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Originally Posted by Willowfern

Roosterflame
He/Him
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Roosterflame liked this guy right off the bat, he seemed chill, cool, even, and Roosterflame was happy to meet another cat who was likeminded and similar in personality.
“Thanks! I think your name is neat, too! Hardly ever seem to meet cats with either “Woolly” or “Scratch” in their name, so you certainly have a name that stands out from the crowd!”
He listened to Woollyscratch’s musings about the starlit plains where dead cats went with intense interest, wondering for a moment how so many cats seemed to be born with an instilled belief in the fact that there was, indeed, an afterlife filled with a bunch of dead warriors, who apparently could grant multiple lives. Yet, it seemed to Roosterflame that the multiple-lives thing might be legend, as Eveningstar and Aspenstar were both killed in one fell swoop, right? Not voicing any of his own musings aloud, Roosterflame gave a thoughtful nod.
“Ha, Mini-Warrior, I like your phrasing of the term, it makes them seem… less like children, more like teenagers. Burning stuff? Oh my, hope Ravenpaw doesn’t do that! I have my paws full with this one little bugger, Ravenpaw. He’s nice and all, but whew does he have a lot to learn, I just hope I have enough ability to train him into the Warrior I know he can be.”
His grin widened as Woollyscratch contributed his own joyful, albeit a little dorky, “whooooo!” to the festive atmosphere of the meeting, it made him happy to see another Warrior who was actively cheering on ThunderClan’s future batch of Leaders, Deputies, Medicine cats, Queens, and Warriors.
“Oh! That sounds like fun! If you’re up for it after this meeting we can do just that. I’ve been meaning to try to grab a couple herbs for the medicine cats and try my paw at fishing, actually. I’ve got swimming down, but fishing takes a special amount of proficiency to do, and I’m trying to become a bit of ThunderClan’s version of a jack-of-all-trades, if you know what I mean.”
Woollyscratch seemed like a great, wholesome guy, and Roosterflame was sure he was going to find an excellent friend in this friendly tom. He was so happy that he’d made that decision in his youth to join ThunderClan, it changed his world, and his life.
Suddenly, Roosterflame’s attention was drawn to the Thunderwillow once more as Cinderstar began to speak the remarkable words of a Warrior ceremony. Roosterflame’s heart caught in his throat.
A new Warrior? We’re getting a new Warrior? Jesus Christ! Woollyscratch is right! This is turning out to be an exceptionally good day! He thought, his mind whirling with excitement and nostalgia.
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Roosterpaw padded up to the Thunderwillow, not really expecting anything more than a few apprentice ceremonies out of this meeting, as he was certain that Oakfrost hadn’t recommended to Aspenstar or Dogbark that he should receive his Warrior name yet, as he had just caught Roosterpaw chatting with a grasshopper the day before and scolded him for neglecting his patrol duties.
Nonetheless, Roosterpaw was in high spirits, because no matter what, nothing could change the fact that he was still a member of ThunderClan, the best clan in the whole wide world, and he was in a place ten thousand times better than turning to dust on the old farm that he used to reside on with his parents.
As he settled in for the meeting, he half-listened to the ceremonies of his new den mates, as the words and names were now jumbled into the endlessly lengthening list of names, faces, and genders to remember in this ever-growing clan.
Suddenly, Roosterpaw’s attention was drawn to the Thunderwillow once more as Aspenstar began to speak the remarkable words of a Warrior ceremony. Roosterpaw’s heart caught in his throat.
A Warrior? I’m becoming a Warrior! Jesus Christ! He thought, quickly rising and jogging over to the front of the crowd, his fur on end and convincing him that he must look like a fright to observers.
When the ceremonial pause came, Roosterpaw quickly said,
“I do! I really, really do!”
Then, the moment he had been waiting almost all of his life came.
His new name…
My new name!
His new name was Roosterflame.
Roosterflame… he liked the ring of it.
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Reality flooded back in with a swirl of colors, lights, sounds, and cheers. Two new Warriors had been named, Bushtuft and Asterdance, two exceptional Warriors named on an exceptionally wonderful day.
His mouth was dry with secondhand euphoria for the new Warriors, but he still managed a jovial cheer of congratulatory elation for the two new Warriors, yelling out their names, letting the two cats know that he fully believed in them, and that he was certain that they were heading for perfectly amazing things in their lives.
“Bushtuft! Asterdance! Bushtuft! Asterdance! Congratulations you two! Congratulations! Welcome to the first day of your new lives!” He new he was slightly overdoing it, but Warrior ceremonies were nothing to sneeze at. They were a little rare these days, so whenever they came around, Roosterflame milked them for all they were worth.
Roosterflame might not have known these cats too well, but he felt akin to them in those few short moments, those magical moments.

// it took me so long to get to this sry !!!

Woollyscratch grinned as the meeting ended. That meant.... mischief!! What should they do? He spun through a couple of options in his head, trying to pick out some good ones that Roosterflame might like. He'd suggested hunting earlier, but hmm.. It was always good to have choices! They could always look for plants to help out the meddies, bother Rooster's apprentice... He had some games in mind, but he wasn't sure if they'd be considered too childish.

And yes, sure, maybee perhapss he was putting too much thought into this.. but Rooster deserved a good time! N Woolly wanted him to like him.

Oh! He knew how to decide!

Sitting down so he wouldn't tip over, the tom outstretched both of his paws. "Ok ok. Pick a paw." Yes. Perfect. One paw for a productive activity, and one for fooling around. Rooster would have to choose! Not that he'd know which option was which, but that was the fun of it, aye.