Mousestar/Leader Ceremony


 * "Understand that this is my final act as SummerClan's medicine cat, Mousenose. While I have guided you this far, I cannot guide you once you enter StarClan's realm." Cranefeather sat calmly by the edge of the pool with his dilated eyes locked onto Mousenose's minuscule form. "When you awake, you will be our full leader, should our ancestors accept you." He was referring to the young tom's origin as a loner, and a lack of heavy believe in StarClan itself.


 * "I respect your retirement, Cranefeather. You broke the code intentionally, I wouldn't be surprised if your ancestors weren't pleased to see me." If they're real, that is. The dark tom could see resent reflecting in the medicine cat's eyes, but he seemed to bitterly hold his tongue rather than give his new leader a verbal lashing. Cranefeather couldn't deny that he purposefully attempted to spite his ancestors, and he may or may not have put the Clan deputy in danger. But only StarClan may judge them now. "What do I do, then?"


 * "Drink from the ancestral waters, and allow sleep to take you." The medicine cat coolly wrapped his tail around his neat white paws, watching his fellow companion in an almost impatient light. Albeit hesitantly, Mousenose slowly lowered his frame closer to the edge of the pool before taking a brief sip of the cool, platinum liquid. He tried to maintain his position, but found his body crashing onto the hard ground clumsily, causing the herb-user to jump.


 * "...Graceful."


 * Cranefeather's dry humor was the last thing that the deputy heard. The corner of his vision began to darken, and his body felt even heavier than before. The last thing he was able to make out was Cranefeather shifting away from the pool to rest himself away from its waters. He had no interest in speaking with his ancestors tonight.


 * "We welcome you, Mousenose of Port City." The beauty before Mousenose took his breath away, causing him to desperately scramble to his paws before growing hot with embarrassment, fearing that he seemed to awkward before such a stunning molly. She was the color of the sun at sunset, festooned with slender mackerel stripes. Her almond-shaped eyes rested on Mousestar almost impressively.


 * "...You're real?" The brown tabby stared at her in awe, leaving the StarClan she-cat to narrow her eyes at snip at him.


 * "Do you doubt us, Mousenose?"


 * "...Not anymore, ma'am." Eyes round with wonder, he raised himself by stretching his legs as much as he could, yet the golden she-cat was still a hair taller. She snorted at him, as if amused by his tiny stature, before taking a confident step forward to shove her nose onto his forehead and push him back down to his normal height. "I am Sunstar, infamous leader of SummerClan. With this life, I gift you flexibility. Use it well to juggle all clan duties and remain level-headed while doing so." A strange sensation rippled through the bottom of his belly, a feeling equivalent to none other than a good morning stretch. Cranefeather made it seem as if this would be painful.


 * When Sunstar stepped away to be replaced by some ginger-and-white tom, Mousenose's tail drooped in disappointment. The newcomer cackled at him. "Disappointed? My name is Froststar, past leader of SpringClan. I'm keeping you away from Shelly, I've heard all about you, Mousenose." He did? Was that a...good thing? Without a moment more, Froststar stepped forward to offer his gift. "With this life, I give you diligence. Like parenthood, raising a caring for a Clan requires every ounce of energy. Use my life to pour all your dedication and time into SummerClan...even if they're not as great as SpringClan."


 * Following Froststar's life, Mousenose felt a sudden boost of energy levels. He could do this all day, bring it on!


 * "Hello, Mousenose. My name is Silverwave, I hail from SplashClan." A slender silver tabby, built for navigating the streams of her homeland, marched forward. Instead of letting Mousenose comment, she hurried into giving him his life. "Today, I give you caution. Remember that SummerClan is your responsibility now, do not be rash with the decisions you have to make in the future." With his energy and confidence suddenly vanishing, Mousenose grew a little more hesitant about what he was going to say to the starry figures. Swallowing back a flirtatious comment, he simply gave Silverwave a nod to show his thanks.


 * The tom who followed the SplashClan deputy seemed similar to her in a way, at least in terms of facial structure. Family, perhaps. "Hello, puny tom. My name is Stormfrost." It seemed that StarClan was built by bullies. "I apologize, only trying to set a more lax tone. All of my ancestors seem really strict, y'know?" He offered an awkwardly friendly smile before shaking it off. "Mousenose, I give you charity. In the highest times of your life, always remember the young and ill who look up to you that others look down upon."


 * Growing light-headed, the next set of cats waited patiently while Mousenose attempted to regain himself. Fear began to prick at his pelt as he remembered the sins of his past. Had StarClan been watching then, even when he never acknowledged their existence?