Roble had selected a sunflower that was particularly light in color, its large round petals reminiscent of the moon. He hadn't thought much about it at the time but now that it was lined up next to the fiery yellow ones he felt a little uneasy. SunClan was a rumor mill and he could only imagine what the gossips would say about him now... most likely something about how he must still worship the Moon Goddess. Well, joke's on them. He had lived his whole life under the Moon Goddess and not so much as seen a sideways glance of her. He'd broken plenty of rules, too, and still, no divine retribution, no intervention. Roble had believed the Gods to be nothing but a legend until he met the Sun God face to face. The MoonClan expatriate was not so sure what to make of that massive, powerful cat but he was certainly not about to deny his existence any longer. But follow him? Obey his every command? That was a huge commitment to make now that he could put a face to the name. In agreeing to Initiate, though, he pretty much had already signed the contract. He may have given up his soul but at least he'd get the girl. He stepped forward at Littlestar's command with his hazel eyes shining brightly.
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Bloodyrondo looked positively annoyed to be sitting among the lowest members of the Clan when he aught to be standing up top with Littlestar. It was a joke to make him pick a sunflower at all. The Sun God knew his heart well enough to promote him to Priest Promised when he was just an apprentice. None of his devotion had faltered since then and the only reason he was down here at all was for Littlestar to flex her power. He had picked a large sunflower but nothing particularly flashy, something simple that he would use for decoration in his den when all was said and done. Put it somewhere Littlestar could easily see, singed and all, like a badge to say he was Chosen. He stepped forward a little dramatically with his tail high in the air and his celadon eyes meeting Littlestar's eyes directly. To a cat that knew him well, he was clearly humiliated and eager to get his life back on track.

Nikkohydrangea sat at the front end as close as he could get to Bloodyrondo, his watchful gaze looking out for him. When he met his friends eyes Nikko's shoulders rolled back as he sat up a bit higher in his presence. "Wooh, go Bloody," He said, his voice not exactly the enthusiastic type, but it was an attempt. Bloodyrondo was there for him and most of all looked out for him, if it wasn't for him he would have decided to die like he always wanted to. Now the only reason he was alive was because Bloodyrondo asked him to, his soul belonged to him, which meant his presence towards the priest promised was very loyal and supportive. Having been raised by Mistyrose who had very hands off, distant approach to parenting he couldn't understand why Littlestar stoop as low as she did to humiliate and harm Bloodyrondo like this. He always thought of her as a sane person, but maybe he was off. However his mom trusted the priestess and she was never off about a person, which meant there was something he wasn't quite picking up. This always meant it was something emotional, he was observant, but when it came to emotions he was always a little slow on picking them up and understanding them largely because emotions were meant to be felt, not understood.

Bloodyrondo didn't have more than a few heartbeats to consider what Littlestar was saying before a Janus came racing through the crowd. Bengal fur and celadon eyes flashed as the now apprentice aged Funkson literally launched themself at the ex-Promised in a running tackle, claws out. Everyone knew that the Janus killed failed initiates... and it seemed that brother or not, the young cat just couldn't wait, could they? They tore into whatever they could find... which in this case, mostly meant violently chewing on one of their older brother's legs. Uhh, not to most effective maybe, but maybe this wasn't the type to question the young Janus' methods.

Funkson, though young, seemed a touch too capable of chewing their half-sibling's leg off, all four other limbs gripping onto the leg with all the force they could muster as they felt the blood in their mouth. One point for spirit, I guess?

Foxbane, of course, knew that Oakshade would be just fine. She had known that from the start, after all. Tinymutiny, however, still seemed in shock by the whole ordeal, so the Senator literally picked up her daughter by the scruff and yeeted her right at the new warrior with as much force as she could muster. In her opinion, it was a pretty good throw. "Now kiss." She muttered under her breath as she sat down to watch with an expression somewhere between extreme smugness and amusement.

A short end. A quick death. He wondered how Vampmyers felt. Not that he should be worried. Cause Draculad knew he'd be on the other side with him soon enough. Cause that was the promise, after all.

For the most part, the "appointed" Priest Promised did little of anything. Mostly watch how it all went down with bored and glazed over blue eyes. Everyone knew he didn't care, just watched him with narrowed eyes. He didn't care. They got their punishments as he saw fit. The power was definitely getting him. Now the embers burned the white hairs on his face as everyone's sunflowers lit. Well, except for Vamp's. The true sign of madness in the young tom was not even flinching as he watched the sunflower go black. Just like his would. They were brothers, truly.

"If this is too difficult for you, Littlestar, I can give the order?" Moonlitnocturne still offered, the frenzy of the others not even hitting him. Even Satinlight's cries were quiet, though he knew it was only because of his own internal white noise. He just needed the signal. That was all he tuned in for.

"No, Nikko, I've got this." Bloodyrondo literally rolled his eyes as he tried to shake himself free of his younger sibling. He was very familiar with the claws of Foxbane and Funk's litter, for both Contaminatepaw and Discordantpaw had poked and prodded at him since they were kits. It was all fun and games at first but after a few moments of struggling he realized the small cat was actually doing some real damage to his leg. He let out a low warning growl, which was of course ignored, so he proceeded to bite the scruff of Funkson's neck and try to pull the smaller cat off of him. He was fully in denial of what had happened and saw all of this as just another ploy to undermine his character and humiliate him. Well, he'd learned a lot in his short time in DayClan, once of which being that sometimes words really were more deadly than claws.

Successfully pulling Funkson off his leg, at least for the moment, he licked his wound then looked back up to Littlestar, "This is a joke, right? Haha, very funny, I appreciate the creativity. I thought it was funny that you demoted me to an Initiate of all ranks, you must have had this planned from the start!" His voice broke as the ginger tom saw a single tear streak down Littlestar's cheek. Wait, what? No, no, no, Littlestar was cold-hearted as they came but he'd never known her to force a tear. His hackles began to raise as he peered around the assembled Janus's with a new sense of fear. The locket hidden in his neck fur felt icy hot against his skin and he quickly turned his attention to the stupid blackened flower. He hadn't wanted to use magic here, but hey, desperate times. He focused on the flower, begging for brilliant magenta flames, and got... nothing...? What in the world...? His gaze drifted back up to Littlestar, this time with the exact same expression that was on her Satinlight's face.

Funkson was quick enough to get back at it. Spitting up the blood that had collected in their mouth a moment, the next they were diving under Bloodyrondo and searching for sensitive nerve points to make the tom feel as much pain as possible. Even this young, they knew a few of them from their mother, among others. Less damaging, but the pain would probably make him think otherwise. Well, that was if they could even get a good shot. They were pretty young, after all, though as masochistic and sadistic as they came, and even though the tom was their brother... they clearly did intend to murder him.

"So approval from your mother and your God isn't enough to win your heart? Wow, you're awfully cruel, I only gave up my entire life for just for one proper date," Oakshade teased helping Tinymunity to her feet, but giving her plenty of space, he was still and would always be a gentleman. His hazel eyes settled on hers directly and he did everything he could to make his own eyes look huge and pleading, like a kit. It was very much unbecoming for him. Didn't fit a tom his size, "Please?"