Pouncebloom rolled over in their nest at the sound of Morningstar's voice and blinked away the last weariness of the previous night's patrol. They stretched all four legs out, ignoring the protests of their neighbor, and savored the comfort of the moss for another few moments. Then it was up on their feet—stars, their paws were tired—and out among their clanmates. The fresh air and sunlight and trilling birdsong served to wake them the rest of the way up, just in time to dodge a pair of excited apprentices running to the meeting spot.

Pouncebloom nuzzled a greeting to a fellow warrior and settled, more alert now, in a patch of sunlight near the log. Tucking their paws under their body for warmth, they looked up to Morningstar expectantly.

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Cricketblaze's eyes snapped open upon Morningstar's call, his slumber disturbed by her voice. He did not rise though, groaning aloud and flopping onto his other side. "Do I have to?" he whined, placing one of his paws over his eyes.

A paw nudged his side none-too-gently, and Cricketblaze grunted. He removed his paw with a grumble and squinted at the back of the warrior who'd kicked him.

Ripplefoot left the young warrior grumbling in his nest, doing her utmost not to betray the ache in her hips. They'd been getting worse lately, an unfortunate fact of life. It took her longer to get up in the morning, and longer to fall asleep at night.

Head held high, Ripplefoot made her way toward the growing crowd of cats, only to be forced to pull up short at a black and white blur shooting past her.

Gracklepaw felt her ears flatten at the hiss from the senior warrior. And Ripplefoot was a super DUPER senior warrior, so it was doubly a bad thing. But Gracklepaw hadn't seen her in time to stop, and it had been a miracle Gracklepaw had managed to dodge around the older cat instead of colliding with her.

Why was she in a rush? Well first of all Gracklepaw was ALWAYS in a rush, so jot that down! Second of all, she'd seen a cat avoiding his Clanmates, and Gracklepaw wasn't about to allow that! She slid to a halt in front of her brother, Dipperpaw, and her nose stopped just short of colliding with his. "Dipperpaw, come on! You won't be able to hear all the way back here! Come with with Wrenpaw and me! Pleeeeeease?"

She widened her eyes and added a bit of a pout, trying to make herself seem like she was going to cry if he didn't. And she would, she absolutely would, so it was in his best interest to avoid THAT scene by just doing what she wanted!

Iceeyes perked her ears at the call. She had been expecting this call since Violetwing had her kits. She stopped what she had been doing, (Removing old and starting to turn herbs and making sure the drying herbs had enough air flow) and stretched. she was about to turn to leave the stump that was her den when she heard the fast approaching apprentice. She wasn't sure who it was until she heard Gracklepaw's excited voice that she knew who it was.

It was good that she was not going to need to pull Dipperpaw out of the den. She stepped out of her den and carefully made her way towards the front of the crowd. She settles herself down, ready to hear her leaders words.

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Maskedbandit

His eyes were large and round as he observed his ‘clanmates’ gather from the nooks and crannies in which they were hiding. He wasn’t a particularly social cat, let alone on days like these. But he loved to watch and observe. He had to have something to report back to his siblings after all. Even if he had found himself starting to grow ever so slightly distant from them these days. He found the routine of clan life a little relaxing now. Still not his speed, but he was used to it. It would be weirder not to be here at this point. However a loud voice pulled the silver tabby from his inner thoughts. His large ears tipped forward as he watched the small tabby on the log speak up.



Wrenpaw

While Gracklepaw was quick to go flying from their den straight towards their brother, the white and black she-cat wasn’t too far behind her sister. After all, a flock always seemed to travel together, it was only right. Watching with wide eyes as her sister almost ran straight into Ripplefoot, she was sure to carefully avoid the older cat, muttering a ‘sorry’ in passing for her sister.

“C’mon Dipperpaw! You gotta come a little closer, we don’t need to be at the front this time, but you can’t hide!” she added, moving to her brothers side to nudge him with her nose. An attempt to get the other to budge from where he had decided to plant himself.



Morningstar

The petite she-cat watched as her clan started to come to life. The peace was stirred up with the humming of cats chattering as they rolled from their slumber or sharing of tongues. It was always something she admired in clan life, just how much life really came from within. This was the heart and soul of the clan, and these meetings brought everyone together.

Watching one of her targets come tumbling from the nursery, nearly shoving her adopted parents out of the way in her excitement. Granted, there was also the whirl winds that almost took out a warrior in their desperate race to get the poor Dipperpaw from his nest. One day these very cats would the up and coming in Orchidclan, it was only a matter of time really. Feeling as though enough cats had come out to gather she cleared her throat before speaking,

“Today in Orchidclan we gather to celebrate the good that has come from these past few brutal moons. On this day I would like to welcome Mountainpaw up here to receive his warrior name. After moons of training alongside Rookbriar, we have seen the fine young cat you’ve grown into. I would like to welcome you to Orchidclan as full fledged warrior as Mountaindew,” she called, letting her voice carry around the clearing. Giving the tom a moment to come and sit below the Fallen Log.

“We also have a young cat who has been very patiently waiting to start their apprenticeship,” she called, looking down at the young she-cat, nodding for her to come forward below the Fallen Log as well, “Daykit, you have endured more then you should for a cat your age - and I think it’s time you took the next step in your journey. From this day forward you will be known as Daypaw, and you will be entrusted under the careful eye of Ripplefoot.” she smiled down at the young cat. Her heart really did go out to the little thing, but she showed great signs of life and would one day grow into a fine young warrior.

Lifting her head high once more a warmth met her maw as she looked towards the nursery, “We also have more wonderful news for the clan. In recent days Violetwing has had her kittens. We would like to welcome Rainkit, Mistkit, Hailkit and Breezekit to Orchidclan” she declared with pride. Leafbare had been very rough with them with the tension with Galeclan and the threat of Foxes, but it was clear that Orchidclan wasn’t going to be left behind. They were a strong clan that was still growing, and nothing would stop them from remaining strong and proud.