Post by rain on Sept 22, 2020 5:28:53 GMT -6
It felt like every apprentice ceremony grew more and more hopeless with every time they occured, almost as if to bookmark each stage of misery Finchstar would endure. But this time was special. This was an important bookmark for his children's lives. Nothing besides the warrior ceremony itself could compare to this day in any cat's career. Of course, he could not let it show, for it would blemish any truth in his belief that all of his Clan members were equal. But in full honesty, a pride like no other shone in Finchstar's heart.
All his mental preparation for this ceremony was not focused on memorizing words of tradition, but of a defensive wall that could counter any tears that could potentially form in his eye. Every moment he had spent with them as kits, he imagined the future that was now here. He thought about if Flamingkit was going to behave and the daring decisions she might make, for better or worse. He thought about Cinderkit, and wondered if he would mind his mentor or take ignorance in solitude. He thought about Flickerkit and if he would actually go rogue someday if he couldn't abide by the rules. Finchstar gulped, his swelling pride melting into worry. Did he raise his kits to be rule breaking troublemakers?
Finchstar shook his head as if to physically remove the notion. Nonetheless, here they were, all six moons and growing up before his eyes. Picking their mentors was quite the unusual dilemma, trading the tactic of thoughtful research to full blown arguments with Redfox. His mate had been clear she wanted every part of giving the okay to any mentor tailored to her children, and with every kit came a modified list of contenders Finchstar would propose to his mate only to still have every option discussed. The tom was still recovering from the verbal battle. Maybe leaving mentor business a solo task wasn't a bad idea. Although their next litter he was sure would be worse.
Now, it wasn't just his own heir that was attendeding this affair, Finchstar mused to himself as he started his climb up the high rock and into the brilliance of the mid day sun. Acornkit would also be accompanying them as apprentices. With a rough start to the kit's life, the brutality of her facial wound was justification enough to take her on as his own apprentice, especially given his own wound. He could see them learning and growing with one another much more than her learning from him solely. Finchstar found it unimaginable something so terrible happening to one of his own kits. He was just very grateful the kit was alive. A true tough member that proved herself even before she could kill her own prey.
"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join beneath the High Rock for a Clan meeting," Finchstar called, balancing his battered body above the gathering crowd of warriors. He still proved to be sore and withered from their last battle, but he was healing fast, and so were his spirits. His kits were finally joining his ranks as contributing members, and both fear and excitement were baggaged with that.
Although, when the feelings of joy fade as the sun will when RedwoodClan sleeps after this moment in time, he knew his anxieties would take over his happiness, for this was the worst time for his children to exist as involved members of his Clan. War was here. And he could be one of these days, sending off his own blood to die out in unfamiliar grass, with his own dictation to blame.
"Acornkit, step forward."
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