Driftpaw's Warrior Ceremony

Darkstar clambered onto her perch, frowning a bit. These sudden bouts of illness were starting to become alarming, and she hoped it wasn't something serious - or chronic - and she could actually perform her duties on a regular basis. "All cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather under the Highrock for a Clan meeting!"

Driftpaw gingerly approached Highrock. Her pelt was well groomed and neat like usual, but it wasn't like she knew what was going to happen. Her blue eyes looked up to Darkstar and she smiled softly at the leader, before taking a seat.

Darkstar's yellow eyes settled on the young cat below. "Tonight we gather to make an apprentice a warrior. Driftpaw, please step forward." The daylight today seemed to last longer than than yesterday; that was a good sign. Greenleaf was fast approaching.

Driftpaw's eyes widened in shock. She couldn't believe it was her ceramony, after moons of waiting this was finally it. Sheepishly, Driftpaw scrambled to her paws and stepped forward. A small grin plastered on her face, the dusty she cat looked up at Darkstar with excited amber eyes.

The fluffy she-cat's gaze flickered towards the sky, where stars were beginning to sparkle into life. "I, Darkstar, leader of Thunderclan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. She has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend her to you as a warrior in her turn." The moon appeared from behind a wispy cloud as she looked back down. "Driftpaw, do you promise to uphold the code and to protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?"

Driftpaw followed Darkstar's gaze as she still struggled to comprehend what was happening. She barely heard what the tripedal warrior said, but the sudden silence brought her back to her senses. The dusty She-cat dropped her head to look at the leader. "I do." she meowed her voice for once without it's stutter. Maybe becoming a warrior would change that, maybe it'd be the start of a different cat. One who wasn't a murderer and one who didn't abandon their clan, it'd be a whole new leaf, literally. Driftpaw looked at the leader, her amber eyes burning with determination.

"Then by the powers of Starclan I grant you your warrior name. Driftpaw, from this moment forwards, you shall be known as Driftcloud. Starclan honors you for your skill and endurance, and we welcome you as a full warrior Thunderclan." The leader slid down the rock to join the chanting below.

Driftcloud's smile widened and she let out a delighted purr. The name suited her perfectly. "Driftcloud... Sounds good." she murmed quietly to herself joyously. Happily, the dusty warrior turned around to face her clan as they chanted her new name. Driftcloud couldn't of been more happy.