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Post by ilovewarriors7793 (Rosepaw) on Nov 19, 2006 13:50:11 GMT -5
Gingerkit felt excitement flood her small frame. She was chosen to become a medicine cat! She had known, somehow, that she was different than the other kits, intuition, perhaps. But then a pang of sadness filled her as she thought of how her path would seperate from Tawnykit, or Tawnypaw as she would now be called. They had defeated a fox together! Surely that had to prove their strength and that she was a fighter! But StarClan had chosen her path, and she wondered how Dawnstorm had discovered that she would become the next medicine cat. She would have to ask later. Gingerkit looked at Tawnypaw, and sent another secret message: We can still be best friends if you want. I'm surprised that I was chosen to be a medicine cat after defeating the fox, but that is StarClan's will, I suppose, and we must obey it at all costs. And if you don't want to be my best friend anymore, because of my destiny, I guess that it will be okay, Tawny. She looked not at her sister but to Dawnstorm and wondered where she would sleep that night, and what it was like to receive a medicine cat name, and other things. Anything was better than to think of the truth: that she and Tawnypaw would never sleep in the same den again, that they would not train together, that there would be no more games, and she didn't know the limits of the thought-speak range, amd what if she couldn't hear her during a battle? She padded away from the rock to touch noses with Dawnstrom as she realized she should have done a long time ago, and sat beside her. What should she do now?
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Post by Snowstar on Nov 20, 2006 17:24:50 GMT -5
Eaglekit listened with the utmost attentiveness to the words that Rapidstar spoke from her perch, green eyes gleaming in a mixture of hope and concealed anticipation. No matter who his mentor was, he told himself sternly, he would do his absolute best; and besides, now that he was out of the nursery, that would give him ample opportunity to show what he could do. He was daydreaming a bit on what he was going to learn, letting all of the other words that had nothing to do with him pass his ears.
And finally, something caught his ears; the mention of one of the warriors: Feroux. There wasn't a reason, but for some reason he wanted to hear who this cat would be mentoring. Somehow, he held a bit admiration for this cat above all others. That tom had something that he wanted and he secretly wished could have when he grew older. That cat was had a mysterous quality that caught Eaglekit's intrest. A short pause ensued{To him that is}, as if the world itself was slowing down to increase the tension that the new apprentice could feel boiling to a point in his veins. Her words hung on the air like a fine mist--an ironic thought, given just who he hoped to get as a mentor--and Eaglekit could practically feel himself leaning forward as if to catch what she was going to say next.
His ears were pricked just about as forward as they could go, listening, as she opened her mouth to finish her sentence - to pronounce the name of the kit who he'd mentor. Please, please, please, Eaglekit found himself silently praying. Oh please let it be him!
So intent was he on praying this way, that he almost missed the name that Rapidstarspoke. But he caught the statement just in time so that his tail practically shot up into the air, as a river of relief, gratitude, and sheer excitement went through him. It was him, Eaglekit; no it was Eaglepaw now
Feroux was going to be his mentor.
A grin spread so fast across his face, Eaglepaw could barely contain a yowl of glee. He remained sitting until he thought it was right, unlike someothers had, but turned toward the spot where he'd last seen spotted the tom. Gold eyes locked onto a near-identical pair of optics, and automatically, the new apprentice tried to sit up straighter. Feeling that he should move now, that Rapidstar had actually paused for them, he squeezed his way through the crowd and he he swiveled his head around the clearing, trying to spot those same pair of orbs again. Finally he spotted the tom and rushed foward, eyes shining with a mixture of awe and exitement. He leaned foward on his paws, lifting himself and he touched noses with his new mentor, not saying anything because he felt words weren't needed anymore to express what he felt.
This day could not possibly have gotten any better for Eaglepaw.
