The Moonwell~For Ashclan, Spiritclan and Streamclan Only

[C a s]

Petalfur can, I have to go very soon.}

[Cradily]

(Mmkay, see ya!)

Petalfur stepped forward and touched her nose to Kestrelclaw's forehead. "With this life, I give you the gift of discernment. Use it to know right from wrong, to judge justly, and to lead your Clan in the correct direction."

Kestrelclaw couldn't stop a smile from slinking onto his face at the sight of his former mentor. A pair of icy claws seemed to grip him all of a sudden, piercing his skin, his brain, his heart. The image of Petalfur before him twisted and turned until it was no longer Petalfur at all but a huge, black-furred cat with dark red eyes. The cat's thorn-sharp claws and teeth were spattered with blood and it gave a hiss of fury as it lunged for Kestrelclaw. But as it was doing so, its blackened body slowly began to disintegrate, and in its place sat a tiny, pure white kitten with bright blue eyes. Kestrelclaw tilted his head in confusion, but before he even had a chance to ponder what the two cats meant, he was standing in front of Petalfur again and his body was released from the ice-cold grasp. He looked up into his mentor's eyes and she simply gave a nod before turning and walking away.

[C a s]

Frosteyes padded forward with her head high.
" With this life I give you pride. Use it well to to show your strength to other Clans and dangers, but never overuse it." She touched his nose to hers, and jerked back almost as soon as they touched. She gave him a glare before padding back to the circle.

[Cradily]

Like any other cat, Kestrelclaw had, throughout his life, been both praised and lionized as well as scolded and criticized, sometimes to the extremes. As a result, there had been times when he wasn't quite sure how to feel. But now, combined with the life of sight that Brambletail had given him as well as the life of discernment that Petalfur had given him, it all became clear now. Yes, there were times when it was okay to feel proud, but not overly so, not so much as to put one's self on a pedestal. Likewise, modesty was hardly ever viewed as a bad thing, but it was important that one not think of themselves as merely a worm writhing in the dirt, for they were much more than that. Despite what others would say or do, whether they gave too much respect or not enough, Kestrelclaw would know what limits to stop at. More than anything, he would think of himself as an equal except to those with evil intentions and darkened hearts, and he would think of his Clan in the same way. He would not allow other Clans to put down his own as if it were lesser, nor would he allow it to look down upon other Clans and become vain. He blinked, somewhat confused, as Frosteyes gave him a glare and stalked off, but he shrugged it off and bowed respectively to her anyway.

[C a s]

Next to come was the stony gray toms the cats of AshClan knew and loved, Moonstar.
" With this life I give you leadership. Use it well to lead your Clan, always faithful and willing, until every last life has been ripped from you."
Moonstar almost flinched himself, knowing of the last life of leadership, the most painful. It felt as if your pelt was being torn from you, as if you were dying right then.

[Cradily]

Kestrelclaw's mouth curved in a wide grin and a loud purr rumbled in his throat. "Moonstar! I...I..." He was at a loss for words. He wanted to tell his leader that he was sorry for what had happened, that he should have been there to protect him, to save at least one of his lives. He wanted to tell him that he loved him as a brother and that he would take care of AshClan the best he could, but that no greater leader would ever come to exist. But no words seemed like the right words, and as it was, he didn't need any, for a moment later an excruciating pain overtook his body. A tremor passed through him, like that of an ocean wave, and his breath seemed to catch in his throat while he cringed in agony. His heart pounded, his head spun, and his legs wobbled dangerously beneath him. He felt as if his pelt was on fire and freezing at the same time. And yet, somehow, he felt at peace. He felt stronger and wiser than he ever had before. He sank his claws into the soft earth beneath him in an effort to keep his balance, squinting his eyes shut, and blinked them open a few seconds later with a gasp. All at once, the pain seemed to disappear. Kestrelclaw slowly lifted his head and looked into his former leader's eyes. "Thank you, Moonstar."

[C a s]

☣Moonstar☣StarClan Leader☣Mate- Mintheart☣

Moonstar's eyes shone with a mixture of pain, sorrow, and sheer joy.
"I hail you by your new name, Kestrelstar. Your old life is no more. You have now received the nine lives of a leader, and StarClan grants you the guardianship of AshClan. Defend it well; care for young and old; honor your ancestors and the traditions of the warrior code; live each life with pride and dignity." The past leader mewed.
Suddenly, smoke rose around the cats. The cats of StarClan were hidden, leaving only Kestrelstar and a wiry black Tom.
"Great danger is coming, bit with it a prophesy of hope."

[Cradily]

Kestrelstar gasped as the StarClan cats surrounding him were concealed by a thick accumulation of smoke. He whipped his head around to see the wiry black tom and felt a shiver go down his spine. "I...I-I'll do my best," he murmured before the scene before him vanished and he woke up to find himself back at the bottom of the Moonwell. His sides were heaving and his eyes were wide and round as he looked all around him. He then let out a heavy sigh and prodded Leopardtail with a paw. "C'mon, Leopardtail. We gotta get back ta camp." He pushed himself to his paws, which felt weak and heavy despite having had the chance to rest for StarClan knew how long while he was asleep, and slowly began to climb up the side of the Moonwell.

[C a s]

No! He's got to tell him ze prophesy! I'm just going to pretend that he hasn't left yet.)

"Three will pave the chosen's way,
Three will guide to the light of day.
One, the one with the heart of a bear,
Will use teeth and claw to get the Clan its share.
One, the one named for plants that grow up and high,
She shall lead him to he danger foretold from the cats of the Sky.
The one of much sorrow, thought she would die,
In her last moments a Fox will fly.
The chosen will save the forest, and the Clan will be safe, but not without her loss."

The black Tom mewed, his emerald green eyes burning into the leader.

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