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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Falconmoon had been shivering most of the night. The hot weather seemed to vanish into thin air as the cold snap came in as fast as a storm. He leaped up onto Tallbranch and shook himself off, as if it would be enough to shake off the cold that, thanks to the hot green-leaf, he was not used to. "Let all cats old enough to climb a tree gather beneath the Tallbranch for a clan meeting!" His voice called out. He inhaled deeply, smelling and tasting the approaching leaf-fall. Finally relief was on it's way... but he knew it wouldn't be long after that he would be missing the sun.
Otterkit slowly peaked his head out of the nursery. Blue eyes scanning the clearing, before looking over at his grandfather. He was finally well enough to join these meetings but he wasn't sure if it was his place yet or not.. The queens encouraged him to start attending but he was still afraid that he would get in trouble. Carefully the pale tom stepped out into the camp, resolving himself to sit at the back of the crowd. He wouldn't be in the way this way. He would still get to listen without getting under paw.
At the sound of his father's voice, Harespring perked from his napping spot, and joined the growing crowd. He knew Otterkit would be an apprentice soon but he didn't know how soon. Still he was proud of his son for making it this far, especially after going through the same things he did as a kit.
The clan gathered around and Falconmoon began the meeting. "Otterkit step forward. You have reached the age of six moons and it is time for you to become an apprentice. From today until the day you earn your warrior name, you will be known as Otterpaw. Your mentor will be Foxsnap." He hoped this was a wise decision, putting siblings together. If anything this was an opportunity for Foxsnap to show leadership and strength.
Once the clan had gathered to congratulate Otterpaw on his new name, the meeting concluded and Falconmoon removed himself from the Tallbranch.
And if the world don't break, I'll be shaking it...
Foxsnap kept to the edges of the crowd so he never looked too invested, but he’d been paying close attention to apprentice ceremonies since he’d been made one himself. It felt like he cared more about Otter and Silent earning their names than they did. But he heard one of them was finally advancing soon--not the one he’d expected to move on first, truthfully, but at least one of them was. And it would be good for Otter to finally get outside, see that the world wouldn’t kill him just for interacting with it.
Ruddy ears swiveled forward to listen when his brother’s name was called. He hoped Otter would get a good mentor, someone patient enough to not pull his ears off but stern enough to put some toughness in him. The new name came, and so did the assignment, and--Foxsnap blinked. He angled his head back to blink up at Falconmoon, perched on the Tallbranch. He was supposed to be Otter’s mentor? He’d only barely been named a warrior. There was a warm bolt of pride over the factor of his youth, but it was dimmed by uncertainty. And…
Foxsnap’s eyes slithered across the crowd, searching for a pale pelt until he found it. Because of course it was easy to spot Harespring here, when his father seemed to melt into the crowd before his own ceremony. Foxsnap turned away before he let his lip curl. Harespring would kill him if he put a tuft of fur out of place on Otterpaw’s pelt. Some sort of sickly, angry feeling bubbled in Foxsnap’s gut, but he couldn’t identify what it was.
Whatever he felt, he was a mentor now. His brother’s mentor. And somewhere, sunken deep beneath the briny turmoil, he was proud of Otter and excited to train together. He loved his brother, even if Otterpaw frustrated him, too. Foxsnap got off his haunches and made his way through the crowd until he reached Otterpaw near the front of it. Rather than the traditional nose-touch, he roughly jostled Otterpaw’s shoulder with his own, laughing as he settled in. ”Took ya long enough,” he said, tone both chiding and warm. ”Go get yourself a new place to sleep and get to know some of the other apprentices, ‘kay?” A little sterner, ”I’m waking you up at dawn tomorrow.”
