Dustypaw and Dimpaw's Warrior Ceremonies

"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here beneath the Highrock for a Clan meeting!." Dewstar yowled, gazing over the camp clearing.

OOC: Warrior names, guys?

Foxfang looked up from the fresh kill pile, towards his leader. He had been informed earlier that today would be the day. The day his apprentice, Dimpaw, would become a warrior. Grey eyes glittering with pride he set his mouse aside and made the short trip to the Highrock.

Dustypaw's ears flicked back as he listened to Dewstar summoning the clan together. This wasn't a strange thing - far from it - but he couldn't help but feel the thrill of excitement when he felt, or thought, that maybe...today it was something special for him.

"This is it. It's got to be it!" He thought, almost galloping to the front of the camp, fluffing his fur up as his chest swelled in pride.

ooc: Dustytuft XD

"Dustypaw, please step forward." Dewstar looked down on the apprentice. "I, Dewstar, leader of ThunderClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down upon this apprentice. He has trained hard to learn the ways of your noble code, and I commend him to you as a warrior in his turn. Dustypaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?"

Did he promise? That was a ridiculous question. Of course he promised. That was what he had spent the last few moons training for, wasn't it? What every Apprentice knew was expected of them. It took him a moment to actually make the words come out however. He was so excited, it first came out as a wheezy little cough.

"Of course I do!" He purred, his bushy tail thwacking the ground behind in an almost canine enthusiasm. "I'll make my...our Thunderclan ancestors proud!"

She smiled, pleased to see such earnest excitement. "Then by the powers of StarClan, I grant you your warrior name. From this day on, you shall be called Dustytuft. StarClan honors your zeal and vigor in training, and we welcome you as a full warrior of ThunderClan." She jumped down and rested her muzzle on his head.

Upon seeing her second apprentice become a warrior, Brezefeather welled with pride even though her puppeteer hadn't made her train with him . Her first apprentice, Splashpaw, had not been made a warrior as she was sent into exile by Dewstar for standing up against her for SkyClan, however the calico warrior held no grudge against Dewstar as Breezefeather herself was not a fan of SkyClan. Shakng the thoughts from her mind, the experienced warrior stood up to congratulate Dustytuft after he had completed the ritual of becoming a warrior.

His heart felt as if it were about to swell out of her chest (which would be very unhealthy were it actually to happen, when you thought about it) but that didn't matter; this was his day, and Dustytuft - Dustytuft, he had his full name now! - couldn't have been happier.

I hope you're watching me, Starclan. He thought. Because I'm going to make you proud of me!

Occ; Surprise me I can't think of any.

Ic; The young apprentice named Dimpaw slipped from the apprentice den, An ear flicking as he glanced over at the Highrock where Thunderclan cats left to gather around Dewstar. Lifting his head high, Dimpaw padded towards the Highrock with a certain gleam of pride hidden in his clear Amber eyes. As the Golden apprentice watched with high alert As he and Dustypaw stepped forward, puffing out his chest his eyes locked places firmly with Dewstars bright blue eyes. Watching, waiting.

OOC; Ok, we'll pretend she named you Dimheart. Sound good?

Occ; I'm fine with it.

Dimheart filled up with pride, slowly stepping back and dipping his head back in respect to the old and well known Thunderclan leader. "Thank you Dewstar." Dimheart said his voice bellowing as he spoke. His gaze turned over towards Dustytuft congratulating him with a flick of his tail. And dipping his head towards the new warrior as well, Knowing that the both of them will make excellent warriors of Thunderclan.