blue moon - o, meeting 03/01

Oh good, a reason to get out of the medicine cat den? He'd take it in a heartbeat... He had been helping sort herbs while quietly muttering their names under his breath like Charcoal had possibly requested him to. Or maybe the apprentice was trying to behave and not sneak off to be a pretend warrior? Who knew, but it was obvious how antsy he was to get out. All it took was the leaders call for him to jump out of the den and race off to where he'd watch the meeting.

Oh shoot- maybe he could take a seat next to Bisonpaw... he decides to sit down for now but his eyes watch the approaching cats carefully for his friend.

CHARCOALSMUDGE

★ skyclan ★ medic ★ male

Charcoalsmudge trotted up without a single word, taking a seat towards the left side of the highrock. The commotion at his announcement and the protest from Arcticwind had put a damper on the spirit that starclan and receiving his name had given him. To say that he was angry would have been an understatement but he had learned early on to hold his tongue. The medic looked up to his mother with an unreadable expression, waiting.

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Cloudedpaws ears twitched at the call and she'd swish her tail, appearing at the far end of the meeting and letting her gaze search for either two of her closest friends, Mothshine or Juniperthorn. In fact, with a large swell of pride and excitement, she'd be joining them in the warrior den soon!

And then her gaze landed on Charcoalsmudge and she'd slide her eyes away, ignoring the fact that she'd ever tried to meet his eyes. In her mind, she had much bigger things to do than to try to rekindle something she ignored. Her fault, yes, but she'd focus on the meeting for now.

occ: quick tracking post

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Larkkit walked over and sat down next to her clanmates. She was so excited to see what Heronstar was going to announce.

The words Heronstar called to the Clan were on the fringes of becoming unfamiliar in Whitenose's memories. But after a quiet moment of processing what she had said, the tom pushed to his paws to pad closer and actually be considered a part of the meeting. In his peripheral, the tom saw an NPC jerk to their paws, being anything but subtle in their task of watching over his every movement. It wasn't insulting, it was just tiresome. Sitting down on the outskirts of the group, Whitenose trained his hazel eyes on Heronstar's figure and prepared himself to not zone out as he was wont to do these days.

"put me in the dirt; let me be with the stars."

He couldn't have heard that right. As far as Whitenose was aware, he was still being watched, the other cats still waiting for him to show signs of being in allegiance with BloodClan, of being a traitor. There was no way Heronstar was appointing him an apprentice. The only other apprentice he had had was Sunpaw before he left SkyClan. He hadn't been anywhere close to finishing her training, so he was shocked into stillness hearing Heronstar call his name.

It took him a few heartbeats to actually stand up and weave his way around the fringes of those gathered so that he could stand in front of Heronstar and Lavenderpaw. Looking down at the young apprentice, he hesitated, glancing at Heronstar just to be absolutely certain that she hadn't made a mistake, before touching noses with the younger feline.

He retreated to the edges again, lost in thought. Was this a chance to prove himself? Or was this just Heronstar absolutely desperate for mentors that she had no other choice? Either way, Whitenose knew that he couldn't fail again, because there would be no more chances. Lavenderpaw deserved a mentor who would take training seriously, who understood that this was the future of SkyClan and Lavenderpaw's future, too. He couldn't mess it up.

"put me in the dirt; let me be with the stars."

He was late to the meeting and he felt bad for it but he was recuperating. His sickness was getting worse not better and he was unsure of how to fix the issue since he did not know anything yet. Deciphering plants was a learning experience for him and all the jumbled up scents made his stuffed up nose confused. When Tawnypaw had left the den he had already given up on the learning process for the day and instead had laid down. His fever was killing him and whatever Charcoalsmudge was giving him. wasn't breaking it. He still remembered being told that he had a strange delusion during his spar and he was afraid to even ask what it had been. Now he dragged himself from the nest and made his way toward the meeting, hearing Heronstar speak on new names, new apprentices, new warriors. He would congratulate them but his voice was almost absolutely gone. Shivering he would settle himself near Tawnypaw after taking a long bout to track him down and he would lower to lay. Head hanging a bit but he is attentive. He needed to find a cure to his ailment or else he would starve to death...he couldn't find the will to eat. And days were becoming a struggle.

