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Flarestar’s Ceremony

Below is mostly for my Clan on Instagram but if you want to give it a read

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By: Hailey Johnson (all characters original to me or my Clanmates @sun._.clan on Instagram

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A tortoiseshell and white tom padded slowly through his dreams. It was a few nights after the Dark Forest battle and in the starry grounds, he felt no pain from his injuries. Although the tom felt some excitement, his shoulders were slumped down in grief for his lost father, Redstar, who had died during the battle. He paused when the sounds of pawsteps echoed around him. In instinct, the multi-colored tom unsheathed his claws and dug them into the earth. A moment later, he relaxed as ranks of StarClan warriors stepped from the forest into the bright clearing.

“Welcome Flarepelt.” A common, resounding voice came up from the group of starry cats and his muscles softened further at the sound. The welcomed tom scanned the ranks of cats, flashes of familiar and unfamiliar pelts at the corners of his eyes. After what felt like moons, there was a stir and a she-cat stepped forward. Flarepelt’s eyes widened slowly and a smile spread across his face. He tried to step forward to greet the tortoiseshell and white she-cat but found himself rooted to the ground. With a growl of frustration he tried to push past the unseeing power that kept him in place but stopped when the she-cat reached him.

Foxtail took a breath and grinned happily at Flarepelt, “Welcome to your nine lives ceremony.. I have been granted the wish to give you your first life. With this life I give you love, use it well to guide your heart, which is important in leadership as much as logic is.” She meowed and touched his head with her nose. Flarepelt gasped as pain seared through his chest, his wounds on fire for a moment before that passed. Faces flashed in his mind; those lost, Foxtail, Bearpaw, Littlepaw, Redstar, and those current, Pansybreeze, Springkit, Moosehead, and even Doveflight. He was left shaking a bit as Foxtail walked away back into the throng of cats, wishing he could say something to his adoptive mother or at least thank her, but she was gone too fast.

A long furred brown and white tabby tom replaced her, his long confident strides familiar to how Flarepelt saw him on patrol.

Tigerblaze gave a small smirk and dipped his head, “With this life I give you endurance. Use it well to keep on in your Clan, even when you feel like falling.” The tom touched his nose to Flarepelt’s head as Foxtail did, bringing a feeling of extreme tiredness but the determination to keep going. The tortie and white tom bowed his head in gratitude, even though his fur dragged him down.

A red-orange bengal cat came next, his black spots glowing in the shine of stars. His eyes held sorrow and wisdom, and his wounds were healed. Tintedflame gave Flarepelt a respected glance and spoke deeply, from his soul, “With this life I give you forgiveness. Use it to allow yourself to give second chances, to forgive and forget.. As I could not in my life.” With the received life, Tintedflame stepped back, glancing back for a moment and opening his mouth to speak but then walking away with a shake of his head. Flarepelt’s eyes shadowed as he thought of Roseblood, the maternal mother he had killed as an apprentice. When his eyes cleared a pure black she-cat stood before him. His eyes widened at the sight of such an older SunClan warrior, one who had died when he was young; Nightshade.

“With this life I give duty, use it well to find the confidence to take your father’s position as leader,” Nightshade meowed with quiet StarClan authority, giving his head a light touch with her nose. Flarepelt shook slightly at the sense of leadership that engulfed him suddenly, like little pinpricks along his pelt until it was just a giant ball of thistles in his body. The feeling subsided and a mostly white she-cat with calico tabby patches was suddenly in front of him. The different colored eyes sparkled with sadness as she gazed at Flarepelt, the brother of the mate that broke her heart.

“With this life I give you loyalty.” Her gaze was sharp but her voice like velvet, “Use it to keep the loyalty of your Clan and to give it back. Don’t let it go, or all is lost.” She touched her nose to his, and Flarepelt accepted the gift with a cautious air, hoping her anger wouldn’t be taken out on him. The tom felt Turtlewave’s feelings fill him and he closed his eyes against the emotional pain she had welled in her and then gasped as they left him. Flarepelt’s head hung and tremors wracked his body. How many lives is that...? He thought, trying to gain the will to go on.

Without realizing a light colored calico cat stood in front of him, her voice gentle and happy, “Raise your head warrior.” Flarepelt did what was asked and saw that it was the young Riverwhisker. “With this life I give you kindness. Use it to stop the harshness in your voice towards strangers and give yourself delicacy towards the weaker of your Clan. And tell Featherspring not to grieve too long.. It was my time.” Her head leaned forward, a sweet touch of her nose to his head. This life was calm and Flarepelt felt relief but also a responsibility, not only towards giving the news to the young siamese she-cat in his Clan but the Clan members themselves. A black tom sauntered forward next, a bounce in his step and a sparkle in his eyes. Though the live tom did not know him well, Crowfur was renowned in the Clan while he lived, for his cheerfulness and guile to love the ice queen, Icefeather.

Flarepelt gave him a smile, something he could muster after Riverwhisker’s life and lowered his head for Crowfur to speak, “With this life I give you generosity and happiness. Use it for the dark times, when you need it most.” Like the last, the life was peaceful and only seared his paw pads, over quickly. He allowed himself a breath before a gray siamese cat was on her way towards him. The tom glanced around wildly for Crowfur, hoping he would be able to tame the fierce look in Icefeather’s eyes.

Said she-cat reached him in easy strides, her icy eyes so much like Silverpool’s blazing, “With this life I give you reliability. Use it to be there for your Clan, as we have all reiterated.” She paused, voice cold and slow, “Forgive Silverpool. She was misguided... She will atone for them.” Flarepelt granted the life into his body, reminding himself to carefully consider her words for later. By the time the fierceness of Icefeather’s life had left his body he was completely fatigued, swaying on his paws. Flarepelt had never thought nine lives would be this painful- yet he had only earned eight lives thus far. The tom looked up, fur fluffed out in anticipation, almost knowing who would appear before he did.

A large red tom stalked toward him, head held high and his long fur groomed perfectly. His starry pelt was brighter than most of the others, the significance of being a past leader evident. By the time Redstar had reached the future leader, Flarepelt was smiling with tears in his eyes.

“Do not be sad.” Redstar flicked his tail out to touch his son on the shoulder. “With this life I give you bravery. Although I do not question your bravery, their is nothing wrong with a little extra.” The red tom touched his nose to Flarepelt’s head and sudden joy exploded. “I love you, son.”

“Flarestar! Flarestar!” Flarestar heard the voices echoing loudly around him and the last he saw was his father’s proud eyes before he awoke in his nest, feeling more alive than ever.

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