EAGLESTRIKE
tom :: senior warrior :: thirty-seven moons
tom :: senior warrior :: thirty-seven moons
- He watched the spar with keen eyes and ears pricked forwards in interest. As it turned out, Littlepaw just needed something or someone to protect, and her fighting skills would show through. Movement just past the apprentices tore his gaze away from them and he saw Whitestar step out. The leader congratulated and praised the two colour point cats before he turned to Eaglestrike and Snowdrift. Seeing him coming, the tabby leapt down from the tree root and dipped his head in respect to his leader as the tom spoke. Finally, Littlepaw would be a warrior. This ceremony was special to him, for his first apprentice, Frostpaw, had died of illness. Repeating the beckoning signal with his own tail, Eaglestrike loped after Whitestar. "Come. It seems you two are getting your warrior names and you cannot be late for your own ceremony."