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Her eye's went wide as Heronstar called her name. Larkkit stepped forward, a little unsteady and her heart was pounding in her chest. This was it. This was her apprentice ceremony. She couldn't be an apprentice and find out who her mentor would be. She smiled as she announced that she would mentor her. She was so excited she almost forgot to touch noses. Larkkit, or Larkpaw, happily cheered for the rest of her clanmates as Heronstar continued with the announcements.

MOTHSHINE ♚

Skyclan - Senior Warrior - Female - 16 moons

― Mothshine loved the bustle of meetings. All of her clanmates gathered, listening to whatever news Heronstar had to share. Often times they had reason to celebrate, with their younger clan members growing steadily. She took a place near Cloudedpaw, flashing a smile her way before her gaze focused up on Heronstar. Every ceremony she sat through would remind her of her own. She had been lucky enough to experience three promotions in her short lifetime. Becoming apprentice and receiving Lavenderskies as a mentor had been the start of everything. It was the first step in becoming exactly who she was now. It might've been the greatest day of her life, until her warrior ceremony. Something about standing alongside Juniperthorn, fresh off the high of battle--she'd never forget that feeling. She'd held onto it since then and made no plans of letting go. Becoming a senior warrior was another feeling entirely. The memory of it sent her paws a buzz with excitement and it still made her heart pound. She beamed when Heronstar called forth each of their members, and she rose to her own paws at Kestrelpaw's name being spoken. She missed the training desperately during her recovery. She stood to touch noses with her as they had done moons ago, when she'd first been apprenticed. "It'll be your warrior ceremony before you know it." She promised her beneath her breath, smile touching her eyes. It felt like a promise to Lavenderstar, if she was watching. If she could do even half as much for Kestrelpaw as she did for her, it'd be quite the feat.

The sound of their newly returned clanmate's name being called had her eyes back on Cloudedpaw again. She wondered briefly if she had been expecting this--to receive her name so shortly after coming home to them again. If there was anyone who doubted whether or not she deserved it, it certainly wasn't Mothshine. She had seen the growth she'd gone through, and in such short time. She had watched her struggle and watched her succeed. If there was thing she was sure of, it was her resilience. She'd proven it more than once. Heronstar calling upon her gave her a surge of pride, and she tried to catch her eye before she stepped forward. Something to tell her she was proud of her. Well, they'd have plenty of time for that later. She was quick to start the cheering when Heronstar concluded, Cloudednight ringing loud and clear from her maw. "We'll have to find a nest for you in the warrior's den!" She chirped towards her brightly. After the vigil she'd be sitting tonight, she was sure the rest would be needed.

Having been late to the meeting, Kestrelpaw took a seat near the back and briefly wondered what her mother would touch on today. How hard it must be to have the position of leader ... the golden tabby shook her head softly - no, she would never be fit for that. One must have a certain amount of passion for the job and leading, something she could never have. There was a maternal instinct in her bones, one that made nagging and bossing around not too difficult, but she couldn't imagine the immense responsibility it took to lead a Clan. It would crush someone like her, for sure. To see her mother up there, it was always a rush of pride that flowed through her. Heronstar was strong, a natural leader, and golly! Kes looked up to her every day.

When her name was called, Kestrelpaw was pulled out of her daydream and she scrambled for a second to realize what it was that she was being called forward for. Surely it wasn't time for her warrior ceremony yet - she had admittedly been lacking a little in training and did not feel anywhere near ready to receive her name. Oh! Mothshine was ready to begin her training again. It was a good thing, because the NPC warrior that had been training her was really getting on her nerves ... the old grump was always getting onto her for something or another.

Bounding up to touch noses with the senior warrior, Kestrelpaw curled her tail in excitement.

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