[Empress Of Evil]

Originally Posted by ✨Blue Wishes✨

Goldeneye was silent once again. That had happened a lot during this cerimony. It wasn’t exactly out of the ordinary of him, and it probably wasn’t even out of the ordinary for ceremonies. He watched the next cat come out of the starry ranks, and, automatically, something clicked in his mind. He could remember this cat. It was...Cricketpaw, right? She had been the Riverclan apprentince when Shadowclan had first arrived in Riverclan. He didn’t know when she had died, or anything like that, and now he felt somewhat bad. Well...what if this wasn’t Cricketpaw? Imagine how awkward that would make this whole thing.

His thoughts were confirmed when Cricketpaw spoke up. He listened to her speak in pure silence. He was basically holding his breath. He wished he knew what to say. He wished he knew how she was already in Starclan. Well, maybe eventually he would learn that. But for now, however, he just listened. He was sightly disappointed when she stopped talking for the first time. It was somewhat obvious to him that she wanted to say more. However, she didn’t, so Goldeneye remained silent for the time being.

Once again, his thoughts drifted to wondering what all the other leaders’ ceremonies were like. However, that didn’t really matter right now. He let the life flow into him, trembling slightly as he felt a rush of adrenaline. Adrenaline. That was an almost new feeling for him. He had only really felt it during the flood. It had only been about a moon ago, yet, here he was, now a leader. It felt weird that Halestar wasn’t going to come back with Shadowclan. However, a leader had to do what he had to do he supposed, as hesitant as he might be to do it.

One last life. One last one. Then it would be official. He wanted to hide the trembling, but it was there, one last cat. He had to steady his breathing, looking through the ranks silently, unsure of what else to say or do currently.

(( @Empress Of Evil ))

Crimsontiger stood silently, blending in amongst the other starry pelts. She watched the whole ceremony without her expression changing once. Her face didn't shift into an expression of sympathy when the pain hit him, and neither did she look relieved when he was fine again. Her emotions were seemingly gone for the present moment.
Crimsontiger remembered watching the last five leaders who had been in this cave. She had been at each ceremony to give a life. She still remembered giving Halestar her life. And now it was her successor's turn. As Cricketpaw was walking back, the young former warrior rose to her paws.

Crimsontiger had died when she was only 13 moons of age, a newly named warrior. Yet she was wise beyond her years. When she was still alive she had been reckless and loud. Now she was quiet and smart. Waving her tail as if she were dismissing her thoughts, she stepped forward from the ranks of StarClan. "Greetings Goldeneye," Crimsontiger said, dipping her head as a sign of respect. "I'm Crimsontiger. A former ShadowClan warrior," She continued, giving the tom a small smile. The way she spoke and acted was a little strange to see at first. Someone who looked so young was acting so respectful. She was very doubtful that she would've been this respectful if she was still alive.

"With this life, I give you confidence. Have confidence in StarClan to guide you, and confidence in your clan mates to stand beside you no matter what," She said. "But most importantly, have confidence in your ability to lead," Crimsontiger said. With that, she touched her nose to the tom's, feeling the life run through her and transferring into him. She knew that it would hurt, but there was nothing she could really do about that. "Lead ShadowClan well, Goldenstar," She said, giving him a smile, one that was bigger than the other one. With nothing else left to do, she turned around and padded back, blending in amongst the starry pelts.