Milkstar's Leader Ceremony | GOSSAMER ; a literate warriors rpg

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Milkstar's Leader Ceremony Jan 1, 2014 22:56:44 GMT -8

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Jan 1, 2014 22:56:44 GMT -8

Milkfur knew that she had to get to the Moonstone soon to receive her nine lives, but the she-cat still wasn't sure if she was the cat that StarClan wanted. After all what did she do to deserve it? She wasn't the one that exposed Lynxchaser, but when she was chosen, Milkfur accepted. The milky white she-cat knew that RiverClan needed a leader that they could trust and she would do the best she could. The she-cat was nervous as she waited for Ravenpaw. She felt sorry for the younger she-cat who became Medicine Cat WAY too early, but Milkfur trusted the younger she-cat and she would fight with tooth and claw to make sure that the young she-cat lived a long and healthy life. Staring up at the sky, Milkfur felt her heart hammer within her chest as she ate the herbs required to take the journey to the Moonstone.

Finally it was time to go. Milkfur turned and went to go find Ravenpaw. The she-cat called out to the Medicine Cat, "Ready, Ravenpaw?"

The she-cat's voice betrayed her nervousness. If StarClan rejected her, Milkfur wasn't going to lie about it. She would honestly tell the Clan that she was not the leader they were to have. However, at the moment Milkfur was prepared to go visit Mothermouth and the Moonstone. The she-cat's pelt was raised a little bit to show the slight agitation that she felt. No way did she think she was a worthy leader. Silverfur had seemed the better choice, but for the moment Milkfur would do her best and see what StarClan said.

Green eyes blinked as she looked around for Ravenpaw, RiverClan's Medicine Cat. Even for a cat so young, Milkfur thought the younger she-cat was wise. And Milkfur most certainly didn't blame the she-cat for thinking Silverfur was crazy. However, the fiery rain had changed how they both looked at things. Sitting down, Milkfur waited for Ravenpaw so they could go visit StarClan.

Please StarClan. Let this be the right choice!

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Milkstar's Leader Ceremony Jan 1, 2014 23:16:00 GMT -8

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Jan 1, 2014 23:16:00 GMT -8

the young medicine cat bounded walked in silence to the she-cat that had been named leader. and while ravenpaw had no sign from starclan (they had been as silent as a dead kitten.. the must gruesome of metaphors), she shut her mouth and followed silverfur's lead, since apparently she was much better at the whole communicating with starclan thing than she was. ravenpaw dipped her head in greeting, as a sign of respect, as she twitched her tail curiously at the obvious nervous signs that milkfur was displaying. holding back a mrrow of laughter, the she-cat pushed over the herbs that she hesitantly put together. while she remembered that frostbite had given her the main cures and remedies, she still did not know everything. a moons worth of training was not adequate. she was not adequate. but she choked down her feelings of doubt-- this was not about her. it was about riverclan. it was about milkfur. it was about the future.

but she was part of the future too, right?
just not an important one.

ready, do not worry. she breathed, sensing the tension in the white cat. the black apprentice bounded next to the older warrior. and she hesitantly said, i do not know the way as well, as i have only been there once. she admitted. but nevertheless, she began to walk out of the camp and into the strange territory of windclan. staying close to the border, she dipped her head in acknowledgement to the passing warriors. they gave them no trouble, after all the four clans had known about the drama that had unfolded at the gathering. it was common news, and it made riverclan seem unstable. but if silverfur, who supposedly was led by starclan (she resented her own ancestors. why didn't they come to her? why didn't they give her a sign or anything), had hand picked milkfur. she must be a good leader. much better than the past three combined.

she held her tongue as her own haunting yellow eyes stopped to stare into the familiar green ones. alas, we are here. she said, as her own coat laid smooth after the traveling. her young paws still hurt, as so did her legs. she had made this journey once, and she had forgotten how demanding it was on her small strides. but she coughed down her own complaints, and looked. how are you feeling? are you doing all right? she began to walk into the mothermouth, in the darkness. it's going to be dark. but you'll see a shining rock. that is where you will touch your nose, and starclan will be there to meet you. do not be afraid, they are always there.

she hoped that milkfur did not catch the lie that she was telling.

starclan was not always there. they were not there for her.
they were never there for her.

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Milkstar's Leader Ceremony Jan 1, 2014 23:41:10 GMT -8

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Jan 1, 2014 23:41:10 GMT -8

Milkfur purred. Ravenpaw had sensed her nervousness and uncertainty and tried to cheer her up. Once at Mothermouth, Milkfur sensed Ravenpaw's uncertainty. Gently placing her tail against the younger she-cat's shoulder Milkfur comforted her for she had sensed the lie.

"It is alright Ravenpaw. I do not know what Silverfur had been thinking, but StarClan knows what they are doing. You are a good Medicine Cat, even though you are young, but you have room to learn and grow... just as I do. In days to come, if I am accepted by StarClan, I will require your knowledge and guidance. I know you have not been a Medicine Cat long and I am sorry about Frostbite, but I will be there for you if you need me... even if I do not become leader."

Milkfur hesitated before going on. "Leader or not never be afraid to come to me for anything or help. I will help you in anyway I can."

