Warrior Cat Ceremony 소설 & 이야기

Another round of applause follows, and we all stand up as Declan mounts the podium. Once again, we're given a few seconds to settle down before Declan begins. Done, all eyes fall on him. I gather my thoughts and compose myself. Both mentally and physically. “My Beta has declared this ceremony open,” his baritone carries his alpha aura, seeping it into the microphone and spreading it through the sound waves across the atmosphere. “I am glad to welcome our finest into our warrior force through this sacred ceremony. They have shown the essence and embodiment of courage, resilience, and selflessness. They have answered the call to serve, to defend, and to protect the Moonclaw Pack always. They h

“We do not forget you.” The words were not loud, yet they resonated through the warriors’ bones. “Your courage lingers in our bones,” he continued, his gaze sweeping away the faces of his warriors. “Your blood flows in our veins.” He lifted a wooden cup filled with dark wine. “Tonight, we do not mourn… we live. For the fallen live through us.” He drank first, and the warriors erupted into a roar of celebration. The ceremony shifted, the mournful air replaced with fierce energy. Warriors danced across the burning hill, their feet stomping in rhythm, their voices raised in tribal songs that reverberated through Anana’s bones.

I had every reason to think that my sister was going to repeat the process given that it was she who took after Dad more. Breakout ceremonies weren't complicated. They were usually time-exhausting except on the night of a yellow moon. In a typical ceremony, after the musical rites were performed, the youngling who at that point must have had the aggressive growls of their wolf pounding against their chest faced a provocative 'opponent' in a wrestle. The opponent's job was to provoke the youngling's wolf out through anger by feigning a very aggressive attack. The theatrical attack had to be repeated if it failed.

They took everything from me. But I was still here. Still breathing. Still fighting..The door burst open hours later. Morning light streamed in, harsh and bright. Two guards grabbed my arms, hauling me to my feet. "Time for the ceremony," one grunted. They dragged me through the house, past the rooms I'd once called home, past Henry's bedroom where I could hear him laughing with Catherine. They pulled me outside where the entire pack had gathered. Hundreds of wolves stood in a circle around a raised platform. Richard stood at the center, looking every inch the Alpha in his formal robes. Catherine stood beside him, wearing a white dress like a bride.

I pushed out my aura to all of them in a way to embrace them, to let them feel comfort after such an awful sight. I could feel their acceptance and adoration after this, allowing me to breathe a sigh of relief. Next was the ceremony for The Barrier Oath Bond. We used the same pedestal I stood on under the gazebo before the pack run. The 11 warriors taking the oath stood in a line in front of me and the rest of Silverclaw.

“Why?” “Because unrest shows in households before it shows in warriors.” Her eyes sharpened. "Understood." We moved to the desk again. I powered up the main system fully this time. “Ceremony.” I said. “Yes.” “Blackridge doesn’t like spectacle?” “No.” “They respect only strength?” “Yes.” “Then the ceremony is not decorative.” “What is it then?” she asked. “A demonstration of unity.” She waited. “Public acknowledgment from the elders. Public oath from Gamma. Visible alignment between Alpha and Luna.”

That earns a laugh, and something inside me settles even more. When they step back, I finally see myself reflected in the mirror. Not a warrior soaked in blood. Not a ruler hardened by war. Just Selene. Strong. Scarred. Alive. And loved. The ceremony is held in the great clearing beneath the ancient oak. That tree has watched everything. The rise and fall of Alphas. The splitting of packs. The war that nearly destroyed us all. Today, it stands draped in lanterns and ribbons, its branches glowing softly with moonlight and fireflies.

The crowd, like the alpha and his mate, were on cloud nine. The rest of the official part of the ceremony went smoothly without any hitches. After the necessary ceremonials had been performed by the council, it was the turn of each elder and beta to pledge their loyalty to Troy by kissing the back of his hand. Next, the various heads which included the heads of the warriors, sentinels, hunters, assassins, medics, scouts, pup watchers, and the omegas, also pledged their support and vowed to protect their alpha’s mate with their lives.

"The ceremonial rite." A collective hush falls over the throne hall. Even my brothers, who moments ago were reveling in their mockery, now sit up straighter. The ceremonial rite is not just another performance or routine spectacle. It is the heart of the birthday celebration; an ancient tradition where warriors demonstrate their prowess, loyalty, and worth before the gathered royalty. The success of this ceremony determines the honor of our pack in the eyes of our allies. A single mistake would be an unforgivable disgrace. "Since this is an occasion of great importance," Father continues, "Aldrien will ensure every detail is executed flawlessly. There will be no room for error."

--- The reinstatement ceremony was held under the full moon. The entire pack gathered in the central clearing, torches lighting the night. The flames cast dancing shadows on the faces of the crowd, illuminating expressions of curiosity, hope, and cautious acceptance. Elders stood at the front, their weathered faces solemn. Warriors lined the edges, their presence a silent guard. Children peeked from behind their parents' legs, too young to understand but sensing the importance of the moment. Damon stood at the center, his voice carrying across the silence as he spoke the ancient words. He wore his formal robes, the ones reserved for ceremonies, and he looked every inch the Alpha—strong, dign