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Ragingsoul
Ragingsoul
current name: Ragingsoul
previous names: Ragingcub, Ragingstorm
future names: none
gender: male
current rank: kami (leader)
past ranks: cub, loner
future ranks: none
kin: onyxstone (mother), ravenblood (father), unnamed cub (brother), unnamed cub (sister)
crush: none
mate: none
sexuality: gynosexual
kits: none
personality: ragingsoul sticks very close to tradition and the old laws. he is a bit stubborn, and has quite a few trust issues due to what happened to the original kwamiclan. once you get to know him, ragingsoul can be quite kind, but until you get to know him he will tend to brush you off.
history: born in the original kwamiclan, ragingsoul was named for the rage his mother felt about being led by a rouge as they were in those hard times. the other two cubs in his litter were stillborn, and ragingsoul's parents never named them. after the great sickness, which killed akuma and her general, ragingsoul and his mother fled the territory. she trained him, cared for him, and told him stories of the old ways until her death. when she died, ragingstorm, as his mother had taken to call him once he had become of age to be a proper guardian of kwamiclan, spent most of his time wandering the new territory and keeping it safe, as the old kwamiclan did for its land.
one day, when he was about thirty moons, ragingstorm met a group of five deerclan refugees, a mother and four cubs, and decided to adopt them into his territory. ragingstorm told the cubs some stories about kwamiclan, and tigerlily told him he aught to try rebuilding it. she promised to help him, since she had some knowledge of clans. ragingstorm took some convincing, but finally agreed.
renamed ragingsoul, the new kami has since rebuilt kwamiclan. he did add a new rank, the akuma, to put in untrustworthy cats, mostly former clan cats, until they were proved trustworthy.
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nine lives ceremony
Ragingstorm's tabby fur prickled with apprehension as he made his way along the path that led to the moonpool. His black-tipped tail flicked, and his green eyes darted from side to side. He'd been here only once, when his mother Onyxstone had shown him the way should ever he need it. She'd taught him how to pray to the spirits, and had introduced him to his father Ravenblood, a midnight furred tom with striking green eyes. Ravenblood had died in the Great Sickness, and so Ragingstorm had never been old enough to remember him.
Now though, this was not as casual a visit. Ragingstorm was going to be asking for a great favor. Permission to refound Kwamiclan, and nine lives to lead it with. Taking a deep breath, Ragingstorm sat at the waters side and closed his eyes "Great ancestors who came before, I appear before you, a humble servant. I am Ragingstorm, son of Onyxstone and Ravenblood. I wish to recreate a clan of the past, and I pray, great ancestors, that you would grant me this request and the nine lives I will require to properly lead." lowering his head, Ragingstorm touched his nose to the water, and then took a step backwards, laying down on the hard stones.
A few seconds later, he opened his eyes again and peered around. He was now standing in a large stone-like structure, that scented heavily of cats. At first, he was alone. Then cats began to merge out of the darkness, eyes glittering as they peered at him. One of the shadows stepped to the front, and Ragingstorm forced himself to stay still. "Ragingstorm." the she-cat purred "My beloved son, how you've grown." Ragingstorm smiled "It's good to see you again mother."
Onyxstone smiled "I'd love to just stay here with you for a while, but the others grow impatient." as if this was a cue, several more shadows detached themselves from the swarm and lined up behind Onyxstone. "Ragingstorm, son of Onyxstone and Ravenblood, you stand before the ancestors, ready to become the new leader of Kwamiclan. As your old life strips away, I warn you that if you do not survive the lives you are about to receive, you will join our ranks for all time. Are you prepared?" Knowing they would start no matter his answer, Ragingstorm nodded.
Onyxstone nodded "Good. I, Onyxstone, daughter of Opal and Obsidian, grant you a life for friendship, may you always find yourself surrounded by allies." she touched her nose to Ragingstorm's chest, directly over his heart. A flash like warm honey flooded Ragingstorm, and he closed his eyes. Friendship was the feeling of home and loving family. He wasn't surprised his mother was giving him this life.
