Yarrowpaw's Warrior Ceremony

Leaping up to the Willow Branch, Ivystar let out a gentle sigh, her emerald eyes closing for just a moment as she took in all the sounds and scents around her. Yarrowpaw, she and her mates' most recent adopted son, had completed his training and been advised by StarClan, and was now prepared to officially become a warrior. This was nearly always a bittersweet moment, as Ivystar adored seeing her children grow up and become the warrior they were always meant to be- but at the same time, the fear of her failing them or them being hurt crept up her spine with each second that ticked by. With a quick shake of her head to push the unwanted thoughts away, she cleared her throat and called out, "All cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather beneath the Willow Branch for a Clan meeting!"

Yarrowpaw stood proud underneath the Willow Branch, just under his adoptive mother- soon, he'll be with his real mother. Finally, after all of his hardship, his fight with the hawk, his battles with himself, Yarrowpaw was becoming a warrior. A full grown, true warrior. Yarrowpaw knew that shortly later, he will be joining his mother in WindClan, where he belongs. That's why he requested for his prefix to be changed, partly for his battle with the hawk, and partly for his desire to be more distant from his adopted mother. He needs to be distant, otherwise he won't be able to leave.

Once Yarrowpaw had made his way to the Willow Branch and took a seat, Ivystar called out, "Today we've gathered to witness the rise of RiverClan's newest warrior. Dewlight has assured me that Yarrowpaw has earned his warrior name. Yarrowpaw, if you believe this to be true, step forward now and your ceremony will commence." She meowed, enunciating her words so that he'd be able to read her lips, and beckoning him forward with her tail.

Yarrowpaw wasted no time in stepping forward. His scar had burnt in reminder- he had earned this. All the chores, all the training, all the fighting had finally earned Yarrowpaw the position he craved. He was too nervous to look at the crowd before him, but he hoped that Dewlight and Cloverpaw were there, smiling. Or maybe Cloverpaw wasn’t- he had told her he was leaving, after all. They’d see each other again, however. There was no stopping that.

This topic has been locked on account of the ceremony being canceled by the RPer.