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Post by Darkstar on Jun 26, 2014 9:29:26 GMT
@meowz Darkstar padded up to the Highrock, bunching up her muscles to jump. She leaped, landing perfectly on the rock. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here for a Clan meeting!" The black she-cat called, watching as the cats approached. "Although our Clan is small, life will still go on. Apprentices, warriors, kits, deaths... they all go on."
"Pouncekit! You have reached the age of six moons, and it is time for you to be apprenticed. From this day on, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Pouncepaw. I will be your mentor. I hope I will pass down all I know on to you." Dipping her head, the black she-cat touched noses with Pouncepaw.
"Congratulations."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2014 8:12:41 GMT
Pouncepaw licked Darkstar's shoulder in return and watched as his adopted mother and the medicine cat took up the call of his name. Eyes glistening like the moon, he jumped off the highrock and touched noses with Creamfoot, "I'm going to hunt for you everyday," He purred.
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