Webshadow's Elder Ceremony

Froststar hadn't wanted to do this, he had never really wanted this kind of duty. However, when his mate had requested to become an elder, how could he deny him? He had impeccable service to his clan, wounds that would give the tom difficulties in his duties... and he had been a warrior for quite some time. Perhaps it was just the inevitable march of time that was bothering the tom, but no matter. He had his duty, whether he wanted it or not. Froststar leapt up onto the Jaggedrock, eyes cold, and unwavering as always. "All cats old enough to silently stalk in the shadows, gather in the shadow of Jaggedrock for a clan meeting!"

The sound of Froststar's voice roused Webshadow from the faint sleep he'd fallen into. He knew already what this would be, and it showed on his face; his perpetual stoicism had creased into a deep frown, pain and discomfort painted across his features. More than just the deep ache that radiated from his leg and threatened never to go away; the pain of feeling as if he'd given up. Failed, somehow. The tabby dragged himself from the medicine cat's den, not yet feeling steady enough to fully join the growing crowd. Languishing in the shadow of the den, Webshadow twisted to give his bent and torn leg before focusing on his mate, schooling his expression into the best attempt at neutrality he could.

"ShadowClan, I gather you here to witness the request of one of our warriors. Webshadow, you have received wounds in the line of your duty that are affecting your warrior duties, and you have served your clan well over many moons. I must ask, however, is it your wish to join the ranks of our elders?" Frostgaze said the words as he would any other ceremony, though that didn't mean it hurt any less.

Froststar spoke steadily, and Webshadow's heart twisted a little. He wondered if this was how Shira felt, after SkyClan had mauled her... grimacing, the dark tabby bowed his head, unable to meet his mate's deep gaze. "It is. Please."

Froststar nodded, closing his eyes for a moment before continuing. "Then it is my honor to acknowledge your request. ShadowClan honors your determination and observant nature throughout the moons, and we wish you continue to have many peaceful moons of rest." The tom quickly leapt down from his perch, headbutting his mate gently.