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PROMOTION : [Students to Shadowhunters] Marionettepaw to Marionettedance [dot]
PROMOTION : [Shadowhunter to Warlock] Lilysoul to Lilysoul [shadowblade]
Spacevoyager looked down at the cats below him. He silently hoped that Ravenstar would join him soon so he didn't have to address the small crowd below by himself. "These past few months have been trying times. We have gone a long time without adequate medical care which has caused Moonclan to suffer. Ravenstar and I have been speaking and we had chosen a cat to become Moonclan's next Warlock."
"Lilysoul if you would be so kind as to step forward." He called out into the crowd searching for the she-cat in question.
Post by Shadowbladeღ on Nov 7, 2021 21:10:01 GMT -5
(Omg i never saw this, if I dont have an apprentice and i'm not tagged I tend to not glance at ceremonies oops sorry xD) -
Lilysoul thought it would be a normal ceremony but her stomach flipped as soon as she heard Spacevoyager say 'medical' and knew what it was about. Come on luck, please don't fail me now. On one paw she always wanted to be something different than a shadowhunter, she just didn't think she stood a chance when the others were clearly so much better than her, or so her demented thinking tended to skew. She watched the other cats over the years, occasionally offered to get herbs building her base knowledge, knowing enough to know what each looked like and easily what a handful of them were for. She excruciatingly went over and practiced for this for moons and desperately wanted it. On the other paw she was still finding ways to criticize herself in how there simply was no other option, she still was the last to be picked, or better than nothing. It was a toxic mindset but she could silence them for now as she put those thoughts away.
The skinny, brown patched tabby quietly stepped forward trying to not be so stiff about it but she was biting her bottom lip in nervousness and up close, to only the Inquisitor, she looked more like an apprentice who was sure she was in trouble for some reason and couldn't handle all the attention. She was a funny cat for sure.
