Chapter 2-1

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August 3rd, 2017, 10:52 am

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Chapter 2-1

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The ShadowClan leader made up his mind. First, he would find Yeweye and complete the patrol, and then he would make the four apprentices warriors. Now, what would be their names? Coalpaw’s eagerness and energy would favor a passion-filled suffix, like -fire or -blaze. Lynxstar picked -blaze. Next, Twopaw. Twopaw’s skill in battle and loyalty to his clan would give him a suffix like -heart, pointing out that he had a heart big enough for two cats. Aspenpaw, for her eagerness and friendliness would give her a suffix like -song. Last but not least, Cypresspaw, for his calm demeanor and claw-sharp focus, would earn his suffix -root.
After gathering up the patrol and relaying the rest of Lynxstar’s kill to the ShadowClan camp, Lynxstar looked up. Judging by the position of the sun, it would be sunset soon. This would be one of the last major actions he would take today. Hopping on top of the leader’s den, a hollow tree trunk with a log and twig roof, Lynxstar yowled the meeting cry. Immediatley, all heads turned towards him and all bodies moved at different speeds to gather around the den. Quickly counting, Lynxstar noticed that every cat of ShadowClan was present, which was convienient.
“Greetings, ShadowClan. You might be wondering right now why I have called you. Don’t worry, you’ll get the answer, but you won’t hear it from my mouth. The answer lies in your mind. I want you all to close your eyes and envision the objects I name.” Lynxstar looked around, noticing that almost all cats had begun to close their eyes.
“Aspenpaw,” Lynxstar announced. He could see the smiles on some of his cats, and could feel the mood slightly lighten affectionately. He shot a glance at Aspenpaw, who held his gaze with a slightly embarrassed and shocked expression before looking away and closing her eyes.
“Twopaw,” Lynxstar mewed next, enjoying the silence and taking the time to examine the white tom, who had predicted his name to be said next and had already closed his eyes, his face expressionless.
“Coalpaw,” The jet-black tom swam to the surface of Lynxstar’s mind, though Lynxstar had to fight to keep his posture out of Coalpaw mode. A just clan leader didn’t practice favoritism.
“Cypresspaw,” Lynxstar finished. The long-legged tom looked solemnly ahead, closing his eyes.
“Our four future warriors, will you be so kind as to join me?” Sweeping his gaze, observing each apprentice’s reactions, Lynxstar beckoned for the four to come forward.
Twopaw was the first to tread the path to his warrior name. He walked briskly, holding his head high and his gaze locked straight onto Lynxstar, who felt his face sour into slight fear. The two stared knowingly to each other, never breaking away until Twopaw had climbed to the leader’s side. Twopaw looked ahead, avoiding Lynxstar, who was suddenly uncomfortably self-conscious about what he did in front of the young warrior-to-be.
Next to reach the leader’s den was Coalpaw. He was bouncing on his paws, excitement and pride replacing his blood, pure energy radiating off of his pelt, which, even though it as black, glowed with anticipation. Lynxstar and his apprentice shared a touching glance, but Lynxstar quickly looked away. He had to be fair. Instead he turned his eye to Aspenpaw, Who was bouncing along beside Coalpaw, he eyes abuzz with the same energy, which was barely bridled. Both apprentices together could melt any cat’s heart with the sheer heat of their joy extracted from this moment.
The last was Cypresspaw, who was taking his time. He took a moment to make eye-contanct with every warrior he could, smiling and sending tacit messages of euphoria, silently telling each and every cat he could get a hold of that that cat had made a significant contribution to him being here. I’m here thanks to you, Cypresspaw seemed to say, and he ware truly appreciative of that fact. He paused at the bottom of the hollow tree used for Lynxstar’s den and stared at the leader. His eyes were controlled, polite, and calm, but his expression of thanks was more powerful than any other apprentice, and Lynxstar felt a surge of affection and respect towards the young tom, even though most of his interactions with the brown apprentice were observations; the two didn’t talk as much as they could have. They held each other’s gaze tenderly for at least a second, then Cypresspaw broke away and took a seat next to Twopaw on the roof. Lynxstar looked at the white tom, knowing exactly which apprentice to start with.
“Twopaw.”
“I, Lynxstar, leader of ShadowClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. He has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend him to you as a warrior in his turn,” Lynxstar stated, his voice ringing out, as the usually muffling mist amplified his speech for this special occasion. Twopaw’s eyes darkened, as he knew what was coming next.
“Twopaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?” Lynxstar observed the white tom, as this was one of the few moments where he would be able to analyze the apprentice up close. Twopaw looked deadly serious, and Lynxstar could feel the passion rising from his pelt, which scared Lynxstar infinitely.