As Onyxstone padded away, Ragingstorm opened his eyes and found himself facing a beautiful white she-cat with soft blue eyes. Before he could speak, she began. "I, Puresoul, daughter of Angel and Scar, grant you a life for Clear Judgement. May you always know the hearts of those you allow into your clan." her nose found its way to his forehead, and Ragingstorm's claws jutted out, digging into the earth. This life racked through his body in waves of torturous pain, and by the end of it he was struggling to stand. Puresoul gave him a look of pity, but moved to stand next to Onyxstone somewhere behind him.
The next cat to walk forwards was a short-legged cat with brown and white fur. Once again, Ragingstorm was given no chance to talk for she spoke instantly, voice warm and welcoming "I, Shortstep, daughter of Tiny and Dugger, grant you a life for welcoming those who are different. May you always be warm-hearted to those with differences." This life was a combination of pain and dullness. As it flowed over him, he felt himself become mute, deaf, blind, three-legged, stump-tailed, and then back to normal. It was a strange pain, but pain nonetheless.
He was still recovering from Shortstep's life when the next voice spoke up, and he opened his eyes quickly to see two cats standing side by side. The first, a silver gray tabby who was speaking, the second a darker gray cat. "I, Clearbite, son of Lily and Tiger, give you a life for Understanding. May you always be an ally to your clanmates." But instead of touching Ragingsoul, he paused, glancing at the other tom beside him, who was now speaking. "I, Mooneye, son of Blacklily and Yen, grant you a life for Pride. May you never feel ashamed for who you are." then, in sync, the two toms pressed their noses, one on either side of Ragingstorm's face, on the outside corners of his eyes. Both lives radiated of love and fear, fear for judgement against them, love for those that accepted them.
Ragingstorm smiled softly, reaching outwards mentally as the glow faded away. Opening his eyes, he found the toms padding away, revealing a tiny cub. She was white, with a black head, and she smiled up at him. "Hello Ragingcub!" she purred "Or, well...I guess you're Ragingstorm now huh?" Ragingstorm blinked at her, and he opened his mouth, but she quickly shushed him "No talking silly, you'll ruin the ceremony!" Then she cleared her throat "I, Swiftcub, daughter of Mooneye and Clearbite, give you a life for Family, may you have cubs one day to tie you closer to your future mate and your clan." she was small, and so her nose was pressed into his left fore-paw. This life was warm, like the one his mother had given him, but twined in with the love he had felt from some of the earlier lives.
As she pranced over to sit with her fathers, Ragingstorm looked towards the next cat. The cat padding up to him was a smokey gray furred tomcat who was clearly on the older end of life. Despite this muscles rippled under his fur and he held himself with an air of confidence. "I, Shadowfang, son of Apple and Jerry, grant you a life for delivering Justice, may you always punish crimes justly according to their severity." his nose was pressed to the back of Ragingstorm's bowed head, and flared forwards into his mind, gripping his head with sharp, stab-like pains, and then fading into a dull throb before vanishing completely.
An orange she-cat was the next to walk forwards. Her stomach was swollen with unborn kits, and she smiled at him gently before speaking in a soft voice "I, Orangeleaf, daughter of Turtle and Skull, grant you a life for Patience. The best things in life are always worth waiting for." her head lowered, until her nose pressed against his right paw, opposite of where Swiftcub's had gone.
The final cat to step forwards, Ragingstorm would have recognized even without a name. A muted brown tabby, with sad eyes. "I, Hawksoul, the founder of Kwamiclan, give you a life for wisdom. May you never be without an answer." His nose went to Ragingstorm's forehead, above and between his eyes. This life was the harshest of them all, and Ragingstorm nearly stumbled forwards. Mercifully, Hawksoul nodded to him and whispered "You may sit."
Ragingstorm all but collapsed onto the hard floor. The cats who had given him his lives padded forwards, until they were standing around him in a semi-circle. "I now name you Ragingsoul, new leader of Kwamiclan. May the clan of spirits flurish under your paws."
