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(In this thread, Burningstar announces that the laws of NightClan have changed, no longer will outsiders be forbidden as they had under Shiverstar's reign. Now there will be a new ritual added to NightClan, the blood brothers ritual. NightClan remains a brotherhood, a family, but no longer will it be bound slowly by NightClan blood alone. Instead, outsiders can be accepted into the clan by forming a bond with a NightClan cat. This bond will require a test, a trial to determine if this bond can withstand tribulation. And upon completing the trial, the two cats will exchange blood, most commonly by pricking a paw with a stone to get a drop of blood and pressing them together. Signifying that now this outsider is your blood.
This also will go along with Burningstar's announcement that she has taken Lindon of BrookClan, Tsar Kerrigan's brother as her mate, and that they have a new alliance with them.)
Immediately upon returning from BrookClan with her new mate Lindon, Burningstar climbed to the high branch and looked down over her camp. The sun was setting in the distance and the NightClan cats were beginning to rise to begin their normal nightly duties.
She glanced over to where Lindon was, she'd told him to stay close by her. She trusted her warriors to not lash out blindly... especially since Kerrigan had come by once before to meet with Burningstar. But she felt better knowing he was close by.
"Let all cats of NightClan gather beneath the high branch for a clan meeting!" Burningstar yowled, calling her cats together. She heard a few murmurs at the altered summoning. But this was an announcement for the whole clan. Not only did they have a new ally in BrookClan (as far as the clan knew). But she was going to make a change she'd been wanting to make for a while, and she was excited to finally be able to implement it.
Frozenfire stalked out of the warriors den the light gray she cat eyeing Lindon, they'd already had the Tsar come through now there was this cat? Her ears flattened but she didn't make any moves to confront the tom.
Soaringbird came out of the nursery her four kits tumbling around her. She looked towards Lindon narrowing her eyes. This was the cat her sister was now stuck with as her mate. All to satisfy Kerrigan. Her sister had already told her firmly, that she was to be courteous to the tom, but Soaringbird still disliked how her sister was forced to be with this cat. She let out a sigh and refocused on her sister, assuming Burningstar was going to make an announcement regarding their new 'alliance'.
"Cats of NightClan, I have called you all together this evening to make an announcement regarding the future of NightClan. We have always been proud of our ties together. Proud of our bond as a family, as a clan. Previously Shiverstar once said that it was by allowing outside blood into our clan, we weakened those ties. I'm here to say that is wrong." Burningstar lifted her chin, "While our bonds to each other, and to our clan should always come first. There is nothing wrong by looking outside our borders and recognizing that we are not alone in this forest. There are cats all over this range of mountains, and they all have different experiences, different knowledge, different talents that all can help us tackle different problems and innovate new solutions to make life better. So, as of today, I am changing the law of NightClan. I am amending our laws to allow for a way to accept cats into our clan. So our clan may be better able to handle any new challenges that come our way."
Squirrelleap's ears pricked and his eyes widened. They would accept cats into their ranks? He could. His heart lifted, he could invite Cass to join NightClan! He didn't have to meet with the cat he cared for in secret anymore! They could be together!
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Nov 24, 2018 16:38:07 GMT -5
"Is that really wise?" Bruniaberry sat at the back of the gathering her dark ears twitching in response. "Are you inviting other clans to destroy what is NightClan with mixed blood and shattered loyalties?" the ex medicine cat apprentice narrowed her eyes.
"I am inviting those who wish to join NightClan the opportunity to do so." Burningstar said. "It's true that there will likely be some risk involved, but I think I have a solution to avoid some of those risks."
"Well you could avoid it all together by not letting any outsiders into our clan," Frozenfire snorted. "Simple as that, or are you doing as Bruniaberry said, letting clans like BrookClan come in and walk all over us?" She sneered.
"There will be restrictions of course," Burningstar meowed. "We won't allow every cat who asks to join. But NightClan is a brotherhood, we treat each clanmate as a member of our family. So that being said, an outside is not a member of the family. Thus they need to become a member. To do so, any outsider who wishes to join must meet several requirements, they must be interested in joining NightClan, they must be found to be sincere in their desire to join, they must find a cat in NightClan willing to welcome them into their family."
"So what's stopping someone from not going out and bringing a whole patrol of cats from another clan and claiming they're his 'family'," Frozenfire sneered.
"If I may, for every outsider, one cat in the clan must vouch for them. When they decide to vouch for them they in turn must go through a trial. In this trial will be one that will test the two. It will be one to try and simulate a difficult experience they must endure together. If they come out the other side together, or pass the requirement they may move on to the ritual." Burningstar meowed. "I will demonstrate what the ritual will be, because as you may notice we have a guest amongst us, though after this moment he will be another member of our clan." Burningstar gestured to where Lindon sat. "Lindon is my mate."
Gasps rippled through the clan.
