Username: Lex.
Cat Name: Briarstripe
Gender: Male
Rank: Deputy
Clan: (
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Age: 43 Moons
Prompt:I love the storywriting prompts c':
Briarpaw had been an apprentice for 6 moons. He was doing great in her training, and was a tough and diligent warrior to be. He made sure to correct all of the many mistakes he has made throughout his life which has proved him to be resistant and courageous. By the time he was in her 7th and last moon of apprenticeship, something happened. What happened you ask? Well, here is the story.
*Chirp Chirp*
The birds were singing their song of the morning. It was a bright and sunny day, and it was also in fact the day that Briarpaw was going to be made a warrior! He awoke from the sound of a bustling camp. Everyone was in a great mood, and the day was going swell so far. Briarpaw, still a bit drowsy from his deep sleep, stretched halfway out of the apprentices den. He then yawned, and went to go eat something from the fresh-kill pile. His clanmates greeted him as he walked by, giving him coy smiles, knowing we was going to be a full warrior soon. Being the modest cat he is, he shyed away and gave his clanmates sweet smiles, thanking them for their support. As he approached the fresh kill pile, his mentor greeting him. "Hello, Briarpaw! I assume the day has found you well so far?" Briarpaw nodded. "Yes, it has! It's nice to see that everyone believes in me." he said shyly, pawing at the ground whilst he spoke. "That's great. Why don't we share this squirrel, and go hunting?" his mentor said, beckoning at a plump squirrel. Briarpaw then eagerly nodded, and then shared that squirrel with his mentor.
As they finished eating, they got up and went out to the forest. It was a beautiful day in greenleaf, it had just rained a lot the previous night, and the plants were already looking even more green. Their paws made dents in the soft ground as they went along, sniffing for prey to hunt. There was nothing near the stream, so they decided to head towards the Woodpecker tree. The name comes from the cute little woodpecker that lives there. The tree, slightly tilted was awfully quiet. Usually on a day like this, the woodpecker would be pecking away, looking for the bugs that reside in the tree. "It's awfully quiet today." Briarpaw inquired. His mentor grunted an agreement. "I'll go and check." Briarpaw jumped in front of them. "Could I go check?" His mentor stepped back and allowed him to climb the tree. If he was lucky, he would find a robins nest, or maybe a sparrow. He made his way to the first set of branched. Careful not to fall, he peered around the tree in search of any feathered food. Not finding anything, he started his descent. However, on his way down, he noticed something. The tree began to wobble. Panicking, he began trembling.
"Get down from there!" His mentor screeched. He bunched his legs and leaped. The tree wasn't far behind. Falling with him, it caught up to him. One of the branches scratched from his eyes to the base of his tail, attacking his underbelly. Hitting the ground just a taillength away from the tree, everything went black.
Briarpaw awoke in the medicine den, with a couple of cats hovered over him. One being a large white tom, the deputy, and his mentor. Briarpaw, shocked jumped back, but then winced at the pain. The medicine cat, a small ginger she cat hissed at the 2 toms. "Enough! Get out of here, he is seriously wounded and needs
rest." Both the toms gave her a surprise look. The deputy furrowed his brow and left. His mentor brushed his tail against Briarpaw's flank and walked out. The small she cat went over to his nest. "Hi, little one. How are you feeling?" Briarpaw, biting back back grunted in response. The she-cat gave a worried look then went and retrieved some herbs from the wall. She came back a bit later with a green paste. She applied it to her paw and placed it on his scar. The scar started over his eye, down his chest, on his belly, and to the base of his tail. "Crazy wound you got, huh. Thank starclan you are live, you could've been killed out there, 'paw." Briarpaw shivered and thought to himslef,
"How foolish. I could've died. And for what? A squirrel? Tch." As if reading his thoughs, the she-cat told him,
"Don't worry. It's not your fault. The rain loosened up the tree, we should've checked like we usually do. Just sit tight, ok?"An old black tom stood near the entrance of the den. "Mosswing." he called out. She turned to look at him. He beckoned her to follow him with her tail. They both stood outside of the den, talking. She then came back in. "Come, follow me. You can stand right? Be careful." He nodded, and followed her out into the clearing. Everyone was gathered under the gnarled roots of a willow tree, while the leader, the same black tom from before sat atop the roots.
"Thistleclan. I call upon you today wo welcome a new warrior." Briarpaw watched, in shock, but also awe.
"Briarpaw. Do you promise to uphold the clan code, and always do what is best for the clan?"
Briarpaw sat and upright as he could. "Yes, Darkstar."
"Then by the power invested in me, you are know to be known as Briarstripe. The clan thanks you for the bravery and courage you showed a few sunrises ago, and hope that you will continue to learn and grow."
He touched noses with the new warrior, and the clan cheered.
All around were familiar faces, cheering him on. He was appreciated, and that is all that he could ask for. And he has a sweet scar to prove it.
-fin-
