gather around.

It was a glorious day, and only small wisps of clouds blemished the bright blue sky as it beamed down upon them. Rain was out of question, the small foggy marks couldn't possibly bare more than a light sprinkling of water. It will be a good day for a hunt; Slateblood tacked the mental note against the wall of his memory. As soon as the clan meeting was over, he'd seek out a few other warriors eager to get out of the camp and stretch out their legs. That would be nice.

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[{{ Raven }}]

Though Bladekit was just a kit, he knew that in a few days he'd no longer be known as one. Soon he would be six moons old, and he'd get a mentor. He truly hoped that he'd become the medicine cat apprentice, however he had no idea whether he would or not. It was morning, and he'd woken up not long ago. He didn't move from the nursery, threats of not becoming an apprentice loomed in his mind, making him nervous.

Suddenly, the clan leader's voice washed over Bladekit, and the young cat looked up excitedly. A new deputy would be chosed today. From the stories that the elders told, they usually were chosen just before moonhigh, however if he announced it in the morning before moonhigh it still counted...right?

Though he longed to approach the Shadowed Ledge and sit beneath it's splendour, he knew he'd have to stay by the nursery with the others. He'd be able to hear from over here but still...he was so close to being an apprentice. So close...

[(§)Silvey(§)]

Could it be? was the first thought to run through Seapaw's head when he heard Cedarstar's voice ring out across camp. His silver head lifted eagerly from where it lay on his paws, his sea-green eyes blinking rapidly as he realized that it was morning. Slowly, his mature frame rose from his soft bed of moss and he made his way out of the den, taking a moment to become accustomed to the morning sun as it beat down upon camp. A cheerful sigh made its way past his teeth and lips as he realized that perhaps today, he would finally be a warrior.

Golden eyes that were so loved by ColdClan's leader blinked open as she heard her mate's call. No doubt there were kits to be made into apprentices, and apprentices to be made into warriors. The thought lent a smile to her face. ColdClan had always been strong, but the addition of more warriors and apprentices would make it even stronger. Plus, Sapphire would soon have her kits. Embercoals sighed and allowed a grin to show on her ginger and black face. Times were good, even with leaf-fall on the way.

A smile graced the snow-colored muzzle of the mutant she-cat as she read the thoughts of those around her. Excitement, hope, joy, she loved thoughts like those. Her blue ears swiveled towards her leader while her paws of the same shade moved towards her best friend: Embercoals. Excited much? she projected towards her friend. Of course she was, Sapphire didn't need to ask such questions when she could read minds. Oh well, it was a habit from long ago.

The sweet scent of herbs clung to her fur as she stepped from her den. Like the others, she too had heard Cedarstar's call, and guessed instantly the reason why. It's not exactly a surprise, she thought. Seapaw's warrior ceremony is long over due, he's easily the oldest apprentice and is nearly twenty moons old, she thought to herself. From the corner of one basil eye she saw the slightest nod of Sapphire's head in her direction. No doubt the blue-tipped she-cat had heard her.

Ivorypaw bounded out shortly after Seapaw, her cream-colored fur fluffed excitedly, her amber eyes, inherited from her mother, wide and anxious. Of course she knew it wasn't her own ceremony, she and her siblings were still too young for that, but she was excited nonetheless. Seapaw would finally be a warrior, not that there was anything wrong with him being an apprentice, just that he really deserved it after waiting so patiently.

{Ick these are horrible, but whatever}

[Zeddicus Zu'l Zorander]

[kinda groggy, so bear with me.]

He first noticed the excited apprentice who, unfortunately was long overdue for his warrior ceremony. He will be first, Cedarstar thought, making a mental moment. Orange eyes sweep over his clan, and he couldn't help but get a feeling of pride for his clan. He shook his fur and body, awakening all his muscles, getting ready to speak as the clan gathered beneath him. Today was going to be a glorious day, new warriors, new apprentices, and a new deputy.

And yet, he couldn't help but feel extremely bad.

Teeth pointed out, jaws streched wide. The tom had just woken up from a nap, and his double canines showing off in his yawn as they caught the light. He himself seemed to glow because of the metalic injections he had recieved for his claws had caused his fur to become a shiny silver, and acted as a sheild to petect his body, unless struck from opposite fur laying. Tounge pulled back, he shook his head before closing his mouth from the intial yawn. A smile came to his lips as he spotted his lover making her way over to Embercoals, her best female friend. He couldn't help but feel a warm sense of pride, when he saw her big stomach. Any day now his kits were to be born.

Getting up to his paws, making sure to stretch his joints, popping his shoulders out of place and putting them back. It always relieves his muslces to do this, especially since he had been training too much later, and his mslces were spazzing at random times. Giving his chest fur a quick lick he bounded over towards Embercoals and Sapphire, happy to be part of ColdClan.

He couldn't wait until his own apprentice became a warrior, how proud he would be, but how proud her parents would be when that day came!



