Open Camp a tall child ──✩°｡⋆⸜ meeting

[juniperstar juniperstar]

juniper

with every new day came the return of normalcy... or as near to it as Juniperstar could cling to and be contented by. no more hobbling about with a barely restrained grimace, no more anxiousness bottled up on her chest for fear of being caught. (like she were a kit prime for scolding rather than a leader at all). it is brushed aside now like it's nothing but a thing of a past, an easily whisked away memory, dismissed quickly so as not to be reminded of the cold, yawning dark of death.

"I think you're plenty old enough now," she declares, glancing between the oldest kits in the clan with an encouraging smile. from here on out they would get the chance to explore.. to run around, to hone their claws. they were going to be perfect, the spitting image of Thornstar's great personality and brighter skills. "ThunderClan- gather," she turns to clamber up a makeshift perch, bounding like she too is filled with their youthful energy.

"Today we welcome new apprentices in their first steps towards becoming great hunters and powerful fighters. Leafkit, Thistlekit, Rattlekit, Heartkit and Hopekit, come stand up close where everyone can see you." relish in the spotlight! stick out their chests and grin towards the stars hidden behind the sunlight. "You're ready to begin your training... and so I give you your new names, until such a time comes that you're ready to become full warriors of ThunderClan..."

"Thistlekit... you shall now be Thistlepaw. I'm entrusting you to Copperstorm. Rattlekit, we welcome you as Rattlepaw and you'll be trained by Ghoststrike. Hopekit, enjoy being Hopepaw... I'll have Thunderflash train you." if no one else then her own guards should be most trustworthy in raising the next generation, shouldn't they? "Heartkit, you'll be known as Heartpaw and your mentor shall be Houndhowl!" her eyes drift towards the last of their ceremony recipients, certain there is bound to be some sort of argument from those that love Leafkit most for this one-

Just trust me...

"Leafkit... from now on you'll be known as Leafpaw... and... I'm leaving you in the care of Stilldream." she doesn't give much pause, doesn't wait for the outcry of his mother. "She's more than capable of keeping you safe and teaching you what you need to know." well.. "All of your mentors are."

a spotted tail curls with practiced confidence behind her back, glancing between the shuffling new pairs before deciding her work here is done. Asterkit would get his chance once he stopped sneezing long enough for her to trust the floral expanses beyond the camp wouldn't trap him in a fit. "Please keep an eye on the borders- the other clans are forming... less than fond bonds and I'd like to keep ThunderClan out of harm's way."

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• congratulations to the new pairings !!!
  @hopekit - @THUNDERFLASH
  @thistlekit - @Copperstorm
  @Rattlekit - @GHOSTSTRIKE
  @Leafkit - @S t i l l d r e a m
  @Heartkit - @HOUNDHOWL

• juniperstar leader of thunderclan eight lives remain

  ignore me

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[GHOSTSTRIKE]

I WONT SMILE, BUT I'LL SHOW YOU MY TEETH

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He was already standing when Juniperstar called the meeting, towering at the quarries edge, having just stepped from the deep gouge in the wall that was his personal den. He still hadn't moved from the solitary space he'd claimed behind the medicine cats back when the clan had first settled. It was much smaller than the actual warriors den, but it was easier to shut his brain off and actually sleep when there was on one solid entrance to watch and no other bodys to account for.

Training'll have to wait. he thought to himself as the shecat took her usual place. She looked better than she had in weeks, as if her death had cleansed her of the infection she'd been dragging around with her since the rat bite.

He made his way over like every other time, taking his typical seat on the outskirts out of habit despite being one of the higher ups, now. Were they meant to sit closer to the front? He hoped not. While the job was one he was willing to do, he hadn't much interest in being in the spotlight.

The meeting got right down to the business at hand– kits becoming apprentices.

It shouldn't have made his skin itch the way it did.

Amber eyes watched them come forward. Four names. Four paths. He forced his thoughts to stay silent. Put the memories to rest before they could fully form.

Things would be better here.

Already were.

"Thistlekit… you shall now be Thistlepaw. I'm entrusting you to Copperstorm." He made a mental note on it, just to keep track of who was with who.

"Rattlekit, you'll be trained by Ghoststrike."

He met her gaze from across the clearing for the briefest second, nodding without any real indication of his feelings on the matter. Just another responsibility accepted. Then, those dark, amber eyes shifted down to Rattlepaw.

"We'll get started after the meeting." he announced, leaving no room for argument.

Son of Serpentberry and Thornstar. He wondered, idly, if the kit knew of the legacy they carried in their blood. What their father died for. How he died for it.

Not my business. the masked tomcat thought to himself, and he wouldn't entertain talk of it if Rattle tried to initiate.

Ghost was there to train them, and that was all.

His ear twitched once at Thunderflash's name being called, but he didn't search the others face out in the crowd. Instead, his gaze shifted to the kit that'd been paired to him.

That mask.. He remembered them. Remembered the bold questions about him and the other Stormguard and the almost mocking dream that'd come the night after. The whole thing spelled trouble, but Ghoststrike wasn't about to complain.

It was nothing he couldn't deal with.

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OOC NOTES . ◭ . CHARACTER INFO

• ooc : — Hey Dingo!!! Super excited for some Ghost/Rattle interacts!​
• mentoring Rattlepaw
  no living relations
  unwelcomed/uninvited/unexpected physical contact may result in hostility/retaliation
  thunderclan stormguard- male - a sh black smoke tabby with low white and dark amber eyes. has a white mask and 'bone' markings on the knuckles of his paws. known for his towering size and multitude of scars

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