Caɾղaցe Ɱօօղ ~𝙰 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝙵𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚌

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Right before the very last part, Tinyflame turned to fix Crescentpaw with a monuments gaze.

"From this day forth, your name will be known as Crescentsky. Starclan honors your spirit and determination, and I welcome you as a full warrior of Riverclan."

The silence felt loud after that. There was no crowd of clanmates there to cheer her name. Despite this, Tinyflame stayed silent as Crescentsky thought about the change.

I didn't expect that. It's unique.

"Do you like it?" Tinyflame eventually asked.

"I love it," Crescentsky stated. Then Tinyflame cheered.

"Great! Crescentsky, Crescentsky! You deserve it." Her sister head-butted her in the shoulder, and Crescentsky playfully batted at her ear.

"Shh, not so loud. But so do you, Tinyflame. With a tongue like fire at times, the name's fitting."

Tinyflame took no offense. She gave a half-smile, her eyes glowing beside the still-water Moonpool.

"We musn't forget our warrior vigils when we arrive home." Crescentsky waved her tail as she settled next to her littermate, facing towards the slope that led away from the Moonpool.

They celebrated by sharing Tinyflame's cuckoo bird. The warriors left the mouse for Cheetah, plucking out the feathers with their teeth.

Somehow the urge to fall silent after that was natural. The two she-cats kept a watchful eye on the eastern slope, where the forlorn wolf-scent predominately flowed from.

Crescentsky licked her jaws clean and then began grooming her fur. She wanted to run all the way home and announce for her warrior name, but there was more important tasks that needed done first.

"It's Moonhigh but that cursed cloud won't move," Tinyflame said awhile later with a scornful glare up at the obstructed crescent moon. Behind them, ferns shivered in the night breeze.

"It's drifting across it, though. Give it a moment. Finally, after this there'll be no more cloud."

The second that wispy cloud passed, the Moonpool began lightening into a brilliant radiating glow. The edges were a glimmering shade of aqua, and the claw-scratch moon was reflected in its darkest, stillest waters.

The crescent was blinding white, glistening in the surface of the pool with a distorted shape.

Tinyflame and Crescentsky met each other's gaze. Somehow this was more urethral than they had expected.

The two she-cats were lit by a soft blue light. Crescentsky nearly forgot the wolf-scent flowing down from the mountain, and Cheetah watching out for them up in her sycamore tree.

"Hurry!" Tinyflame lept to all four paws, her tail stuck straight up behind her.

"You have to touch the Moonpool now. The pathways for visiting Starclan aren't always open."

"You're not coming?" Crescentsky lifted a paw, taken aback. "I thought we were going together."

"There's no point in me coming with you. You'll need eyes behind you and on the ground, in case I have to wake you up."