“I do.” The odd-eyed apprentice spoke softly, but his voice was still sharp as Scourge’s claws. It took all of Lynxstar’s self-control that he accumulated over the years to not srink back in fear. His gaze whiplashed across the gathering of cats, catching many of their looks of admiration.

“Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Twopaw, from this moment you will be known as…” Lynxstar faltered. Even though he had repeated Twopaw’s new name in his head several times before calling the meeting, fear had got to him and had made him forget Twopaw’s new warrior name. Suddenly feeling all eyes on him, includin the expectant gaze of Twopaw, Lynxstar coughed embarassedly, hoping that nobody noticed. Of course, they all did. Grasping on to the memory of the name, Lynxstar scrabbled up the walls of fright and recovered. “…Twoheart. StarClan honors your fighting skill and enterprise, and we welcome you as a full warrior of ShadowClan.” Multiple cheers echoed throughout the clearing, but Lynxstar silenced them with a flick of his tail. There were still apprentices to make warriors. Next, Lynxstar turned to his other side, his left, to find Coalpaw meeting his gaze. Again Lynxstar forced himself to turn away, but he could sense that Coalpaw’s spirit was not dampened at all by this behavior. He understood that Lynxstar could not make it obvious that he was more proud of Coalpaw than the other apprentices.

“Coalpaw.”
“I, Lynxstar, leader of ShadowClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. He has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend him to you as a warrior in his turn.” Lynxstar did not glance once at Coalpaw, but instead carried on formally. “Coalpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?”
“I do!” The black apprentice shouted, unable to keep quite any longer! He did a little happy dance, which made half of the cats laugh and the other half say, “aww!” Even Lynxstar could not restrain the guffaw that wedged its way up his throat.

“Alright, then,” Lynxstar began, still laughing. “By the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Coalpaw, from this moment you will be known as Coalblaze. StarClan honors your curiosity and quick thinking, and we welcome you as a full warrior of ShadowClan.” Lynxstar covered his mouth to keep from laughing, and once he had himself under control, he turned past the beaming Coalpaw – Coalblaze now – and to Aspenpaw, who was shivering with giddiness.

“Aspenpaw.”
“I, Lynxstar, leader of ShadowClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. She has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend her to you as a warrior in her turn. Aspenpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?”

“I do!” Aspenpaw shouted, copying what Coalblaze had done and making up her own little happy dance. After a few seconds, the she-cat abruptly stopped and turned to Coalblaze with a playful smirk on her face. “Beat that!” She laughed, and Coalblaze responded by pantomiming a temper tantrum.

“Okay, okay, you’ve had your fun. But this is a serious occasion. Please refrain from doing things like this,” Lynxstar interrupted, though he was laughing so hard that his words were lost. So much for not displaying favoritism. Aspenpaw leaned towards his shaking pelt.

“C’mon, Lynxstar! Lighten up! This is a celebration, right? Why not have the most fun as possible?”

“Okay, okay, you’ve got me there,” Lynxstar chuckled. He didn’t really want the apprentices’ antics to stop, anyway. He needed a break from minding his words. “Anyway, by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Aspenpaw, from this moment you will be known as Aspensong–“ Aspensong pantomimed singing dramatically, eliciting more than a few chuckles from the crowd. “–StarClan honors your eagerness and spontaneity, and we welcome you as a full warrior of ShadowClan.” Aspensong took a bow – or at least, the closest a cat could ever get to a bow – and took a seat. Knowing that he was next, Cypresspaw took a step forward and stood up silently.

“Cypresspaw.”
“I, Lynxstar, leader of ShadowClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. He has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend him to you as a warrior in his turn. Cypresspaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?”

“I do.” Like Twopaw, Cypresspaw’s voice was soft, but clear. However, Lynxstar experienced none of the cold, gripping fear that he had felt when Twopaw had spoken. This time, he was free from fright’s slimy, marshy, dark grip, which, unlike the swamp of ShadowClan, was quite uncomfortable.

“Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Cypresspaw, from this moment you will be known as Cypressroot. StarClan honors your maturity and self-control, and we welcome you as a full warrior of ShadowClan.” As soon as Lynxstar finished his sentence, the first chants were born. In the matter of a second, the whole of ShadowClan was chanting the new warrior names, as was customary. Lynxstar and the new warriors, however, could feel the love and pride in the voices of the cats that they had grown up with, and could pinpoint exactly which voice belonged to whom, which brought tears to Lynxstar’s eyes. Already Coalpaw had started crying. One by one, Lynxstar padded around the roof and rested his muzzle on every new warrior’s head as they licked his shoulder.

“Twoheart! Coalblaze! Aspensong! Cypressroot!”

Lynxstar was aware of Coalpaw intertwining his tail with Aspensong’s as they leaned each other, whispering praise in each other’s ears. Twopaw and Cypresspaw emanated quiet pride that shined no darker than the louder kind.

“Twoheart! Coalblaze! Aspensong! Cypressroot!”

Lynxstar could feel the energy from the scene fill him up more than all the prey he had ever caught in his lifetime could have done. He was proud of all the apprentices, even Twopaw, for reaching this point in their life. And, he realized, he was now full of the determination that would give him the energy to overcome or at least survive the threat of Frostfire.

“Twoheart! Coalblaze! Aspensong! Cypressroot!”

Noticing that the sun had set, Lynxstar turned to each other the new warriors, motioning them to follow. Silently, all five of them slipped away from the leader’s den, the cats of ShadowClan parting to let them pass, as they were edged on the by enthusiastic chants of their clanmates. The ShadowClan leader guided the other four to the center of camp, and briefed them on the vigil that they would be sitting that night, while the other cats slowly began to disperse and meander over to their respective dens, preparing to get a good night’s rest.
After informing and preparing the newly named warriors, who definitely had enough energy to last the entire night of their task, Lynxstar prepared to sleep as well. After all, it had been a long day; most of it had been spent with painstaking planning, and countless re-checks of secret initiatives, not to mention carefully skirting around conflict and choosing words with the utmost care. Tired of constantly living in fear and caution, Lynxstar just wanted the last thing he would see today to be his damp, cool bed of moss. He also wanted the last thing that he would think about to be how comfortable the bed was. Not Frostfire, not the new warriors, and definitely not danger and death. Trudging slowly across the final stretch of the day, the careworn leader flopped down on his steadfast friend – his bed. Breathing in the faint scent of moss and tree-bark, coupled with his own marshy smell, Lynxstar was lulled to sleep, his fatigue a blissful lullaby. The next day would have to wait outside the entrance of the den. Now, the leader needed sleep.
The next day, Lynxstar awoke to the voices of ShadowClan voices. Blinking wearily, Lynxstar shuffled over in his moss bedding, half conscious. Though he had spent nearly ten hours regaining energy, Lynxstar could roll around, but could not muster the energy to push himself up. Then, his senses slowly drifted back to him and he crawled to his feet, feeling the hollow tree-trunk’s swampy embrace. Quickly grooming himself, the grey tom heaved himself out of his den to see Coalblaze and Aspensong happily chatting away. Aspensong playfully pounced on the black warrior and they play-fought, evidently still possessing enough energy to do so. Meanwhile, a weary-looking Cypressroot lay heavily on the ground. He had had a rough night, for his calm and steady personality had failed to lend him enough strength to fight fatigue. Twoheart, the best fighter of the group, had taken a powerful blow as well, though. The white tom sat next to Cypressroot, grooming himself with slow, drowsy movements. His licks were sloppy, so all he was doing to his pelt was ruffling it even more, though Twoheart seemed too tired to care.
At the approach of his former mentor, Coalblaze turned away from Aspensong, who took the opportunity to pin him to the ground, laughing. Coalblaze seemed annoyed, but still good-spirited.
“Hey, Lynxstar! How did you sleep?” Coalblaze asked amiably.
“Very well, thank you. How did you fare last light?” Lynxstar replied fondly.
“Aspensong and I had so much fun! We played hide-and-seek in the dark, but it was okay, ‘cause it made us alert the whole time!” Coalblaze piped up, his words muffled as Aspensong threw herself on Coalblaze in a good-natured hug. Lynxstar smiled. With Coalblaze, Aspensong, Ravineraven, and Crowsand, he felt he could relax and not mind what he had to say as much, because he knew that they would stick by him without pretty words and influence.
“Aren’t you a little old to be playing that game? You’re warriors now, you know,” Lynxstar laughed, though in all honesty he was completely fine with the duo having more than a little fun.
“Aw, you’re no fun!” Aspensong pouted, obviously thinking Lynxstar was very fun.
“Okay, fine. I won’t play with you then. I’ll just go check on Cypressroot instead,” Lynxstar fired back, though in reality he was concerned about Cypressroot. True to his word, Lynxstar padded over to the dark brown tom, who, hearing him approach, pricked his ears but said nothing.
“Greetings, Cypressroot. Congratulations on making it through the vigil last night. How are you feeling?” Lynxstar asked politely, remembering his first goal: establish a better relationship with Voidtail and Cypressroot before Frostfire could pull them away.
“Tired,” was Cypressroot’s one-word reply.
“I can see. Would like a drink or a piece of prey?” Cypressroot nodded weakly. “What would you like to me bring you?”
“Squirrel and water, please,” Cypresspaw mewed with a sigh, fatigued and sleepy but still clinging on to his manners.
“Okay, I’ll be right back,” Lynxstar assured, eliciting a quiet “thank you” from the exhausted warrior. Turning around, he picked up a nice, juicy squirrel – the best out of all the fresh-kill on the pile – and a patch of moss soaked in water, and dropped it at Cypressroot’s feet. Cypressroot immediately acted to drink the water, but hesitated.
“Wait, aren’t kits, elders, and queens supposed to eat first?” Cypressroot asked, though it obviously pained him to resist food and water after a long night awake.
“I think we can make an exception this time. You need it more than they do at the moment, and you’ve earned it,” Lynxstar coaxed soothingly. Cypressroot nodded thankfully before digging in. Lynxstar was satisfied by the impression he had made on the young warrior, and spotted a proud and respectful Voidtail watching from the shade of a nearby pine tree.
Catching his eye, Lynxstar walked over to the white tom, offering a greeting. Voidtail dipped his head in respect.
“Thank you for making sure that my former apprentice was cared for. I just came out of the warriors’ den, and I saw you already making sure he had enough to drink and eat, and that, I think, shows quite a bit about what type of cat you are. Thank you again,” Voidtail mewed, his words expressed gratefully. Lynxstar, as was customary, replied with a simple “No, thank you” but in reality, his heart was soaring. A tiny voice inside his head was suspicious and doubtful of the sincerity of Voidtail’s words, but for the most part, it seemed as if Voidtail respected him greatly. Helping Cypressroot was a good move, and Lynxstar was proud that he had won the black-tailed tom over.