"And he and I have faced a trial. We had a bit of difficulty on our journey back and only by working together did we survive. That is how I realized that by putting outsiders with one of our own in a trial, as long as one of our own accepts this challenge of their own choosing, we can discern if they will work together to survive or fail. And any outsider who fails at working with one of our own, is not a cat we want in our clan."
Lindon heard the noises of disapproval, and the tom felt the fur on the back of his neck rise slightly. It was a tell that he was uncomfortable, but it was the only tell that anyone would be able to see. Even that, though, was too much of a tell for the tom. He didn't like it. His nose twitched slightly, before tilting his head to look at Burningstar. His fate was in her paws, something he wasn't sure he appreciated. Of course, the two seemed to get along, at least so far. But what if this was an ambush?
Kerrigan wouldn't lead you into something like that, he assured himself, and if she did, she would avenge you. Still, the thought wasn't the most comforting.
He offered a smile to his new clanmates as a whole, before blinking again. This would be a blood ritual, somethign that felt strange even for BrookClan standards. He hadn't expected it to be in front of everyone right away, but he was willing to do his role.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Nov 24, 2018 19:01:58 GMT -5
"So you brought him here without telling us before hand." Bruniaberry piped up again. She turned her dark glare on the BrookClan tom. "It seems you are creating this new law to appease your own unruly feelings!" Bruniaberry was still bitter over StarClan's lack of approval of her being a mesicine cat and even then being silent about her true destiny. But the warrior code was many many generations old. The shark she-cat just couldnt let her unease go.
"I will admit, this new law does come with a bit of personal necessity behind it." Burningstar said keeping her voice firm. "But it has been one I've thought long and hard about. We have tried to be an island in this forest for too long. At one point there was no NightClan, however long ago that was. Our family is built upon those who came together sharing the beliefs and preferences that we now possess and carry with pride as NightClan cats. Lindon shares that same desire. He wishes to be one of us and he wishes to be with me. As such I will take him into my family as my mate." She said looking down towards him and blinking at him trying to convey that it was okay and she wouldn't let anything happen to him.
Then she refocused on her clan. "However, this comes to the next part of my new law. If for instance, Lindon was to take an action against NightClan. Not only would he face the punishment that is decided upon, but as the one who took him into my family. Who decided to bind him to my blood, I too would face the consequences. As such, going into forging a blood tie with an outsider means that in the trial you must determine for certain if you want to take that cat into your family. If you can trust them with your life, and with that of the clan's continued survival and betterment. And after we struggled up that mountain together, I found that Lindon is worthy of my heart and a place in our clan. As a bonus, his sister the Tsar of BrookClan, has agreed to an alliance. With her brother becoming a part of our clan, we will also gain a tie to BrookClan. We will assist each other when there is a need."
Soaringbird curled her lip but kept her head down glancing sideways to Rasputin hoping he wouldn't react poorly to the announcement.
"Now are there any other questions regarding the amendment or the ritual? Otherwise, I will begin the demonstration with Lindon." Burningstar meowed.
The cold made his coat thicker, the figure of the deputy hard to miss among the crowd with his thick mane and burnt amber pelt. Voltfox's electric gaze fixed in a static-state on Burningstar. As her announcement about Lindon came out, his eyes directed to the tom, narrowing ever so slightly as he studied him briefly. Outsiders... he didn't like the idea. Not one bit. Unlike a few of his clanmates, he kept his opinions to himself. He couldn't hide the prickling of his fur on the upper ridge of his spine, however.
From his side, his sister noticed the unease. "Voltfox," Citirinestorm meowed in a hushed tone between them, "you know the idea isn't entirely foolish." He resisted a chortle. "Funny you would say that, when it is you who clings so closely to the code, if I remember correctly. "The word of the leader is the warrior code," she recited to him instantly, eyes flashing as if she expected him to say that. It encouraged a small snicker from Voltfox, who shrugged. "You're not wrong." His mood changed and he hardened again. "Fresh blood can strengthen litters. Better adapt us rather than over-saturate the blood with the same genetics. New skills and techniques can be learned from those of different upbringings. The pros do go on. But;" His eyes went incredibly dark. "You know if a catch anyone trying to bring a league cat here... I'll rip their throats out." Dark words to match dark eyes, and he meant it. Swallowing roughly, Citrinestorm fell silent after her brother's warning, her attention returning to Burningstar. Voltfox's gaze followed, waiting.
Hearing no questions regarding the ritual and how it worked Burningstar dropped down from the high branch and beckoned Lindon to join her.
"Soaringbird bring the rock I asked you to hold for me." The ginger leader meowed, her sister picking up the sharp stone they'd found and bringing it over to Burningstar, setting it at the ginger she cats paws before stepping back to go by her kits.
Burningstar looked down at the rock, she prayed to StarClan that the words sounded fitting of the gravity of what she was doing. She'd had to come up with them from scratch after all. But she was hopeful that this would all go well. She looked out over her clanmates, seeing doubt and distrust in their gazes. A few looked hopeful though and that brought her some comfort, she turned towards Lindon waiting for him to join her.
