Post by stag on Feb 2, 2016 3:38:39 GMT
Magpiestar lay curled idly outside his den. The edges of his lichen curtain brushed at his back in the swaying breeze, sending a chill up his spine and rolling over his shoulders. His chin rested neatly on his paws, his ears flicked lazily. Yet despite all outward appearances of carelessness, a closer look revealed the truth. His long fur was carefully groomed, his dark coat shone in the rare patches of sunlight. An easy smile played on his lips, smoothing away the deep lines that marred his aged features. And his gaze, so often far and lost in memory, was sharp and eager - trained upon the Nursery. His smile broadened, knowing and fond. Squeaks escaped the clump of reeds at various intervals - sounds of protest, of excitement, of indignation. He relished them, relished the opportunity to play this role. He stood slowly, shaking out his fur rather unnecessarily as nothing had even had the chance to lodge within it. He sank into a deep stretch, straightening once more. His shoulders came back, his head high, his neck straight - the image of the warrior he had so recently taught Bearkit to be. The thought elicited the ghost of a purr from his throat as he turned to the High Rock.
Unlike more recent ceremonies, Magpiestar didn't spring. He didn't bunch his muscles, racing his former youthful self to the top. He felt no need to prove himself, to exert himself as the image of a vigor he no longer embodied. His life was symbol enough, his power, the fact that once more he would stand before them all. He made each step with care, climbing easily from stone to stone as his face neared the sky. When he reached the summit, he took another moment to look towards the Nursery, to lose himself in a moment of memory. Then, with precision, he stepped forward. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather below the High Rock for a clan meeting!" His voice echoed out, calling together the warriors he so proudly called his own.
An experienced patience urged him to wait, to bide his time until the moment when they had all appeared before him. And they would come, some more reluctantly than others. But the time seemed immeasurable, the waiting interminable. His ears flicked back, an uncharacteristic grin spreading across his cheeks. Perhaps, for once, he would not wait. He would indulge in a moment of excitement, of thrill, of fond exhileration. "There comes a time when childhood is left behind, when one begins the journey towards joining the proud ranks of our clan's warriors. That time is once again upon us!" He paused, his gaze settling on the Nursery, on the little figures who doubtless waited within. "Maplekit and Bearkit, please come forward."
WORD COUNT: 473
TAGGED: all of riverclan
NOTES: hoorah for apprentices!
TAGGED: all of riverclan
NOTES: hoorah for apprentices!