this takes place right after the ceremony . . . . . . . . . . “Merlinpaw,“ the silvery tom could see his father’s expression soften, if only a little, pride in his eyes. “your fiery spirit stands out from the rest of the clan, like a storm set free on the ocean. I am proud to give you the name of Merlincrown, honoring your lineage and the one you shall build.” .. “I’m proud of you.” .. he .. he had done it. he was a warrior. he was /strong/. his father was /proud/ of him. it was all he had ever wanted. all he had ever wished for when he was a kit. Sorastar saw his son, /Merlin/, as something to be proud of. as someone who deserved the suffix of his late mother. .. a short breathless laugh escaped him. one of relief. of pride. of finally getting his dream-come-true. he was Merlincrown. not Merlinear. .. his gaze travelled towards his siblings. Ospreyear left almost right after its name was announced. was that disappointment he saw on its face? Buzzardear looked as if flight didn’t care one bit. Harrierear looked as she usually did, annoyed. Jackdawear hadn’t even bothered to show up. and here he was. Merlincrown. a /warrior/. was this what power felt like? he liked it a little too much.
this is part of a three-part srp throughout Merlincrown’s life. power : you’re here ! powerful : not out. powerless : not out. the flower in the tn is a gladiolus, which represents strength :D
