It Is A Destiny Unseen, + CLAN MEETING

[mute]

Mutefang rather took the moment to enjoy herself at this clan meeting, although she was rather weary from her long hunting all day and sleep just wanted to take over her body. Then there was this annoying bug in the tip of her mind where she just wanted to be left alone as in why did she even bother going to this clan meeting. Was it for respect or was it because Ghostpaw wanted her to have this life? If only she knew all the answers.

"Who knows." Falconflare's snap made her back track her thoughts and focus on more of the world what is happening around them. Ouch. That hurt. She thought sarcastically. She stared at the tom with distant icy blue eyes before she got the next answer from him.

"Probably some apprentice things, that what its always about, now stop bugging me and wait for Stripestar to tell you." His voice stun her a bit and she didn't need to be told twice that he didn't want to talk to her. Mutefang raised to her paws for a moment and stretched her forepaws. Her claws digging into the soft grass underneath her. She hasn't even noticed Burningheart, till now. It bugged her that Falconflare treated her with such hate. Not just her, but everyone. Why even be in a clan if you treat everyone that way? she questioned herself.

And yet, there was some pull she liked about Falconflare's personality. How he treated everyone. She wasn't sure why, but she felt the need to talk him even more because that push he gave her - made her want to push that button of his. To see him explode? His reaction? Who knows.

Mutefang bit her lip and sighed, for the moment she won't talk to Falconflare for awhile. She wondered what was his relationship with Windclan.

The Windclan warrior stared into the distance for awhile - thinking about life and Windclan itself. She wanted to understand the way the clan moved. She didn't take much part in the clan. All she did was take on her duties as a warrior, but she never took part of commuting with others or having an "enjoyment" life. Her joy was with herself and her thoughts, so she cannot possibly be enjoying with someone else. Or can she?

Her eyes moved around the area, but they finally settled down towards Burningheart, she opened her mouth to say something - but nothing seemed to come out. Was she scared? or did she really have nothing to say to him?

Either way, those thoughts didn't last long. "Oh Hello, Burningheart! How are you?" she asked, blinking her brilliant icy blue eyes. Oh how that was a lame stupid thing to ask, Mutefang. She thought to herself. Rather plain, wasn't it?

Mutefang glanced down at Falconflare, but she rolled her eyes in a different direction and then it came. She spoke her mind - rather it was needed or not. "If you did not want anyone to bug you then why come?" she wasn't really wanting an answer from him; it was just that maybe she wanted to taunt him or to play his game [if they were playing a game].

The white female laid down next to the tom as she wrapped her tail around her back. She looked up at the sky and hissed silently to herself or rather to Falconflare, "Vow to the moment of Starclan. The duties of everyone has a purpose. Rather you see it or not." it didn't seem to clear to anyone else but her. She wanted to play this game - even if it wasn't a game at all. Falconflare pushed her away and she felt the need to push him towards her.

Mutefang turned her glaze towards Falconflare's face and smiled. A smile that was so devious that even he would not know the answer to what she was thinking. And the moment was gone like that! As the white female turned her glaze back to the crowd, wondering when the meeting was going to start.

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[graywind]

Everything that glided by was a blur. Very simple blurs, or rather complicated if one put too much thought into them. Not that Graywind was one to exactly care about what he was leaving behind, even temporarily. He had a path in front of him, after all!

Having just finished a solo patrol along the borders, he had caught a rabbit for the Clan, and now he was excitedly bounding home. Home where things had been looking up for the entire Clan. At least for a while. He wanted it to stay that way, for his Clan to be happier and stronger, and prove that WindClan was among the best.

The moment he reached Camp, something felt different, off. It caused him to skid to a halt, thankfully not too loudly or clumsily. As soon as he finished dealing with his momentum, he straightened up and craned his neck, glancing at the one who called out the traditional meeting call. His ears nearly flattened against his skull; where was Bluestar?

