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Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Dec 30, 2018 16:47:45 GMT -5
Leatherstar Yowled for the WinterClan as he exited his den under the large meteor and turned with one single powerful leap to land on top. His claws extended to hold his balance on the icy surface. "All cats old enough to face the storms gather here in the center of camp!" He called out his voice echoing across the forest and in the mountains surrounding them. Above at the top of the mountain where Asgard reigned he could feel the weight of the ancients looking down on him and his clan mates. As cats gathered he pulled within himself to focus his breathing and his thought.
"Before we get into the news I have for you We have some kits who are ready to become novices." He looked down on the small cats excitement seeming to gleam from one pair of eyes to another.
Leatherstar looked down at the newly appointed Novice's and Masters with a gleam of pride. His gaze settled on his son Ancientpaw, whom he trust none but himself to train properly. Since his mother, Echodrop, had gone missing and had not returned Leatherstar felt he needed to be closer to his children. Maplekit was still too small to become a Novice but he was pleased that the few who had survived the harsh winter had remained loyal and ready for their fruitful life. "We also have a new queen! Crowcacophany will seen be moving to the Nursery where a est has been prepared by Cypressbluff. Until she is ready to remain their until her kits arrive she will train Guavapaw. At which time a new mentor will be chosen." Leatherstar dipped his head to the queen in acknowledgement.
"Now many of you have heard of the battle waging between SpringClan, NightClan, DayClan and SunClan. So far we have had no reason to interfere. However NightClan scents have been scented along the SpringClan border. I want all cats to be extra vigilant. If you should spot a NightClan cat with even a whisker over the border you bring them to me." His voice darkened as he spoke. He didn't appreciate Burningstar allowing her warriors to be so foolish. But if that was her wish then he would make each one the new lining for Crowcacophany's nest.
"It is time for the Yule festival!" Leatherstar announced his features lightening with a better topic. "Tonight we will hunt for the yule festival! The the battle of Awarn and Bellona will begin and we will feast! Sunrise tomorrow we will create our alter and travel to Asgard to invoke a sacrifice and give us another season of peace from the white cats and their cursed existence. Join me friends as we prepare for the sun's return and a new season of taking what we need and thanking the ancients for the power in our paws."
Hearthfire howled in agreement his black and amber pelt rising with anticipation of greeting the other clans for the first time in moons. Had they forgotten WinterClan existed! Spottednettle too shouted his approval.
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Post by ComplacentDevil on Dec 30, 2018 23:08:03 GMT -5
Sweetpine moved silently up from behind the meteor Leatherstar sat on, sitting in front of it, but off to the side as not to draw attention to himself. As he called his name as a master to Stormpaw he smiled, something small but still noticeable. It vanished as he looked out to the crowd of cats rather than himself, ears flicking as his tail curled about him, sitting up straight.
Later he would meet his novice, hoping he could brighten his spirits. (Training Link)
He sat stiff and formally, unmoving other than his chilling gaze which swept from his leader to his new novice. Seafrost said nothing, nodding stiffly at his name and touching noses with Bloodpaw, then promptly ignoring the young cat for the rest of the ceremony.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Jan 11, 2019 22:21:22 GMT -5
Spottednettle dipped his head as his name was called, although his excitement burst into little butterflies in his belly at the thought of being a mentor. He greeted his new apprentice with a grin. Venompaw