Already awake, the apprentice bounded in from outside of the camp. He couldn't sleep well last night, and was excited that today some of his friends would leave the apprentice den to become warriors. Allthough at first it would be extremely lonely in there when it emptied, being that only the younger apprentices would remain, he felt better knowing that younger apprentices would soon join them. Bounding over toawrds his sister, Ivorypaw, he glanced at Sapphire and knew she was due any day now.

"Hey." he breathed when he skidded to a stop beside her, he hapened to be a big kit, and his shoulders were powerful - much like his own father where he had gotten his looks.

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[LJ Black]

A black she-cat rose her head. She had just woken up from a nice slumber when she heard her leader's call. They were to go to Shadowed Ledge for a meeting. Her ears pricked forward. Well, it was about time for them to gain some more warriors and some new apprentices. She glanced over at Seapaw. She remembered when they were kits. He hadn't liked her being so bossy. She padded over to the rest of the cats.

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((Um, I forget... is Smilopaw warrior age?))

A clan meeting? Was something happening? Smilopaw was quite tired now, but he knew if he racked his brain- oh! The warrior ceremonies. And... he was... late.

Smilopaw rushed out of the den, paws skidding on the ledge. He ran down, sliding to a halt in a dusty cloud. He turned to the cat beside him, half-frantic. "Am I late?" he hissed.

[Zeddicus Zu'l Zorander]

[He's of age.]

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((Great.. then could you make him a warrior too? I haven't quite thought of a warrior name, so if you have suggestions they'd be great.))

[Zeddicus Zu'l Zorander]

[Of course. ^^ Hurrm. Thorn, Claw, Fur, Eye, Heart, Tail. First things that came to mind.]

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((What about Smiloshadow? Would that work? Woulditwoulditwouldit?))

[Zeddicus Zu'l Zorander]

[oooo, I like that one! Sure! ]

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((Spiffy! Then, proceed.))

[&& White Shadow]

The morning sun had yet to rise when Shadowstrike had ventured out. He had slept for days and needed air, he needed to do something. His pads had been cracked and it was excruciating to touch his feet down unless he was walking through the lush grass which wasn't too common around the camp. He had been off his paws for nearly a quarter moon and he couldn't take it, he felt like an elder having to stay in his den, walking as little as he could manage. The clan needed warriors more than ever now, it was good to see that some may be finally named. Shadowstrike had gone out to hunt in the darkness before the dawn and in the early morning light there was much prey just waking and others just settling down that he was able to gather. He managed to catch a vole, two mice, and even a lazy squirrel. It was alot to carry but he managed to bring it back in one load and quickly drop it ontop of the fresh kill pile before stepping lightly to the shadowed ledge.

They'd be getting new warriors as well as a new deputy. Shadowstrike had been cooped up and therefore had heard all the rumors and he was fairly sure of who it would be. It wouldn't be him, he didn't want the position anyway. He didn't feel ready for something of that nature. He was confident of Cedarstar's choice though. He strode to the few cats he felt truly at home with, Knife and Sapphire. He knew they were expecting kits and he was happy for them, Sapphire was actually due very soon. He gave a small nod to them both as well as Embercoals who was there and settled down for the ceremonies that would soon follow. He hadn't heard Cedarstars call and knew he'd be wanting to start soon so he didn't converse with either cat but rather licked a paw, his pads were much better but not completely healed, Leafdapple would have his...well his paws when she found out that he'd gone out that morning. As Shadowstrike finally put his attention on their leader his mind went to Soulpaw, he was due for a warrior ceremony as well. A few moons overdue like Seapaw, but not nearly as many.

ooc// it says Smilopaw is only 6 moons on the page and he doesn't have a mentor either....

[(§)Silvey(§)]

Pearly white teeth flashed under the sun as the apprentice flashed her sibling a quick grin. She sat tall, her back straight, her tail wrapped neatly around her paws. She'd matured... somewhat. That'll be us in a few moons, she murmured quietly. She turned her head ever so slightly, her amber eyes still holding the mischievous glint that had been present since birth. Oh well, more time for fun, eh? she said, the smallest of grins tugging at the corner of her mouth.

She leaned against him, her white fur mixing with his silver, her blue ears brushing his gray, her slender tail twining with his. It was difficult for her to sit, but still more comfortable than standing, worrying about her stomach scraping the ground. It was amazing, her kits were so far along that at times she could swear she heard their thoughts. There were three of them, she knew, two toms and a she-kit, she hadn't told Knife yet. It was supposed to be a surprise. She nodded once to Shadowstrike in return, and then promptly fixed her gaze on Cedarstar.

Her basil-colored eyes were followed the tom as he walked into camp, his prey in his mouth. Her eyes narrowed, their strong gaze boring into his pelt. Silently she wished he would turn so he could see exactly how displeased she was that he'd gone out. If he thought he'd be leaving the clearing without her chewing his ear off, well, then he had another thing coming.

The sokoke cat sat still, every muscle tense with ill-disguised anticipation and anxiousness. Since as long as he could remember, he had dreamed of this, his warrior ceremony, and nothing more. Never a leader or deputy, merely a warrior, loyal, trusted, strong, fierce, brave. It was his dream. And at last it was about to come true.