The future's in your paws. Shape it well.Roleplay in a cat Clan of warriors. Based off the Warriors series by Erin Hunter. Takes place in an AU before the cats in the books existed.
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It was time for yet another ceremony, and Poppyshine was happy to conduct it. Her paws were tingling with a touch of excitement and nerves that she had not felt in a while as she lifted herself up onto the Willow Branch. Poppyshine did her best to not allow that to show on her face as she called out, “Let all cats old enough to catch their own fish gather for a Clan meeting!”
Wrenkit practically dove out of the nursery to join the crowd. She wiggled from paw to paw as she waited for Perchstar to join her, and then she forced herself to sit still beside Perchstar. She gave herself a few quick licks, smoothing out her fur and taking deep breaths as her ears twitched and swiveled. She was going to become an apprentice. Despite her attempts to smooth it back out, her fur kept puffing up a little. She was so excited to get out of camp, explore the territory, and learn more about the world. Curiosity buzzed under her skin all the time, and she had thoroughly explored the camp by now. She was ready for something new.
Wrenkit looked eager to take on her ceremony, which made Poppyshine delighted to see. She waited for Wrenkit to settle down and then she got started straight away so Wrenkit would not have to restrain herself for much longer. “Wrenkit, you have reached the age of six moons. It is now time for you to be apprenticed.” She knew precisely who was going to apprentice her, because it had been the first decision that Poppyshine had made with Perchstar while they brainstormed who best to mentor Perchstar’s children. “From this day forward, until you receive your warrior name, you shall be known as Wrenpaw, and I shall be your mentor. I will teach you everything I know.”
Poppyshine’s eyes crinkled with joy and she hopped down from the branch so she could touch noses with Wrenpaw. The little apprentice was excitable and happy and eager. Poppyshine was more than happy to mentor her. There was anxiety at the back of her mind that doubted her abilities as a mentor. None of her previous apprentices were alive today. If she were a more superstitious cat, she may have even thought she was cursed. But Poppyshine would not let that anxiety hold her back from training Willowpaw and teaching her absolutely everything that Poppyshine could. This was one of Perchstar’s children, Poppyshine’s niece by all but blood; she would be as good a mentor as she could manage.
Willowpaw watched on from her mother’s side as Wrenkit became Wrenpaw. Her heart warmed as she watched the ceremony and she felt a brief spark of emotion she could not quite identify when Poppyshine proclaimed herself as Wrenpaw’s mentor. She was happy for her sister. She would be trained up by the deputy, which would surely come to be invaluable as she grew into a warrior. Willowpaw called out her sister’s new name and waited until she and Poppyshine had been acquainted before she walked over. “Congratulations. We can sleep beside one another once more,” she meowed.
The second ceremony of four. Wrenkit had taken very little encouragement to run up when she was beckoned by Poppyshine. Perchstar watched, feeling the same strangely subdued twinge of pride in her chest, as her dear friend agreed to mentor her daughter. It felt like things were coming full circle. Had it truly been more than a year ago that she had stood on the branch as Perchfall, declaring herself mentor to the newly named Poppypaw? Now Wrenkit--no, Wrenpaw--would be mentored by the young she-cat who had blossomed into such a wonderful warrior, deputy, mother, and companion. After the two had ended the ceremony, the leader walked up, just as Willowpaw finished her words of felicitations. "Congratulations, Wrenpaw," Perchstar told her second-oldest daughter, offering a warm nod. There was, of course, no smile. But there never really was. Smiling was not something that came naturally to Perchstar. She did also incline her head to her friend, Poppyshine. "Thank you." The two would fit well together with their equally energetic personalities. Hopefully, they would teach each other well.
