Call to the swans. (P, Orange)

[justify]"Swanpaw?" Came the call of Castaway as the ebony medicine cat walked from the back area of the medicine cat den."I would like to have a few words with you." his tone was not dark or condescending. In fact, he wasn't even being sardonic! What a surprise. He was ready to promote the female to a full medicine cat now, and was not entirely sure she was ready for it; however, she was no longer an apprentice. There had to be a time where he would promote her, and it was that day. He picked her because he was confident in her abilities, but it wasn't like she knew everything. He didn't know everything himself. Hell, Castaway was still learning. Medicine and remedies was complicated, more so than one would expect of what seemed to be an easy field. [/justify]

[justify]The midnight hued medicine cat offered her a comforting smile that replaced his typical grimace of frustration. "Swanpaw, I have watched you grow over the moons since I picked you as my apprentice, and it is about time you are promoted alongside myself, Jabberjaw, and Hawkcry. You still have a good amoint to learn, though, but that will come with time and experience and nothing less. I can't teach you everything, and there are some things you are going to have to learn by failure. The road ahead isn't going to be forgiving, but I am here to help you if you need it. And now to give you your full name, Swanpaw, you shall now be referred to as Swancall." Castaway ararded her the position and the name with a slight bow of his dark head and a slight nod of approval. He wouldn't pick a new apprentice for a long while, but he felt a bit empty without his duties as a teacher.

Of course, the flame mink would not suddenly know everything, he didn't when he had first been promoted. There was this everlasting curiosity and wonder that arose from holding a prestigous position that involved a lot of experience. There were times where he had failed, and been hopelessly lost in some sort of perpetual limbo without guidance. He would be around to help Swancall, not interested in her mistreating anybody. Although, he was sure she would do well. "I'm proud of you," he said to her with the slightest trace of a smile upon his maw. It may have been ephemeral on his face, but it continued to spark in his eyes. So, regardless of the subtlety, Castaway was happy for his former medicine cat apprentice. [/justify]