"Tonight will be the first night we perform the blood brother's ritual. As Shiverstar had defined us as a brotherhood, I have decided to incorporate the name in the ritual. Once Lindon joins me we will prick our paws and press them together and we will swear an oath. That from henceforth we will be family, bound by blood, we shed the blood who threaten our fellow, we shed our own blood in service to each other and to our clan, and our life blood is forfeit should either one of us break this vow." Burningstar meowed
i am so sorry the last two weeks have been a lot '
The closer the action grew, the more the tom became unsure of how he felt about it. He wasn't the first in the Harlow name to be subject to a blood bond, but that did not imply that he was particularly thrilled about the idea of being in one. Still, he rose to his paws and made his way over to the leader. His gaze was formed to look completely trusting of her, and in a way, he was. He would have to trust her; his life was metaphorically and soon literally in her paws.
"Which of us shall go first?" he inquired, his voice straddling the border of light and serious. It was a strange combination, but the felines of his last name were used to strange combinations of thought and action, different combinations of emotion.
Burningstar looked at him studying him for a moment. Glowstar's words echoed in her mind. That she shouldn't trust him. That he would not love her like she deserved... or at least how Glowstar felt she deserved. But looking at this tom before her... she felt hopeful. Hopeful that even though their relationship had been arranged, and they truly knew little about each other. Burningstar was willing to take the leap for this.
After all she had nine lives to lose. And the possibility of her having something meaningful with Lindon, of the possibility of connections to BrookClan (and hopefully a continued friendly-ish alliance) would benefit NightClan, and the simple matter that Glowstar herself had once told her to seize every chance she got. To seize every opportunity to meet new cats, try new things, and try to sate her burning curiosity. Burningstar was willing to take this leap.
She let out a purr and extended her paw towards the sharp stone. "I'll go first." She said bringing her paw down on the sharp end of the rock. She did wince a bit at the sharp pain, but she pulled her paw off, blood welled up from the prick and Burningstar shifted her paw to avoid any spattering the ground. "Now you Lindon." She said looking at him with amber eyes, trying to look encouraging.
He had felt love the first time, and he understood the feeling it could put in someone's chest. He wanted to feel that again, and despite the fact that he wasn't necessarily here out of his own will, Lindon wanted to be there for Burningstar. He wanted to feel something again like he had the first time. He was willing to try. He hadn't been sure that this was what he wanted at first, but after a conversation with Silentheart, the tom was convinced that it was his job to make the best of it. That meant that it was his job to love Burningstar, love the cats around him, as if they were his own. Only then could things truly o the way he desired, and only then could he be happy.
"Are you alright?" he asked, before jabbing his own paw on the rock. His eyes welled slightly as blood rose from the new wound, but he, too, was careful not to let any spill prematurely. He then lifted it towards her, trying not to think about the fact that he was undergoing an actual blood ritual. "I'm ready to take the next step with you when you are."
Burningstar nodded, "Stings a bit." She said with a slight quiet laugh. Then she straightened up and nodded. "Yes, I am ready to take this next step." She offered her paw to press against his, so their blood would come together.
Then she began to speak. "Blood binds family together, and in the brotherhood of NightClan, the ties of brotherhood are reinforced with our blood ties. And tonight I extend the offer to you." She nodded to Lindon. "I've shed my blood to make the following promise: that from henceforth we will be family, bound by blood. We shed the blood who threaten our fellows, we shed our own blood in service to each other and to our clan. And should either of us break this vow, our life blood will be forfeit."
Upon finishing the words she pressed her paw a bit harder against Lindon's, before speaking again. "I, Burningstar, solemnly swear as a member and Leader of NightClan, that from this moment forwards you will be considered a member of my family, and as such a full member of NightClan's brotherhood. So I ask of you Lindon Harlow, do you accept my blood bond?"
She'd designed the ritual so that should others want to go through the ritual, and she hoped they would. Outsiders were not to be feared as Shiverstar had led the clan to believe. But she felt this would be a good start. The ritual was similar to that of a normal warrior ceremony. With her having to say the majority of the words, and the newcomers simply having to say I do. She looked at Lindon, and waited to hear his acceptance.
(I added on the Harlow name, but I can remove it if he doesn't actually use it in RP XP)
Their blood mixed and there was a moment that the tom felt slightly squemish at the very idea. Still, he kept a brave face, his smile the kind of smile that was inviting. He was a good tom, at least as good as he could be for being sent as a spy and lying to an entire group to their faces. There was a tinge of guilt at this thought, that this little ceremony was made under false pre-tenses. Still, he understood his job, and he understood the role in life he had been given. He was willling to give this life his all.
His ear flicked at the mention of his full name. It had been a while since anyone had called him by his full name. Lindon Harlow. It didn't have nearly the same ring as his sister's, but it was a better ring than Hadley Harlow. He would have pondered this longer, but the tom realized it was his time to speak.
"I do, Burningstar," he responded with the same easy smile on his face. "I hope that by the bond of our blood, NightClan accepts me as one of their own as much as I hope they will."