Milkfur purred as she waited for the sun to set so the two could go in. The older she-cat wanted the young one to know that she had a friend in RiverClan if she ever needed it. Ravenpaw was still so young to be a Medicine Cat and it tore at Milkfur's heart that it was so. However, it was obviously necessary if StarClan had not punished Ravenpaw for being the RiverClan Medicine Cat at such a young age. Then a thought came to her.

"Who knows. Maybe Frostbite will still mentor you, but from your dreams. Keep an open mind, Ravenpaw. I just know that you will be a wonderful Medicine Cat."

Suddenly Milkfur felt more confidant than before, both in herself and in Ravenpaw. The she-cat nodded. She was definitely more confidant than before. Even if she wasn't what StarClan wanted she at least made an effort to come and find out. Looking down at the young Medicine Cat, Milkfur found herself drawn to her like a mother to a kit. While Milkfur had never mothered the she-cat she still needed guidance and Milkfur definitely wanted the young she-cat to know that she had a friend.

The sun slowly sank and all too soon it was time to enter the cave to the stone. Taking a deep breath she started to head in. What was in store for her? Would she become RiverClan leader or would StarClan tell her and Ravenpaw which cat it should be? Milkfur did not know, but she was prepared either way. Soon the stone appeared and Milkfur waited for the right time. Looking at Ravenpaw once more, Milkfur pressed her nose against the stone when it started shining and let the world go dark.

Opening her eyes she found herself in a meadow like setting. Then a voice spoke to her.

"Greetings Milkfur..."

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Milkstar's Leader Ceremony Jan 4, 2014 13:28:44 GMT -8

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Jan 4, 2014 13:28:44 GMT -8

greetings milkfur, we have been waiting for you.

the starclan cats spoke as once, nine cats significant in milkstar's life lining up side by side. troutwhisker stepped forward, his grayish brown pelt shining with the stars as he smiled at his former apprentice. the tom stepped, the crooked paw in his hind leg causing him to stumble, be he slowly and surely made his way over to the white-furred leader. he dipped his head in greeting, he touched his tail to the shoulder of milkfur comfortably, the stars seeming to glow brighter around them-- they were out in full force, lit by the glow of a new life and a new era for the clan. the air around them was surprisingly neither cold nor hot, but a comfortable temperature that threatened to leave traces of memory in young milkfur's mind in the morning, after she woke up.

his muzzle resting on milkfur's head before whispering in her ear. didn't i tell you, milkfur, that you were destined for greatness? i told you that you should’ve listened to your mentor more, he chuckled, his green eyes softening as he looked into the eyes of his first apprentice. the one that he had a special feeling about since the beginning. he had a special place in his heart for the young cat, and his long, delicate, whiskers twitched inquisitively.

and with this life, i give you wisdom. use it wisely to distinguish between what is right and what is wrong, and to know when the time is correct to jump into battle. he touched his nose to the tip of her head, and as he saw the last life being ripped away from her in order for the new lives to be given, he smiled softly but spoke sternly. stay strong, young warrior. stay strong.

troutwhisker blinked his eyes affectionately. he knew riverclan would recover from the tragedy of lynxchaser. riverclan would prevail. and milkstar was the key to all of that.

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Milkstar's Leader Ceremony Jan 4, 2014 14:54:18 GMT -8

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Jan 4, 2014 14:54:18 GMT -8

The first cat to come forward was Milkfur's very own mentor. Her guarded look gave way to extreme sadness for her friend. She had had a special connection with him and was devastated when the older cat had died. The milky white she-cat said not a word when Troutwhisker stumbled. He had never complained about it in life and had brought that stubbornness in death. When he got to her she whispered.

"Always the stubborn one."

Her eyes were bright with happiness at seeing him again. Her first life was special to her and Milkfur drank it in joyfully, but was unprepared for the ferocity that came with it. The she-cat gasped as her old life was yanked from her and the life of wisdom was put in its place. Milkfur panted, but did not make any noise that suggested that it was too much. Her days as an apprentice came back to her now.

Troutwhisker was right. He had always said that she was destined for great things and while he had been tough with her, was always there for her when she needed it. Now here she was, receiving nine lives, fulfilling the destiny that Troutwhisker had hinted at. Though the she-cat was sure that while he was alive, didn't think she would be leader. Now she was to be the new RiverClan leader. It was what StarClan wanted and the thought of ensuring her Clan be safe made the she-cat stronger.

If the other lives are painful then I will bear it. For my Clan I MUST. They need a strong leader and I am that cat. I will do my best. I know I will make mistakes, but what cat doesn't? I would be a fool to not make mistakes at first.

A look of determination entered Milkfur's eyes as she waited for her second life. Painful or not, these cats were the ones that would give her her lives and her new name. Though Milkfur would also be a fool if she did not say she wasn't excited. She was very much excited, but a leader did not succeed on excitement alone. They needed wisdom as well as other skills that would make them a good leader. The she-cat wondered what her brother would think when she returned not as Milkfur, but as Milkstar.

Just then the second cat approached...

Time for my second life. I will brave this one. I have too! RiverClan is depending on me.