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October 21st, 2017, 3:17 am

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August 8th, 2017, 8:20 am

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There. If Frostfire was beating Lynxstar by one cat last time, they're supposedly tied now. Unless Voidtail is messing with Lynxstar, but honestly I don't think so.

Coalblaze x Aspensong
My OTP of the series

Also Twoheart seems to be a dangerous enemy. Lynxstar better keep an eye on him too.

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August 8th, 2017, 8:23 am

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@ShadowStalker1128:
Told you that you'd seem more of Twoheart ;3

Lol thats nice XD
But I still think the best relationships are platonic


Actually when you think it about their relationship ain't that different from ours

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August 8th, 2017, 8:24 am

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@WildfireK: lol it isn't

But Coalsong is ADORABLEEEE

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August 8th, 2017, 8:25 am

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@ShadowStalker1128:
I knowww right
I ship it too
I mean ships can be platonic

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October 14th, 2017, 8:41 am

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...
wow i already ship something.

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October 14th, 2017, 8:43 am

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@Fire storm:
How did you read that in 6 minutes

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October 14th, 2017, 8:44 am

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@WildfireK: i read very very fast XD

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October 14th, 2017, 8:46 am

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@Fire storm:
Yeeeaaaah same! :D
High five for fast readers!


So let's see... 4,000 words in 6 minutes, that's like 660 words per minute...

Hey, that's about as fast as I read! :D

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October 14th, 2017, 8:51 am

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@WildfireK: Ayyyyy
High five!

cant believe you actually calculated that

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