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Jetstar drew herself up the SpringClan leader emerging from her den, the air of sickness having finally passed. It had been a rough illness, one that had left her body burning hot and her mind elsewhere at times. But it had passed and now she was ready to make her grand return to her clan and take charge.
"Cats of SpringClan!" Jetstar called. "I have returned! The sickness that plagued me for so long has finally passed and thus it is with great pride I am able to do the ceremonies for you all once again. We have two apprentices who are ready to become warriors."
She turned her gaze to the two young cats seated before the tree stump, the tan and black she cat nodding to them and smiling.
"Ravenpaw, Maskedpaw, do you promise to uphold and defend SpringClan and its code even at the cost of your lives?"
After receiving their assent Jetstar nodded, "Then by the powers granted to me by StarClan I give you your warrior names."
"Maskedpaw, from this moment forth you shall be known as Maskedknight,"
"Ravenpaw, from this moment forth you shall be known as Ravensight."
Jetstar straightened up looking down at the two new warriors with a gleam of pride in her blue eyes. "And now we welcome you as full warriors of SpringClan."
Apprentices to Warriors: Maskedpaw to Maskedknight (Jetclaw ) Ravenpaw to Ravensight (Cleaver )
After she'd finished promoting the apprentices and allowed the clan to cheer for their promotion in turn, Jetstar lifted her tail for silence.
"There is another promotion I must make, Sakurapaw, come forwards please." Jetstar meowed, beckoning Fawnheart forward as well.
She jumped down draping her tail over Sakurapaw's flank, the leader turning to the crowd. "Sakurapaw has decided she wishes to enter into the mysteries of being a medicine cat, and Fawnheart has agreed to train her. She will be our new Medicine Cat Apprentice."
"And I have a few more cats I wish to honor today," Jetstar added straightening up. "With one of my trusted having stepped down, thank you Harewhisker, you were a wonderful Trusted." She said dipping her head to the she cat in the crowd. "It was time to add to my council."
"So I am pleased to announce that I will be adding three new members to my Council of Trusted," Jetstar meowed lifting her chin. She imagined Goldengriffon would be pleased that she was adding to her council. It had been... difficult with just Dancingdragon.
"They will stand and be recognized, for they will help me in guiding the clan forward." She looked out into the crowd picking out the faces of the cats. "Blackberry, Ratprince, and Bravebear, will join my council of Trusted. With Newleaf almost upon us, I hope you will aid me in keeping SpringClan on a path of prosperity and strength.
The white she-cat swallowed and gazed shyly up at the leader with awe-struck blossom and lilac eyes, smiling gently at the crowd that was gathered. She wasn't sure if she was supposed to say anything – she hoped not – but she looked to her new mentor, partly nervous because of a new face, mostly excited because of the new adventures that were now at her feet, and grinned minutely.
Post by complacentdevil on Apr 1, 2021 22:52:24 GMT -5
Blackberry stood when called, pride burning hot in his heart as he squared his large paws beneath him. To be named trusted was something he could only have dreamed of, but would allow him to further prove himself as a member of Springclan. His smile remained on his maw as he sat back down, his tail curling neatly around his paws.
"Really? You three still aren't being promoted?" Dancingdragon's imperial gaze wisped over the three apprentices in question-- SpringClan's infamous Trouble Trio-- but all she could do was shake her head exasperatedly and look back at Jetstar. "Everyone just expects a pregnant she-cat to train an apprentice? Do actual work? Live?? In this economy??" NovaJetclaw
We need an authority figure... heck I am an authority figure // Springclan Deputy
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Post by Nova on Apr 2, 2021 10:09:45 GMT -5
Goldengriffon stifled a small yawn, as Jetstar commenced the ceremonies. He was relieved to see that she was feeling better having recovered from whatever illness it was that had forced her to rest. He was pleased to hear that she had chosen more Trusted to join the council. Though he loved his mate dearly, she had seemed more... Dancingdragon than usual. The deputy knew he should go congratulate them, but his mind was already wandering to his soft nest in the warrior's den. Truthfully, Goldengriffon did try to stay alert and pay attention to what was going on, but his attention was drawn towards Dancingdragon as she scolded the trouble trio.
"Dancingdragon is right..." Goldengriffon said with a stifled yawn. "You've been apprentices for far too long it seems, you're well past trained and- Pregnant?" The pale tabby paused as his mate's words resonated within his tired mind. Who was pregnant? "Whose pregnant?... Jetstar? But Jetstar doesn't have... well not that you need on-" The deputy quickly cut himself off as he glanced at the apprentice's before him, clearing his throat and straightening up a bit. "Regardless that makes no sense... The only other one it could be is Dan....Dancing...p-pregnant?"
Jetstar blinked, about to answer Dancingdragon, then turned her attention to Goldengriffon. "No, I'm not-" She trailed off as he realized what was going on and she realized it in turn.
"Ah, Dancingdragon, I thought your waspishness had taken a sharper than usual edge," Jetstar mused with a wry smile. "As for the trouble trio, that's partially my fault, poor Coralpaw has gone unguided due to my illness, something I hope to rectify shortly." She said glancing at the three. "But if you need someone to train Servalpaw for you while you're in the nursery, that can be done." The leader told her. woofNova @ian biyuu ☆彡
Servalpaw squinted at his mentor. "You're the one that trained me!" he meowed in his chipper voice, although he meant the comment to sound indignant. He wasn't very good at indignant. He glanced over to the others. "Can't get promoted and getting pawned off, all in one day." He stomped his foot. "How ever shall I go on?" Apparently, the apprentice was feeling melodramatic today.
"You're the most boneheaded tom I know." She was saying to Goldengriffon, ignoring the clamor around them. "I mean, how does a tom not notice his mate and the light of his life is pregnant with his kits? Typical toms. See, Jetty, we should have ran off together into the sunset." Those dramatics brought her attention to Jetstar, whose words gave Dancingdragon pause. "Did I say I wanted someone to take over the brats training? Um, no, and don't think you're going to be holding any Trusted meetings without me, either! Even if I'm in labor," she threatened. Pregnant or not, she was now the senior Trusted, a title she valued above all (except, maybe, Goldengriffon).
Raggedpaw bounced up to Servalpaw and glanced curiously between him and the clan's leadership staff. "Oh, are you dying, Servalpaw? Wow, pity." She wondered if the poisons she'd slipped into his prey were taking effect yet; then she could have Coralpaw all to herself!
Jetstar let out a put upon sigh, but her blue eyes gleamed with bemusement. "Not in a million seasons would I think to leave you out of a meeting," She said with a purr. "And if you wish to continue Servalpaw's training, then you can, I won't stand in your way. Merely wanting to let you know it's an option,"
She chuckled, Dancingdragon never failed to keep her on her toes, something she, rather appreciated about her senior trusted. Their relationship a complicated tangle of frienemies, rivals, and awkward messes.
She was struck by the fact that she'd missed these moments while laid up in her den sick.
Post by biyuu ☆彡 on Apr 5, 2021 19:32:05 GMT -5
"Servalpaw's dying?" Coralpaw asked. "Raggedpaw, did you put something in his breakfast like I heard you muttering about! I told you not to do it before I put poison ivy in his nest!"
Edited Apr 5, 2021 19:33:02 GMT -5 By biyuu ☆彡
"Hey!" the tom squeaked. "Both of you are trying to murder me? That ain't that fair, don't ya think? Especially if I don't have a team member on my side to help me avoid the poisonings." He narrowed his eyes. "How come I'm always the odd one out, anyway?"
