Ashpaw, Breezepaw, and Lightpaw's Warrior Ceremony

Falconstar jumped to the top of the Tallrock and called out, "All cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Tallrock for a clan meeting!"

OoC: Please tell me your warrior names and enable my laziness.

ooc; Breezefeather

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Breezepaw walked out from the apprentices den, quick to move to where she would be out of the Clans' view. What could she say? The one thing that the apprentice didn't have much of a kindling for was attention. I know this is my ceremony, but I just don't like everyone staring at me...

OOC: Ashwing

Ashpaw came out to sit under the Tallrock. After moons of training, she would finally be a warrior of WindClan! She almost purred with happiness before her nervousness caught up to her. What would it be like? What would her warrior name be?

Icepaw knew this wasn't his ceremony but he still wanted to be there for Ashpaw. As he sat amongst the crowd he saw the worried look on her face and meowed "you'll be fine!" with an encouraging tone.

OOC: Lightfoot

IC: Lightpaw followed after his denmates, his white pelt well-groomed and all obvious signs and streaks of dust removed. He felt no nervousness at all; he knew he deserved this ceremony. He was used to being stared at, anyway. His white fur meant that he always stuck out in a crowd. Lightpaw padded confidently in front of the gathered cats, looking up at Falconstar with his pale blue eyes.

Falconstar beamed down with pride at the three soon-to-be-warriors before continuing. "I am proud to say that we have three apprentices who are ready to become warriors. Ashpaw, Breezepaw, Lightpaw, you have all shown yourselves to be capable apprentices who were quick to learn and eager to defend our clan. I hope you shall continue to do that now that you are warriors. Your new names will be Ashwing, Breezefeather, and Lightfoot." With that, the clan started to cheer for their new warriors, Eaglethorn putting particular emphasis towards Lightfoot.

Ashwing sat up with pride as she received her name, and her leader's praise, all doubts forgotten. She glanced over at the other two warriors, Lightfoot and Breezefeather. She was finally a warrior! She purred with satisfaction. I won't let you down, Falconstar. You or WindClan. No matter what has happened in the past, this is my Clan. I am WindClan!

Suddenly freezing somewhat petrified, when Falconstar called her name and quite a few glances directed towards her, she just wanted to run. Looking over to the newly-named Ashwing, a smile was all that the she-cat could muster before the she-cat shifted uncomfortably. Breezefeather looked down at the ground, her silver pelt prickling slightly at the gazes and chants from all of the Clan.

Lightfoot's chest puffed in pride. He glanced around at the chanting cats and grinned, looking at the others who had been made warriors with him. He knew Ashwing deserved it. Breezefeather probably dd too, but he didn't know her well. He was pleased to hear his mentor cheering for him.