Dashing over to the fresh kill pile, he deposited his share and took a place around the edges of the already assembled Clanmates. Well, it seemed like he was fairly late. If cats could sweat drop, he would have; in truth, it embarrassed him to be all late and then hasty to catch up. But hey, what could one do about it?

[`caramelicious☆;]

C A R A M E L P A W;; ♥
All I need it have a good time.



Caramelpaw, as charming as she was, looked at Cinderdust, her eyes apologetic. She was not realizing that she was going to harm anything by striding around. She was so full of energy, she almost lost her sense. Sitting back down beside Cinderdust, she stared ahead almost daydreaming. She thought of hunting rabbits, and having an interesting life again, instead of sitting around and being almost a useless scrap of fur.

All of a sudden a giant paw prodded her in the side. She jumped, and spun around to face Raggedpaw. She blinked a few times, as the tom sneered to her, "Whut's going on?" She sighed, and sat back down, and meowed pridefully, "Well if you noticed it's a clan meeting, but since you seem not to be paying attention, it's for the apprentices being assigned to their proper mentors, under Starclan this time." She was so oddly attracted to the young toms attitude, but she didn't let it show through her. As she glanced over she saw Cinderdust glaring at the young tom. This puzzled her. She wondered what the young she-cat had against the tom. She would never know, because she wasn't going to ask.

The tom then kicked her in the hind leg, as she squaled, "Ouch! What was that for!?" She almost wanted to reach around and cuff him behind the ear, but she just sat there, and glared at him. He was so mean to her, and she often wondered why he showed no compassion to even his clan mates. She then saw out of the corner of her eye, Cinderdust whom was biting her tongue, and trying not to harm the young apprentice. She understood now why Cinderdust gave him a scornful glare earlier. It was because of the toms personality, that the pretty she-cat almost despised him. She then tilted her head sideways a bit, almost as if she were confused, but she really wasn't. The she-cat was actually staring at a dark brown tom who had joined them.

She flicked her tail in greeting, but it was cut short by his meow to Raggedpaw, "Hey! Leave her alone, Raggedpaw. Why do you have to pick on her?" The calico she-cat smiled softly, almost grateful for Dustpaw's response to Raggedpaws actions towards her. She meowed to the young tom, "Thank you Dustpaw, how're you doing?" Her eyes glittered with happiness and pure joy, because today she was going to be officially paired with the clan leader, Stripestar. It made her very bubbly, and hyper because she wanted to resume her training, and be a normal cat already.

Settling down, she smiled to Silentbreeze, and motioned to her shoulder, as if saying it used to hurt her. She was very talented to be able to talk to a mute cat, and actually understand the toms motions, and words. She was so proud to be able to help, but at the same time she felt bad for whoever he got as an apprentice since no apprentice would understand him like she did. It was almost too sad for her to think about, so quickly she shifted the subject in her mind to Raggedpaw. She was so obsessed with the young tom apprentice, that she almost forgot her own name most of the time. Although he was mean to her sometimes, she always thought of him so highly. He, after all, was stronger than she, and more talented in his own way. It was almost hard to comprehend why she would like him so much, but it was very possible. She shrugged it off, her icy blue gaze still fixed on him, admiring him.



tags; Everyone xD
color; 80FF00
Lyric credits; The Good Life- Three Days Grace
Listening to; The Good Life- Three Days Grace
Comments; Meh. I was busy..

[2littleboi0]

Daisyfield pricked her ears, able to hear her leader, faintly, calling a meeting. "Come on Shypaw, time to go back," she muttred, picking up the fresh-kill she had caught. Sighing the creamy brown warrior bounded through the moor and through the camp entrence, her paws quiet as the skimmed the ground. Stopping at the fresh-kill pile she put down her prey and padded over to Flat Rock, sitting close to the other warriors. "Anything happen?" she asked the warrior next to her. Sighing, the lithe warrior blinked her yellow eyes and waited for Stripestar to continue the cermony.

