it's about time [CLAN MEETING]
Jul 13, 2014 19:15:47 GMT -6
Post by pidge on Jul 13, 2014 19:15:47 GMT -6
»STORMSTAR
Stormstar watched as apprentices tackled each other, scrabbling to get the upper-hand in their training session. The gray tom had come to watch so that the slacking felines would possibly work harder. He knew that having his leader at his sessions at their age had been a sure fire drive to go in working hard and come out with a satisfied, proud mentor. Besides, who wouldn't want to impress the large warrior? He was impressive for sure, so why not try and show him you were as well? That was just his view on things though. Although rather arrogant, it proved true. After a while of grappling one of the two, a speedy she-cat by the name of Grousepaw, sat on the chest of her larger opponent with a proud grin aimed right at the leader. Nodding, Stormstar stood from his place beside her mentor with an agreeable smirk.
"Good job, Grousepaw. Mudpaw needed that beating badly with that cocky mouth of his."
Throwing a wink at the sparring partners, he padded off to check on the camp and see what his deputy was up to. He needed to speak to her about something that had been put off for long enough. Or, rather, someone. The thick-furred tom shook out the dust that had been kicked up onto his pelt as he strode into camp, ignoring the snarling of his hungry stomach. Everyone was skinny as a rail lately, him being no exception. Stormstar, although proud and selfish at times, was not cruel by any means. Instead of taking the prey that had been given to him, he often gave it to the queens, elders, or apprentices. They needed to keep up their strength.
Once he spotted the distinct tortoiseshell pelt of his deputy, Emberheart, Stormstar called out to her. Leading her into his den he spoke with her about that certain cat that he'd been holding back. The tiny tom was named Littlekit and weaker than the rest, so the gray leader hadn't named him along with the others his age. It wasn't out of the fact that he wanted the little scrap to prove himself, he just needed to be sure he was ready. After all, they didn't need to lose anyone at this point, especially their future warriors. The leader needed to be sure ShadowClan was strong and its ranks held no weak links. And if they did, he was the one who needed to strengthen them.
For about an hour, he and his deputy mulled on the perfect cat to mentor the new, over due apprentice. And once finished figuring that out, Stormstar sent Emberheart out to inform the new mentor. Meanwhile, he himself padded off to the nursery and informed Littlekit's mother to ready him for the ceremony. He'd made a habit of this after several mothers had complained of not having enough time to prepare their kits for their special day.
As soon as his multi-colored deputy returned with news of the warrior's reaction, Stormstar leaped up onto Tall Boulder and called out to his Clan, voice deep and commanding as usual. He didn't let on about his hunger or weariness from lack of food and sleep. Things weren't going well for any Clan at the moment, so Stormstar definitely wouldn't complain. Not to his Clan at least.
"All cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath Tall Boulder for a Clan meeting!"
Staying standing a moment, the gray leader watched the nursery closely. A lopsided smirk graced his features at the frazzled look Littlekit's mother shot him before he finally lowered himself onto his haunches, fluffy tail curled around his wide paws. He waited a while, making sure a good amount of cats were in attendance before starting the meeting. Well, not before shooting Runningthorn a charming grin. The pretty she-cat had caught his attention recently, and he wondered how she'd react to his open liking to her. However, his gaze was soon averted from his friend to Littlekit.
"Littlekit, if you'd step forward." he began, waiting for the smaller feline to do as he asked.
