Burdocks Med Cat Ceromony

It was late in the afternoon, Batsong sat alone in the med den. The recent herb hunts left them well prepared for anything to come, she felt ready for once. It was the first time she had felt that in awhile, allowing some amount of relief.

The capture of their clanmates was hard on everyone. More than anything she wished to try and track them down, track down Whisper and somehow figure out a way to free them from this. But she knew she had to keep responsible to the clan, keep around and close to them, she had a role now to protect them. Whisperear was on their own now, just like Rosepaw was. They were both out there somewhere, she knew it.


She was getting ready for another journey to the moonstone. And she grinned, tonight was a special night, she would be taking Shadowclans med cat apprentice to the moonstone to recieve Burdockpaws full med cat name.

Nothing would make her happier. She had gotten to know Burdockpaw a lot more over the recent moon. She was like her, warrior trained turned med cat which Batsong liked, she was semi quiet but knew her stuff really well.

A bit gaurded but then again, all med cats seemed to be. Burdockpaw was easy enough to get along with and that was good seeing as how their two leaders were intent to make their clans allies.


She went to the meeting spot where they agreed to meet up earlier and sat down tail twitching with a bit of excitment, she was sorry that Fuzzybellly couldnt be the one taking ?Burdockpaw in but the poor med cat was out with some severe sickness which Batsong hoped he would soon recover.


Seeing her approach Batsong greeted her, "h-hey! Ready for your n-new name and position? she purred quietly.

"I hope your m-mentor is well soon, if you ever need any h-herbs at all never h-hesitate to ask


With that she gave a little nod and stood up leading the way the very short distance to the entrence of the cave.

Burdockpaw came with an uncharacteristic hustle to her step and dipped her head as she joined Batsong. At this point, Batsong was just as much of a mentor as Fuzzybelly to her. With Fuzzybelly's health in the balance, she had approached Batsong to conduct the ceremony for her name if she felt Burdockpaw was ready (which, she knew she was.) ShadowClan would need a full medicine cat if they were to survive. Of course, Burdockpaw had requested her own name. In her mind, she deserved as much.

The pair snaked down the tunnels in relative ease to the Moonstone. To Burdockpaw, it held little meaning in a spiritual sense. It was a tool - a difficult one - but not much different than her herbs. The soon-to-be-full-medicine cat settled down by the stone and awaited Batsong to begin.

Batsong went through the familiar tunnels and once they reached the stone it was time for the ceromony to begin.

She settled down before the apprentice. She liked Burdockpaw alot, and through their herb hunts both had learned a great deal from each other. She was ready for this and for sure deserved it.


"I c-call upon our starclan ancestors to approve Burdockpaw to her new position as a formal medicine cat of shadowclan. She has worked hard to learn the ways of the med cats and has protected her clan from injury. she faced her friend and co-worker happily

"Burdockpaw? Do you promise to protect your clan? To hold to the medicine cat code and to help all cats of the forest regardless of clan, to vow never to take a mate while in this position and to care/heal those unable to do so themselves?

This was all a formality at this point, Burdockpaw was gonna be an amazing med cat, Batsong knew it and she really liked the name that Burdock had picked out.

As soon as Burdock agreed to the vow she would get her full name and then if she wanted to could also speak with a starclan cat for advise and such

Burdockpaw nodded, listening carefully to the words. "Yes, I do." A way more complex answer than her previous vows. It made her think of Nightstar; where was he? Additionally she was concerned about Fuzzybelly, and the not knowing knawed at her stomach. Pushing that aside, Burdockpaw leaned into the ceremony instead. All of that could be solved later.

Batsong nodded with a little smile. “You have worked hard and I know what it’s like to be both warrior and med cat. From this night onward you shall be known as burdockroot! I now ask starclan to s-share with you a dream to help guide you in your new role.”

With that, the new name was given. Batsong dipped her head in respect to her newest coworker and peer. Burdockroot was someone she trusted now, it was a good thing too. With windclan and shadowclan being led closer and closer to alliance by their two leaders, batsong was glad that she could trust burdockroot as well. She had a feeling they would be working a lot more soon in the future.

“Rest now” she said quietly motioning to the stone. “And congratulations!

Burdockroot nodded with a small flint of a smile. She did it. Although it felt right being named a warrior, it felt empty. This felt... Prideful. Settling down on her stomach with her nose pressed to the moonstone, she instantly fell into a deep sleep. All too familiar, she found herself waking up in StarClan.

For a moment, there was no one to greet her; only the brilliant landscape that stretched out on all sides. Then a figure came dashing out of the shadows: a large black tabby, fur shining with light and vibrant orange eyes meeting Burdockroot's own. She ran forward excitedly, stopping just short of knocking the newly-named medicine cat over.

"We're not really meant for this, are we?" The question was both sudden and unprompted. "Then again, is anyone meant for the path they're on? We make choices, and we live with them. That's just how it is."

Blinking, she jumped up, with the air of having forgotten something important. "Right! My name is Mothglow," she introduced herself, standing tall and proud. "I was ShadowClan's medicine cat in seasons past- but before that, I trained as a warrior. Like you, I chose a different path. Whether or not it's the one we were meant to walk, we chose this life for ourselves. I wanted to talk to you, to tell you that you're not alone, you know? And- well. I'm proud of you. StarClan is proud of you."

The older medicine cat stood cheerfully, bouncing from one paw to the other with enthusiastic energy. Even death, it seemed, hadn't given her pause.

"And when I say you're not alone, I don't just mean me- or even the rest of us, even though we're here. You have your Clanmates, too; you need to communicate with the cats around you! They rely on you, and you have to rely on them in turn: there's not really space for isolation in a life like this. Community and communication are at the heart of a Clan, and you're a part of that now- whether you want to be or not."

She purred, regarding Burdockroot as one might an old friend.

"...More than anything, I wish you happiness in life. This path is not an easy one, and life is filled with sorrow, but may you find peace and joy in the spaces between tragedy."

Burdockroot jumped with the cats sudden appearance, and as she spoke she remained silent although her chest was slowly filling with an odd feeling of warmth she hadn't known before? StarClan was proud of her? Nobody had really said that to her before in her life, especially someone with such status. It made the gentle blows following after even softer and she actually accepted the criticism. Speaking with her clanmates was difficult. But, if StarClan was proud of her and acknowledge her, she could try her best. With a nod towards the former medicine cat as the stars around her started to blur.