and the walls kept crumbling down -- NOVEMBER CEREMONIES

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    Moonpaw made way through the crowd, and went over to the new apprentice and mentor to congratulate them for their news.
    ''Congratultions Tris" he mewed and tried to hide the sadness in his heart. He remembered the time when he first greeted his own mentor as their apprentice; he knew in his heart he would never see his mentor again, as the cat had joined Starclan.
    He shook his head to clear the thoughts away mentally, Now is a time of happiness not memories.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; background:url(http://i35.photobucket.com/alb…49548c1.png);bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 352px;][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 320px;][justify]Was it fitting that the blind would lead the blind to their new beginning? It might have been, but Paragonfold didn't put enough thought into it to decide. Instead, Bearpaw's familiar scent reached him, and he merely paused for a moment, gathering the words heard constantly but never spoken by his lips.


    "Bearpaw, you are of an age to receive your warrior name. 'Bout frickin time, and congrats." Giving a fanged grin, he lifted his head. "From this moment on, you'll be known... as Beartooth. Hya is a great warrior," She had to be, right? and I got no doubt she taught you to be just as useful. Continue to help WindClan just like you always have. Congratulations, Beartooth!"


    So he'd changed it a little. Variety and the spice of life and shit.
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    Beartooth smiled brightly, she was a warrior. A warrior. "Thank you Paragonfold." She said, sensing all the energy around her.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;]What should he do? Should he cheer, should he celebrate, should he stand there and act as he would at any other warrior's ceremony? Polarispaw remained still for a moment, almost vibrating with indecision—as if that was possible. Then he gave a small jump, as much as his stupid shoulder allowed, and let a wild cry of "Beartooth!" rip from him. Screw being formal and stiff and boring, this was his girlfriend's well-deserved ceremony. If he wasn't so afraid of scaring her, the apprentice would have run over and...well, given her a bearhug. Here, though, he settled for padding over and nudging her instead, making sure to meow a warning first.


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