Mistedpaw's Warrior Ceremony

Featherstar bound to Tall Rock "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneathe Tall Rock for a Clan meeting." She said.

Icepaw padded out of his den slowly after a dreamless sleep. It was nice to get away from dreams for a while...but it's kind of strange... he thought to himself, while watching the Clan come out of their dens.

Raccoontail limped from the warriors den still trying to heal up from the dog attack. She sat under the tall rock in her usual spot.

Firefly and Mistedpaw took their usual seats. Together on the far side.

Fallensoul watched quietly with his now usual, cold silver eyes.

Icepaw waited for Featherstar to begin, but caught Fallensoul out of the corner of his eye. He padded up to him and sat down.

"What do you suppose this is?" he asked his father.

Fallensoul kept a steady gaze on Featherstar. "A warrior ceremony," he replied without looking at Icepaw.

"That's great! More warriors! Our Clan is healthy and strong...what a good sign..." he sighed happily. Icepaw turned his attention back to the warrior ceremony, not saying anything anymore.

"Mistedpaw, please join me on highrock." The leader asked, continuing. "We are Gathered here today to make this apprentice a Warrior." She said strongly, continuing still over the murmurs of objection. "I know that Mistedpaw did not start off in this Clan, but neither did I. She has proved herself loyal and worthy so, from this day on, instead of being know as Mistedpaw, you shall be know as Mistedclover. I pray that my warrior ancestors watch over you as you join the Clan in hunt as well as battle." Featherstar purred, stepping back to let MistedCLOVER bask in her glory.

Mistedclover stood tall. Finally, a warrior at last!

Firefly purred and shouted her daughters new name. She was going to tell Featherstar that she was half WindClan, but maybe some other time. When this information as needed.

Fallensoul did not chant. He just blinked, then walked away.

OOC: i ttttttold uuuuuuuu heeeeeeez ebilllllll

Ooc: xD dat b3tch. Lolo

ic: Mistedclover had saw that Fallensoul didn't even cheer for her. Even more, the way he seemed to act better than the rest of his clan... Really angered her.

OOC: i no rit3? *slaps self* He's gonna get even m33nur tho D:

OOC: You has a follower! Grrr you Cherry!

IC: Icepaw smiled and chanted Mistedclover's new named. He looked sadly at his father before returning to his den, thinking about sorting his herbs.

OOC: I raised suchhhh a bratz >:I Lawl no jaykay, feathz was too busy bein dah leader to raise her ebil sunnnn D:
*thinks* Maybe that's why he's so ebillll. dundunDUNNNNN>

Featherstar smiled, but faded as she watched Fallensoul walk away casually, without so much as a congratulate to Mistedclover. She jumped off high rock and approached him. "What is you problem? You use to be so nice." She growled, staring at him with eye flecked with the silver that claimed his own.