[halfear]

She had felt younger normally each day she got up and left the leaders den, but today she felt like she was being a slug with its slim trailing on behind her on where she had been.Today it almost felt like a pain for her to get up, but she just shoved her body up from the den and walked out into the open.It was a bit chilly for her this morning but she put up with it.Halfear flatted her right ear down and peered it toward to yowls she had heard.She knew she could hear the sound of her leader calling them for a meeting but in her age she found it hard sometime to tone out whose voice it actually has.The senior warrior only sighed and padded up towards the other gathering cats.She knew what most of them said about her how she was to old to be a warrior but she had a strong goal before she became an elder, and she still felt like she had to much life then to sit around and do nothing with the other elders.Halfear still wanted to mentor one last kit before her warrior days where over.She knew it was going to be hard for her leader to accept what she wanted, but she was a wise warrior so hopefully he would see to reason for her and give her what she asks.

As Halfear sat herself down beside the other cats she locked her eyes up at her leader.She knew this was not the time to ask him and that she would only have to seek him out after this meeting was over.It may take allot to convince him but she knew she was not that old to not be able to handle this task.She only blinked her eyes into the dim sunlight as she waited for him to speak.She has no intention to speak to the other warriors right now because she knew most of them disagreed with her.For now she would just told her head strong and listen.

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369

Other:
Kinda sorda failed... bleh xD

[stripebird]

and i could hear the thunder and see the lightning crack,
all around the world was waking, i never could go back

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The pale tabby waited patiently as cats of all sizes and colors gathered below him; they eyed him expectantly, and Stripestar wasn't surprised to see excitement glistening anew in the gazes of the youthful. He too remembered that feeling, the familiar rush of exhilaration when Featherstar would call the Clan below the Flatrock. But now they were looking up at him, not Featherstar, because he was their leader now, and he was the one who had called them instead. It was only natural that he would hope, earnestly, that he would deem himself worthy to them, just as StarClan had chosen him. Never knowing why, or accepting their reasoning, he was determined to make a reason he could approve of. If they had decided he would be their new leader, then so be it; he would make his Clan strong, and bring change to the forest, following the teachings he had learned throughout his life thus far. That would take time, though... and for now, he had a formal procedure to tend to.

Shallow orange tabbied paws shifted on the cool stone; it was soothing to his pads, but as he stood there, he was also aware of the boulder growing warmer, slowly but surely. A last foolish worry, was whether or not he would remember what he was supposed to say... his right ear flicked, doubting himself. Frostkit first, he noted. His lean form drew a pace forward just until he was on the edge; an intake of breath.

And then exhale.

"Frostkit, please step forward." His voice rang out, small traces of fluster in its depths as he spoke. The small she-kit bounded forward fervently, her silvery gray fur smoothened down. It wasn't hard to assume that her mother had made certain she was clean for her Apprentice ceremony; within his misgivings, seeing the young so full of life, he felt the prongs of pride jump-start his poise. He waited a moment for Frostkit to gather herself before he continued onwards. "The life of the Clan depends on its young, and as they grow, they will shape the future for us," he murmured calmly in honey intonations. There was an increase in his tone. "I call upon my warrior ancestors to look down upon this kit. She would like to become a warrior of WindClan, but must first become an apprentice..."

Another second, "From this day forth, until you have earned your warrior name, you will be known as Frostpaw." His moonstones strayed towards a calico and white she-cat, "Mintfur, you are ready to take on an apprentice. Your loyalty and wit has proved to be helpful to WindClan, and you will begin Frostpaw's training. Your mentor has trained you well, and I hope that their skill will pass through you onto your new apprentice." As the warrior and her new apprentice touched noses, Stripestar sifted once more through his intricate mind, choosing then to assemble the other apprentice who were in dire need of new mentors. He couldn't imagine what had happened to all of them, but he figured in sorrow, that it had been the harsh leaf-bare and the hunger and war that had stolen them and taken them far away from the comforting moorlands. Mintfur and Frostpaw left the clearing and merged back into the crowd. "Will Dustpaw, Tawnypaw, Copperpaw, Shypaw, Raggedpaw and Caramelpaw please step forward," As each of the apprentices stirred towards the open circle beneath him, he settled into a half-sit, his long tail wrapped around the front of his paws.

