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Post by Captain Kitten on Aug 12, 2007 20:56:31 GMT
"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here!" Crowfeather's yowl was heard throughout the camp. "Mosspaw has been an apprentice for long enough. She has proved herself as a warrior, and an excellent hunter. Mosspaw, step up here please."
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Post by Crooked Stars are Falling... on Sept 7, 2007 4:37:42 GMT
Mosspaw's calico pelt quivered with excitement. She was being made an apprentice! Trying to smoothe things down a bit, she padded cooly up to where Crowfeather beconed her. Her eyes glowing with pride, she waited for him to continue.
Gorsetail, the elder, shot everyone an annoyed glance. To the elder nearest him he mumbed, "It's about time she was made an apprentice; she never could get the ticks out of my pelt just right!"
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Post by Captain Kitten on Sept 10, 2007 21:05:58 GMT
Crowstar spoke the ancient words of an warrior ceremony (since I can't remember them right now... we'll go with that... XP). "Mosspaw, do you promise to serve and protect the Clan, even if it means losing your life?" Crowstar asked.
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Post by Crooked Stars are Falling... on Feb 19, 2008 20:27:34 GMT
"I do," she mewed solomly, all doubt stricken from her voice.
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Post by Captain Kitten on Feb 26, 2008 0:16:20 GMT
"Very well," Crowstar said. "From now on you will be known as Mossheart."
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