Post by marsh on Apr 20, 2024 20:43:30 GMT -5
✧ C I N D E R F A N G
She / Her ✧26 Moons ✧
EmberClan Warrior ✧
daisy 🌼 [cherry ment.] || tags ✧
308 words ✧
Apprentice ceremonies were the first on the docket and they proved to be a disappointing bunch. One late and one absent entirely - only time would tell if their mentors would be able to whip them into a respectable shape. Singestar seemed like she couldn't care less if the pair choked and died on the spot. Understandable in a sense, the members of a clan weren't meant to pull their own weight and if the apprentices couldn't bother even showing up to a meeting then they weren't worth the leader's time of day.
Cherrydust was one of the warriors on the receiving end of the apprentices. Although she still didn't know her well after their walk the other day, Cinderfang made a note to seek her out, congratulate, and offer her good luck later. The sour expression of the warrior's face, that only seemed to grow more tart as Singestar continued to speak, did not bode well for Primrosepaw whenever she finally decided to show her face. Cinderfang felt no pity for her.
The leader's mention of war piqued her attention. It was fleeting, and off the cuff, but it hinted at a newfound commitment to vengeance. Whether that held true was yet to be seen but if Singestar held to such a commitment, it would mean much more bloodshed in the coming days. Cinderfang couldn't help but flex her claws at the thought. ShoalClan surely had it coming but it still made her stomach churn - there was no way to know who would come out alive on the other side, and what wounds they would carry with them.
She held no opinion on the choice of deputy. Grayflame looked to be a formidable warrior and accepted the mantle respectably. Whether he held up through their tumultuous future would prove if today's choice was a good one.
Cherrydust was one of the warriors on the receiving end of the apprentices. Although she still didn't know her well after their walk the other day, Cinderfang made a note to seek her out, congratulate, and offer her good luck later. The sour expression of the warrior's face, that only seemed to grow more tart as Singestar continued to speak, did not bode well for Primrosepaw whenever she finally decided to show her face. Cinderfang felt no pity for her.
The leader's mention of war piqued her attention. It was fleeting, and off the cuff, but it hinted at a newfound commitment to vengeance. Whether that held true was yet to be seen but if Singestar held to such a commitment, it would mean much more bloodshed in the coming days. Cinderfang couldn't help but flex her claws at the thought. ShoalClan surely had it coming but it still made her stomach churn - there was no way to know who would come out alive on the other side, and what wounds they would carry with them.
She held no opinion on the choice of deputy. Grayflame looked to be a formidable warrior and accepted the mantle respectably. Whether he held up through their tumultuous future would prove if today's choice was a good one.