"I call upon my warrior ancestors to give these apprentices new mentors. First, Dustpaw, you have lost your first mentor, so your new mentor will be Mutefang," he didn't look away, "Mutefang, you are ready to take on an apprentice. Your sharp nature and your experience has proven valuable to the Clan, and you will continue Dustpaw's succession." He waited as the white warrior touched noses with the sandy tom before he moved onto the tortoiseshell she-cat. He even smiled. "Tawnypaw, you have lost your mentor, so your new mentor will be Jaycall. For your warmth and meditation Jaycall, you have been useful to WindClan. Your own mentor has trained you very well, and I trust you will pass on your knowledge to your new apprentice, in turn." They briefly locked noses as well, though, hesitantly for the cinnamon colored tom was somewhat shy; he couldn't blame him. To be praised openly was an embarrassing scene for someone who wasn't conceited and self-absorbed, like Grayclaw.

"Copperpaw, you have lost your first mentor, so your new mentor will be Kiteclaw, a warrior who is both cunning and judicious. Kiteclaw, your previous mentor Runningfox did not hesitate to teach you all that he knew, and you will no doubt, pass all that you have learned onto Copperpaw," Confident had surged throughout his being by now, and his fears slowly seemed to fade away. He didn't want to be cowaring by the end of the ceremony, because there was a very important task he would need to perform, and he wanted to perform it well. "Shypaw, you have lost your previous mentor, so your new mentor will be Silentbreeze," though the warrior was mute, Stripestar did not underestimate his wisdom. "Silentbreeze has walked in the ways of the warrior without the gift of speech for many moons now. There is no doubt in my mind and soul that his mentor had trained him well, and I trust, unwavering, that he will pass on the sight of yawning truth and loyalty to Shypaw." He had meant every word.

And then Raggedpaw. He hadn't missed the small verbal scrap the tom had founded, but he was careful to make any meaning of it. "Raggedpaw," he started simply, "You have lost your previous mentor, so your new mentor will be Greyfur, a warrior who has paced with WindClan for boundless seasons, I have faith that you will pass on your insight, and restraint to Raggedpaw. Your mentor trained you ably, as you have not failed us yet." While they touched noses, Raggedpaw being very steely about it, the tabby leaders eyes averted to Caramelpaw, the little creamy she-cat who he had taught things already.

"Caramelpaw, you have lost your previous mentor, so I will be your new mentor," a slight sadness plagued his words, subtly tainted. "Rowanflower taught me all that she knew, and I hope it will serve you well in turn."

He leaped down from the Flatrock in one sinuous movement, to touch the tip of his nose to the she-cats forehead.

But the ceremony wasn't finished yet, that one vital task still remained, and he had to do it before Moonhigh. He paced back a few steps.

"I say these words before StarClan and before Bluestar, so that their spirits may hear and approve of my choice," his warm heart was glowing inside, "I have become leader, so it is tradition to choose a new deputy before Moonhigh. The new deputy of WindClan will be..." he knew this tom front and back, and he was a rigid and direct warrior who had proved to work for the benefit of WindClan. He had never demanded power, or uprising, as he had been loyal not only to his Clan, but to his position and he was true to himself.

"Greencloud. Greencloud will be the new deputy of WindClan."

He held his head high, proud of his choice, as the monochrome tom sifted through the crowd, towards the front and into the clearing. The gathered Clan chanted all the names of those who had moved on, and though quiet, he silently chanted them too.

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[darkheart]

Oh? He was to have an apprentice? It caused him great joy, hearing the words spoken by his Clan leader. Being mute, he knew he would need to teach her his way of communicating as well as the lessons he was to give, but he felt that it would not even be an extera burden. As this was a slightly rushed and inpromtu ceremony, he was slightly unsure that he should move, but he did so anyway, coming up to Shypaw and making a motion of a vow with his front paws. He then moved to touch noses, as was tradition.

