Dawnpaw's Medicine Cat Ceremony

Gorsefeather hiked across the Thunderpath and through the swampy marshes that were almost frosted over in the Leafbare cold. The medicine cat was weary from the cold trip, but he managed to reach the camp without too much fuss. He wasn't that old, he was young and spry enough to take his own damn apprentice back and forth to High Rocks, despite the concerned looks he got from his clanmates. At the outskirts of camp, he waited politely for his apprentice, Dawnpaw to be escorted out. He could feel he wasn't welcome, but this was marginally a warmer welcome that what he'd received when he'd come to Acornheather for her ceremony.

Dawnpaw didn't wait for an escort. She didn't care about the relations that Shadowclan had with Windclan at the moment. Medicince Cats went past borders. Once she reached Gorsefeather she looked up at him a bright look on her face. "Ready to go." She said simply.

"Very well then. I trust you can lead the way?" Gorsefeather asked, testing his apprentice's knowledge on the path to High stones. He knew that she had gotten there alone when it was the medicine cat gathering but it didn't do harm to check. After all, from today onwards, they would be fellow medicine cats rather than mentor and apprentice, cordial, but she wouldn't be able to freely rely on him anymore.

Dawnpaw nodded in response. She was confident in her abilities since she made it there by herself last time. Dawnpaw walked away from the camp leading Gorsefeather to the moonstone. After amount of time passed the two arrived on time for the ceremony that was going to happen.

Once they were next to the Moonstone, Gorsefeather called his apprentice closer before saying the words that had been spoken at his own ceremony. "I, Gorsefeather, medicine cat of WindClan, call upon ShadowClan's ancestors to look down on this apprentice. She has trained hard to understand the ways of a medicine cat, and with your help she will serve her Clan for many moons. Dawnpaw, do you promise to uphold the ways of a medicine cat, to stand apart from rivalry between Clan and Clan and to protect all cats equally, even at the cost of your life?"

"I do." Dawnpaw said containing her excitement. Her body might not show it, but her eyes did. She was so glad she was able to go down this path. They were bright, and full of happiness, and hopefullness.

"Then by the powers of StarClan I give you your true name as a medicine cat. Acornpaw, from this moment onwards you will be known as Dawnflower. StarClan honours your kindness and her sick rhymes foresight, and we welcome you as medicine cat of ShadowClan." He placed his muzzle on her head, signalling the end of the cermony and their relationship as mentor and apprentice. She was her own cat now, and in a few moons, she would take on her own apprentice. "We must meet with StarClan and they will share tongues with you as ShadowClan's new medicine cat. Press your nose against the rock as always, Dawnflower."