Username: SurgeFire
Cat Name: Blizzardberry
Clan:
PineClanRank: Warrior
Gender: Trans female
Prompt:
Magic was considered a rite of passage in the Clan.
Outsiders were welcomed, if they agreed to fit under the rules of PineClan. What was the case if they weren't magic-born?
That was the question Blizzard had upon entering the Clan, but she noticed how they reacted - oddly - as if that weren't the case.
No direct answers thus far... she'd have to keep asking.
"How do cats get magic here?"
Yewthorn seemed startled by her sudden question, looking back from his den as if that were an obvious question; but he seemed to remember that she was an outsider, and tried to hide his annoyance. "There's a ceremony once you're integrated enough. I don't think you're ready quite yet."
"Ready?"
"Ready," he repeated; sighing and rolling his eyes - "...you'll know. They'll know."
Almost wishing to echo 'they' in questioning - she refrained, holding her tongue.
She'd have to find out, wouldn't she?
Becoming well-integrated into the clan was an arduous task. It seemed as if everyone born into the Clan had a natural demeanor to them that she found hard to copy - she was naturally a sweet cat, but they all had a bitter, unique edge to them.
It was difficult, to say the least; however much she tried to copy them, Blizzard seemed to fall short, so often.
Her truly happiest day came many moons later (as it felt like); the moment she stood before her leader, her eyes wide - many days gone by of learning the Clan's tactics and demeanors, their way of life - her paws rooted firmly in the ground.
"Blizzardberry, what is your power?"
Oh, she knew what to do - she was prepared for it. She lifted up her claws, glinting in the moonlight that touched their camp; lulling the closest cat to her - Yewthorn - to sleep.
Ah, what a useful power - manipulating others closest to her with mental magic.
She was a nice cat, but what made her happier was seeing that cat succumb to her magic before the crowd - perhaps she did get more accustomed to the Clan than she thought?
She held back a grin.
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