At this time, he felt very glad for his mute state, as otherwise he would have been unable to speak the words of agreement for the mentorship.

As the Deputy was named, he placed both paws in the air, his form for chanting the names that were needed to be spoken. A large smile rested upon his face, and he swished his tail out of the way so that his excitement would not cause any problems for those around.'Thank you StarClan.' his prayer went to the heavens as he joyfully looked to his Leader, their new Deputy, and then his apprentice.

[C!NDERDUST]

Cinderdust gazed up at Stripestar, watching carefully the way he licked his lips before each sentence, the way his eyes flickered, almost nervously. But of course, he would be nervous. Any cat would be. But Stripestar handled it in a way that no other cat would be able to.

"Caramelpaw, you have lost your previous mentor, so I will be your new mentor," his voice dropped slightly, and Cinderdust's heart ached for her friend. "Rowanflower taught me all that she knew, and I hope it will serve you well in turn." A heartbeat later, he was pressing his nose to Caramelpaw's, and Cinderdust felt a twinge of jealousy somewhere deep, deep down. She pushed that feeling away and focused on her heart, swelling with pride for the new apprentices and for Stripestar.

But he wasn't done yet.

"I say these words before StarClan and before Bluestar, so that their spirits may hear and approve of my choice. I have become leader, so it is tradition to choose a new deputy before Moonhigh. The new deputy of WindClan will be . . . " Cinderdust held her breath. She knew who it would be. She could see the signs.

"Greencloud. Greencloud will be the new deputy of WindClan." a sigh of relief escaped her lips, and emerald eyes closed in momentary thanks to StarClan. Finally, this Clan would regain some of the dignity it had been known for in past moons. With Stripestar and Greencloud leading them, the WindClan cats would become fiercely loyal and proud, like their ancestors before them.

It was over. New apprentices were bouncing happily around their mentors, begging to train and to hunt and to patrol. Chuckling softly, Cinderdust passed them, one by one, as the Clan dispersed.

“Congratulations, congratulations,” she murmured, nodding to Dustpaw and Tawnypaw. The scruffy Raggedpaw was off somewhere, she noticed, eyes skimming over Shypaw. She smiled at the latter and moved on.

Her bright gaze fixed on Copperpaw, who had moved forward to talk to Caramelpaw. Strolling over, she smiled warmly at them. “Hello, you two,” she meowed, her heart beating at the sight of Stripestar's faded pelt. She forced herself to make eye contact with the two apprentices, although her mind was on him. Right there.

Finally, she couldn't stand it. Turning, she smiled at the leader, her leader, pressing her nose against his for a split second. It felt like fire. Blushing under her fur, she nudged his shoulder. “Well, aren't you something,” she teased, a laugh escaping from her lips. She blinked at him for a moment, trying to spot the difference. This wasn't the cat she knew. This cat was more mature, wiser, more confident. More everything.

“You did great,” she added, before turning to gesture to Caramelpaw. With one last smile at Stripestar, Cinderdust headed back to her shady den.

Back to reality.

Tags: all of ye above.
Charrie: Cinderdust
Words: five forty six
Other: beep bop.

[stripebird]

He could hear a low murmur as Warriors and apprentices spoke, sharing tongues and eating together as a means of celebration for the success of the ceremony. He couldn't blame them, he would have too, if his mind hadn't been elsewhere. The sunlight was filtering down through the trivial vegetation that otherwise barred its path; the hollow was glowing in its warmth. But when the pale tabby tom glanced around, the brilliant beams fooled his eyes, and everything looked like it had ignited, like the entire depression had been lit on fire. Green-flecked gold moonstones flickered about the tops of his Clanmates heads, hovering on the balance between the horizon and the ground... Burningheart would have told him some story by now, some insane story about how a goose-feathered squirrel used mind games to seize power of Stripestars mind. He would have told him that the story was absurd, but if not for that, a good one. Or even Redpaw, who had beheld their relationship within defiance. It had been his anger that had killed him, but more importantly, it had been war, and Stripestar's weakness that fueled it.