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Post by Flintpelt [Spideh] on Nov 22, 2006 9:13:23 GMT -5
Tawny jumped in place as her sister bounded out of nowhere towards her, but a wide grin immediately illuminated her kittish features. Ginger was there! She had been the first kit that Tawny had actually interacted with long ago, at the moment of their birth. And they had that inexplicable link that allowed them to speak to each other in mental sentences, enjoying conversations that no one else could hear, even if they were only a tail-length away and the two young females were screaming it as high as they could. And the way that they seemed to be totally devoid of pain in battle. The kill of the fox had been terrifying, yes, and terribly tiring, but they'd survived, and that was amazing in itself. "I got no idee who I wanna have fer mentor, but I hope issomecat good," she answered to her sister's question, then gave a quick glance around, checking out how many other cats were around. Rapidstar was there, of course, standing tall on the Royalrock as she looked out over the heads of her subjects. Crescentkit, one of her denmates, was there as well; and nearby was Iceheart, ShadowClan's deputy. Tawny's indigo gave switched between the two high-ranked felines for a while, debating whether she would get either of them as mentor. Probably not. She was too hyper. And yet that small hope from before remained. She could have dreams, couldn't she? There was Eaglekit, too, and Feroux sitting on the sidelines. The pale brown she-kit didn't particularly trust the tom for some reason. Instinct, she supposed. Something he did must've been against the way she acted herself. Mind quickly becoming bored with surveying the older male, she swept on, still searching. She didn't recognize many, though there were others. Head snapped to the side as Rapidstar began talking again, her words yowling out over the cats gathered around her. Ears were pricked as soon as the words escaped her maw, searching for the kitten's own name in the growing list. Crescentpaw with Tawny's mother, Hazelfern... Eaglepaw with Feroux, that cat she felt so uncomfortable with... and TawnytawnytawnyHERNAME. She began dancing in place, short tail thumping against the ground with the energy of a typhoon, practically jumping about in excitement. So joyful was she that she completely ignored the mental message her younger sister had sent to her. Eagerly she waited for the pronunciation of her mentor's name... and finally it came. Crag. She would be training with Crag. His name did not make any memories rise inside her, but raging happiness immediately flooded her mind. The grin that had previously appeared on her mouth widened broadly, revealing every gleaming white fang she possessed. She would be trainingtrainingtraining and her head was like a skipping record player, repeating the same thing over and over. Trainingtrainingtratrainingtraintrainingningning. "OhfargohyesohfargohgreatStarClanYESohFRIKKIN'CRIKEY!" she yelled to the skies, leaping up to her feet with strange agility. Dark blue gaze flickered about from side to side, searching for the tom who would be teaching her everything about battling, hunting, the territory and all the rest, and as she finally spotted him, legs skipped every in-between step and went into action, already streaking forward before her head could order them to twitch a claw. She skidded to a stop right in front of him and touched noses just as the ceremony ordered, but couldn't stay still for any longer than a single second, so she kept on running in circles until she sat down suddenly in exhaustion and shrieked with laughter. She couldn't help being so excited about it all. Even as a kit, young and nearly immobile, she'd been one ecstatic lump of fur. This was just another one of her bursts. And Ginger's voice trickled into her mind, calming her more quickly than a load of poppy seeds. A soft smile replaced the maniacal grin on her face as she listened, already preparing her answer. I'll always be your best friend, Ginger. Always and forever. I'll never leave you, never once. If you were chosen to walk as a medicine cat by StarClan, then so it goes. But whatever happens, I'll be there. Don't you worry. But as her gaze flickered to her sister, wanting to meet those eyes of hers again before they separated to travel their individual paths, she found that Ginger was not looking at her, but at her new mentor, Dawnstorm. The medicine cat. Confusion flashed through her mind, but was soon wiped as Tawnykit - no, paw, she realized - tried to reason why she had done so. Her mentor's more important now, of course. She has to complete the ceremony. She's got to show that she accepts Dawnstorm to be the one who trains her. But why didn't she look? Why didn't she meet my eyes. Why? Did I do something wrong? I'll stay with her forever... but would she do the same for me? For the first time since her birth, doubt began creeping into the newly-named apprentice's mind. Was their friendship true? Would it really never break? Did Ginger decide that she didn't want to occupy herself with a lowly warrior any longer? Was Tawny not good enough any longer? There were questions... so many, many ringing in her head... too many, echoing around and about... she couldn't take it. Instead, she turned back to her mentor and sent him a quick smile, then raised herself to her feet and slowly padded off to the apprentices' den. Had Ginger truly betrayed her trust? A tear made its way into her indigo eyes and crawled down her cheek, but she swiped a swift paw across her face before anyone could notice it. She needed to sleep. It was too much for her. Perhaps dreams would help... and Tawny, the other Tawny, was there. Maybe she had an answer. Deciding that it was the correct course to take, she entered the den and dragged moss together, curling up inside it. But she stayed awake for a while yet. Would Ginger be coming here to sleep? Or would she sleep in the medicine cat's den? It simply tore her young heart up.
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Post by ilovewarriors7793 (Rosepaw) on Nov 26, 2006 13:35:33 GMT -5
((Just want to add one last thing!)) I'll always be your best friend, Tawny, thought Ginger. I promise!
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