Patchpaw's Warrior Ceremony

Stormstar sat up on the Tallrock, his gaze shifted as he gazed around the clearing. He cleared his throat, purring sightly. He had just gotten the news from his mate; it was time for his daughter to become an warrior! "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather below the Tallrock for a Clan Meeting."

Twistedkit came racing from the nursery, his eyes shining. He knew the meeting wasn't for him; he wasn't six moons yet but he was close...No, he was aware of what it was for having been with his father when Raccoonheart had told him. His heart leaped in joy; his sister was going to become a warrior!

Falconfang trotted out to the sounds of Stormstar calling a clan meeting. Once more, he didn't know what it was: perhaps he should've, but he never really thought of whether someone was becoming an apprentice or a warrior. Either one was a cause of celebration, so he just rolled with it as he took his place near the rock, sitting down and looking around for the rest of his clan.

Patchpaw padded into the clearing from the apprentices den, her pelt still very dusty for she hadn't cleaned it in a while for she had no time to "Hello Falconfang, what is this about?" the she-cat wondered.

Stormstar gazed at the cats gathered below him and when he saw Patchpaw he smiled. "I've called you all here to see an apprentice become a warrior. Patchpaw please step forward," he meowed before Falconfang could respond, wanting to get this ceremony over with and get his daughter her warrior name.

Patchpaws fur bristled at her name her ears grew hot with excitement "My Starclan!" she meowed silently, stepping up she took three large steps towards her father 'Finally I'll be a warrior! no more apprentice duties no more cleaning the dens with that lazy Shadepaw and no more training!' she nearly let out a wail of exictement and pleasure about her ceremony.

Stormstar grinned widely at his daughter, before clearing his throat as he stood before her. "I, Stormstar, leader of WindClan, 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. Patchpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?"

Raccoonheart, who was there the whole time, watched with pride form the nursery. She had to keep an eye on Twistedkit, and the others in the nursery.

"I do!" she smiled straightening her legs and giving herself a small lick her and there as a last moment cleaning for her name.

"Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Patchpaw, from this moment you will be known as Patcheye. StarClan honors your wisdom and kindness, and we welcome you as a full warrior of WindClan."

"Patcheye, Patcheye!" Twistedkit shouted from his spot next to his mother as soon as his father had said the word 'WindClan'. His eyes sparkled as he watched his sister, hoping that one day soon, he would be up there getting his apprentice name.

Patcheye shook with pride that overwhelmed her, tonight she would sit vigil untill she could be relieved of it and be relived by her mother, for all she knew she was going to have a long vigil.

"Patcheye! Patcheye!" Foxkit's squeal echoed throughout the camp. The kit had randomly appeared out of the snow and was racing towards the newest warrior. "Good job!" he purred, stubby tail sticking straight up in the air. Then he sat down and batted her with his paws.

Patcheye smiled and licked the kits messy fur clean "I got to go sit vigil, and while doing so I can't talk till I am relieved, ok?" she meowed.