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sparrowclaw

galeclan warrior

Sparrowclaw had been sitting near the entrance of camp, standing guard - a thing he often volunteered to do whenever he had no other duties to attend to. He hated sitting around doing nothing and feeling useless, especially as many other cats seemed to think it was an invitation to spend time with him and chat about useless gossip.[break]
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The tabby knew that a meeting was coming, but he hadn't expected it to come from the voice of Wapatofur. After all, Sparrowclaw had pulled Basilstar aside to tell the leader that he thought his apprentice, Nutriapaw, was ready to finally become a warrior. Perhaps he thought it would be appropriate for her own brother to designate her himself. Sparrowclaw tried not to think too much into it, knowing it would likely just begin to irritate him thinking about Basilstar not attending to his duties.[break]
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Instead, he made his way closer into camp. He could see his apprentice stomping around somewhat bitterly, causing the tom to flick his tail. He'd hoped that she might show a little more maturity, but tried not to push it too much. He figured in time she would likely begin to understand that she had grown so much in the past two moons alone. In Sparrowclaw's eyes, she was leaps and bounds stronger than Sturgeonpaw, who Sparrowclaw felt was receiving his warrior name too early. But she was young and stubborn, and he wouldn't hold it against her.[break]
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Instead, the tabby placed himself in a position where she could see him, so if she looked over, she could see that - despite his usual disposition of frustration - he did hold a fair bit of pride over how far she had come, and the fantastic warrior she would be. He certainly planned to give her the same advice that he'd received upon being given his warrior name from his own mentor - the end of apprenticeship was not the end of training if she wanted to continue being a strong warrior, and that she ought to continue pushing herself until she was a pride of GaleClan.

aesop

galeclan elder

Aesop made their way out of their nest, stretching their limbs and feeling strangely more alive than ever. As they stepped out of the shelter of the elder's den, they gazed blindly skyward, wondering if StarClan themselves had blessed them recently. They'd felt rejuvinated more than usual with the weather beginning to warm once again, but it was not something they were going to receive thanklessly. Every night as they'd gone to bed, they could have sworn they could feel the presences of Asterface and Rushstripe specifically beside them, giving them further strength. With Patchflower's kits on the way, the sight of great-grandchildren helped Aesop find even further joy in each and every day.[break]
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They didn't question the sound of Wapatofur's voice all that much. In fact, they'd been looking forward to this ceremony in particular. Though the elder was well aware that some apprentices would be made warriors, they also hoped this would be the moment when young Taurus would be formally accepted into GaleClan. They'd grown rather fond of the loner, something of her presence remding Aesop of their younger days. They were certainly curious whether or not she would keep her name or choose a new name in the custom of GaleClan, though the elder presumed that Basilstar would likely enforce a new name. Admittedly, the elder wasn't sure they necessarily agreed with the thought, knowing how important their own name was to them, but they could always ask Taurus later in private which she preferred to be known as.[break]
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The calico moved a little further out of the elder's den. They certainly had no issue in navigating the camp after many seasons of living here, but any slow movements were more just to make sure that no over eager apprentices accidentally knocked them off their paws.