Tall ears flopped backwards, and a long, thick tail looped around the forepaws of the leader. He was happy that the Clan was pleased with the ceremony... that was enough. He'd needed to do it, and he hadn't made a fool of himself. Despite the supposed elation, despondency hovered around him, poisoning the air that he breathed, and the thoughts he sifted amongst.

Something felt wrong somewhere.

He didn't hear the Medicine cats pawsteps before she'd approached, but he wasn't surprised to find her speaking to him so soon after the ceremony. They briefly touched noses, but then silence on his behalf. Well, aren't you something, Cinderdust laughed innocently. Her scent was minty, with hints of saccharine and pine. The moorland. "Hardly, but I'm relieved it's over with now." It was the nervousness that bothered him, and it felt like he was too afraid to stand up further. A leader was always strong, always sure of something if everything else was rendered futile. A leader was self-sacrificing for those they watched over, and a leader was warm, direct, confident. If he wasn't confident in the decisions he made, at the next gathering, what would he do if he were challenged? Darkness veiled his sight then, and he turned when the tabby she-cat slipped away towards her den.

He headed for the entrance, and moved for the moorland. Wherever the wind may take him, he would go. He had to be sure of something.

Maybe the answer wasn't his coward diplomacy, but something else. Something that chilled his heart to stone.

to: when dark -skies- lay ahead

[silvestern7]

{OOC Sorry I'm so Late. Also, in the WindClan Upgrading, it says that Falcon(Sorry, I forget the last part of his name) is my mentor, not Mintfur. So could you please change that?}

Frostkit raced out of the nursery. Today she would become an apprentice. After sitting in the nursery for 6 moons, she finally had the change to get out, and go explore WindClan! She wasn't sure what it would be like, but she couldn't wait to run under the trees, feel the grass between her toes, the soft smooth ground under her paws. Someday, she would maybe even get to battle! Frostkit thought it sounded like so much fun, but she was young, and had never felt any real pain, or even see any death. She was still new to this world, but still being young, she didn't knew any of the dangers that may lay ahead of her.

As Frostkit came and sat down, the cerimony started. The same old boring call as always, and then it happened. Frostkit's heart practically jumped out of her chest it was racing so hard when Stripestar called her name. What if she did or said the wrong thing. She was scared, and as she was the only kit becoming an apprentice, she would go up alone. This meant she would probably be the only apprentice becoming a warrior when it was her time. She didn't like this. O well, she happily trotted up to her leader. He said what he needed to, same old same old, and Frostpaw listened. She listened real intense when Stripestar was announcing her mentor.

"Mintfur, you are ready to take on an apprentice. Your loyalty and wit has proved to be helpful to WindClan, and you will begin Frostpaw's training. Your mentor has trained you well, and I hope that their skill will pass through you onto your new apprentice." Frostpaw stood on her back legs and stretched up to touch noses with Mintfur. Then they both left and headed back to the crowd. Frostkit was now Frostpaw, and it was the best thing that had happened in her life yet.

Frostpaw followed Mintfur and sat beside her. Frostpaw really wanted to listen to the rest of the cerimony, but she really wanted to talk to Mintfur at the same time. They hadn't spoken a word yet, and Frostpaw couldn't keep quiet.
"Hey, Mintfur?" Frostpaw whispered as quietly as she could. "I like your name. When are we going to start training?" Frostpaw glanced back at her leader, making sure he wouldn't see her talking. Frostpaw was just too excited. She tried to be as quiet as she could, and as still as she could, waiting for Mintfur's responce.

As Frostpaw sat and waited, she searched her mind, reviewing the good times she had as a kit, that were now in her past. She was now an apprentice, ready to start her training. Today had been the best day of her life so far, but one thing she did know, was that there was much more to come in her life. Much much more, and there would be an even better day than today. she couldn't wait till that day, but she'd have to. There's no way of making time go faster or slower, but Frostpaw didn't want to skip any of her life anyways, so even if she could controll time, she'd leave it just as it was now.