Post by crescendo on May 14, 2016 4:16:47 GMT
#DEPUTY CEREMONY
720 WORDS
BY MINNIE OF GS
so say, "geronimo!" say, "geronimo!"
Whoever came up with a time limit for naming the Clan deputy before moonhigh was a cat that Duckstar would have personally enjoyed throttling. Not that she wanted to wait for long mind you. It had merely become clear to her that the ceremony timing was centered around cats who could walk “normally” and didn’t factor in ones who had fallen out of a tree and shattered their leg in their youth. The result was that she was forced to begin actually seriously consider her choice well before they’d even reached the border of RiverClan territory. Normally it was no problem for Duckstar to keep up with her fellow warriors, but she’d left in the middle of a storm and had walked quickly to meet the moon the night before. It took almost a full-day for her to make her way back, by the time she’d finally reached camp the sun had already begun to set.
If I could stop time with my own paws, Duckstar thought with a twitch of her whiskers. She’d exhaustedly greeted the cats that had come out to greet her—and was made uncomfortably aware of those that were chalking her physical delay as weakness. Well screw them—they didn’t have to walk twice as much the length of their territory and back after going what she went through. Duckstar twitched her whiskers as she passed by groups of cats, and had ended up batting Cuckookit gently away with a soft mrrow of laughter when the kit had tried to get underpaw.
“They accepted you, right Duckstar?” Cuckookit loudly asked. Duckstar’s ears flicked back, and she lifted her gaze away from her half-brother’s silver pelt to meet the eyes of the cats around her. How many of them questioned that.
“Yeah of course—go find Bluethroat kay? You should probably be getting ready for bed,” Duckstar nudged the young cat with her nose and he squealed happily and tore off for the nursery. Duckstar could hear him yowling her new name the whole way, and she felt a twinge of shyness and embarrassment that she quickly shoved aside. Not the time nor the place. She resisted the urge to look back at Magpiethorn for guidance. No, she had to prove she was confident. This was her time now, he had left the Clan in her paws. So with purpose she started for the Pebblerock.
Her heart had begun to pound in her throat, but she made sure to hold her head high and tail aloft. Don’t let them see you’re nervous, you’re their leader. Be confident, be calm. You can do this.
The bicolor-tabby inhaled sharply as she reached the tumble of stones, before bunching her hind legs. They were powerful, but she knew the climb was going to be awkward and painful for her. For a heartbeat she wished strongly she could just change where she announced the meeting to the Clan—either way she was going to be above everyone’s head. So with purpose she sprang, grunting and putting as little weight as she could on her bad leg until she had made it to the top and was standing breathless at the pinnacle.
Not so hard—ugh, the Great Rock’s gonna be an adventure though. Duckstar flattened her ears momentarily. The she-cat felt a twinge of fear at the idea of the Gathering suddenly, the knowledge that she’d have to jump far higher than this and with less bounds made her stomach clench. If she fell down in front of her own Clan it’d be bad enough, but all five? Great StarClan, Gatherings were going to suck from now on! Not the time! The ceremony!
“Kay—let’s get things rolling! Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Pebblerock for a Clan meeting!” She was so used to Magpiest—Magpiethorn’s weathered calm tone that her’s sounded young and childish compared to him. Of course she was being respectful, but there was an undeniably strong note of her youth in her words. It sounded strange, tasted weird on the tongue. Duckstar took a deep breath and sat as comfortably as she could while she waited for the Clan to gather below.
Her first Clan meeting—the naming of her deputy. She could do this. Duckstar could do this.
If I could stop time with my own paws, Duckstar thought with a twitch of her whiskers. She’d exhaustedly greeted the cats that had come out to greet her—and was made uncomfortably aware of those that were chalking her physical delay as weakness. Well screw them—they didn’t have to walk twice as much the length of their territory and back after going what she went through. Duckstar twitched her whiskers as she passed by groups of cats, and had ended up batting Cuckookit gently away with a soft mrrow of laughter when the kit had tried to get underpaw.
“They accepted you, right Duckstar?” Cuckookit loudly asked. Duckstar’s ears flicked back, and she lifted her gaze away from her half-brother’s silver pelt to meet the eyes of the cats around her. How many of them questioned that.
“Yeah of course—go find Bluethroat kay? You should probably be getting ready for bed,” Duckstar nudged the young cat with her nose and he squealed happily and tore off for the nursery. Duckstar could hear him yowling her new name the whole way, and she felt a twinge of shyness and embarrassment that she quickly shoved aside. Not the time nor the place. She resisted the urge to look back at Magpiethorn for guidance. No, she had to prove she was confident. This was her time now, he had left the Clan in her paws. So with purpose she started for the Pebblerock.
Her heart had begun to pound in her throat, but she made sure to hold her head high and tail aloft. Don’t let them see you’re nervous, you’re their leader. Be confident, be calm. You can do this.
The bicolor-tabby inhaled sharply as she reached the tumble of stones, before bunching her hind legs. They were powerful, but she knew the climb was going to be awkward and painful for her. For a heartbeat she wished strongly she could just change where she announced the meeting to the Clan—either way she was going to be above everyone’s head. So with purpose she sprang, grunting and putting as little weight as she could on her bad leg until she had made it to the top and was standing breathless at the pinnacle.
Not so hard—ugh, the Great Rock’s gonna be an adventure though. Duckstar flattened her ears momentarily. The she-cat felt a twinge of fear at the idea of the Gathering suddenly, the knowledge that she’d have to jump far higher than this and with less bounds made her stomach clench. If she fell down in front of her own Clan it’d be bad enough, but all five? Great StarClan, Gatherings were going to suck from now on! Not the time! The ceremony!
“Kay—let’s get things rolling! Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Pebblerock for a Clan meeting!” She was so used to Magpiest—Magpiethorn’s weathered calm tone that her’s sounded young and childish compared to him. Of course she was being respectful, but there was an undeniably strong note of her youth in her words. It sounded strange, tasted weird on the tongue. Duckstar took a deep breath and sat as comfortably as she could while she waited for the Clan to gather below.
Her first Clan meeting—the naming of her deputy. She could do this. Duckstar could do this.
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NOTES; Okay! So as far as I know we have an apprentice ceremony for Hollykit in order as well as the deputy ceremony. If anyone else has a character that needs a ceremony, shooty me a PM!
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