In more ways than one the past moon had been difficult. Riddled with the nicks and marks of disobedience that have since been ironed out- it was hard to ignore the absence of Asterpaw's chaotic but.. generally welcome presence. Leaf Bare was never easy- but this wore him down forever more than the winter wind's bite. He shook out his coat, loitering behind the fated log with his ceremonies and words tentatively poised. He prayed to the Stars above he could get through this without forgetting something or tripping over himself as per usual. Pulling in a sharp breath, he sprang from the shadows onto the snow-covered log, heads already turning to regard his mousy presence. He was beginning to resemble his mother more and more every day. "All cats old enough to swim, gather to hear my words," He addressed, uncertain was his tone albeit loud enough to be heard by the whole clan.
warrior ceremonies (oliveberry, firefeather)
apprentice ceremonies (tidepaw, pearlpaw, foxpaw)
night/owl as spiritual guidance