CHAPTER FOURTEEN
"Streampaw!"
"Streampaw, where are you?"
"Streampaw, the ceremony's going to start soon!"
"Streampaw!"
Streampaw flattened her ears against her head and couched down in the tall grass near the stream. The peaceful sound of the river soothed her nerves and the wind blowing her Clanmates scents toward her helped to keep her hidden from them. Peering through the grass at the stream, somewhere far back in Streampaw's mind it registered that the water was much lower than normal. Almost too low. And the grass beneath her paws, which was almost always damp, was dry and cracking under her paws.
She hated to admit it, but she was nervous. Today was finally the day she would receive her warrior name, but... She wasn't sure she was ready.
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The other apprentices quickly echoed her sentiment.
"The by the powers of SpiritClan, I give you your warrior names," Rainstar continued. "Streampaw, from this moment you will be known as Streamfeather. SpiritClan honors your cleverness and energy and we welcome you as a full warrior of LakeClan." He rested his muzzle on the top of her head and she licked his shoulder respectfully.
"Mistpaw, from this moment on, you will be known as Mistpool. SpiritClan honors your dedication and forethought and we welcome you as a full warrior of LakeClan."
The ceremony continues on, with Acornpaw become Acornsplash, Splashpaw become Splashcloud, and Frecklepaw becoming Frecklefrost. Each of the siblings were given the virtue of determination, while Acornsplash's kindness, Splashwing's independence, and Frecklefrost's spirit took the place of their second virtues.
The Clan's cheers filled the night air. "Darkpaw! Shadepaw! Lightpaw! Shinepaw!"
The chant went on for a few more minutes before a new cry was taken up.
"Streamfeather! Mistpool! Acornsplash! Splashcloud! Frecklefrost!"
Moonsong wormed her way through the crowd and touched noses with her former
The title Warrior’s Don’t Cry came from her grandmother’s saying to her, “ Everybody’s a warrior on the battlefield for the Lord”, and she used to sing a song, “ I’m on the battlefield for my Lord”. And so it comes from that, from her singing, and from her experience she had with the 101st Airborne, the soldiers who were warrior’s, who came down to guard the nine of them when they were going to school at Central High School.
“Oh you noticed!” Rachel said trying to be coy, “You looking pretty sexy today too babe!” she then wrapped her arms around his waist and pecked him on the cheek.
"SilverVan," Brixon, the human barbarian, messaged the paladin using the guild chat window. "My warriors are ready to move. Just say the word."
It took her a long time to catch her breath,but she finally managed to spit out the words,
Ally nodded, her finely plucked brow knit. The man took her fisted hands into his own, and Ally looked at him.
The plot that develops from the setting is that when the narrator and the man are next to the river, it could be perceived as calming since that is how she felt
Nate trudged up the incline through thick underbrush. The wild growth looked cool from the house, but hiking in them became a chore. The sound of a creek that ran parallel to the road acted as his compact. He couldn't always see the creek, but the gurgling shallow water rushing across the rock bottom would help him find his way back to the farm.
Sethe left Sweet Home pregnant with Denver, "and ran off with no one's help" (p.224). She ran scared and fearful of the trackers following her trail. Sethe met Amy Denver, a white woman, on her way to Ohio. Amy helped Sethe find the Ohio River. The river was "one mile of dark water.[and] it looked like home to her and the baby"(p.83). When Amy left, Sethe traveled downstream and met Stamp Paid. He helped her and Denver cross the river to freedom.&nbs away the memories of Sweet Home and began her life with Denver at 124. Water represents the transition of Sethe's slave life to her life of freedom. Again, water has cleansed the soul of the sin of slavery. The river is now a barrier. It separates Sethe's life of slavery, to her new life of freedom. Water introduces the end of Sethe's life without Beloved and the transformation of Beloved from a spirit to a physical being. Beloved emerged from the river fully clothed and nineteen years old. Beloved's emergence from the river symbolizes her new life in the world. She was no longer trapped in 124; she was human once again. Beloved had "new skin, lineless and smooth, including the knuckles of her hands" (p.50). She was new and unused.
The first thing to see, looking away over the water, was a kind of dull line - that was the woods on t'other side; you couldn't make nothing else out; then a pale place in the sky; then more paleness spreading around; then the river softened up away off, and warn't black any more, but gray; you could see little dark spots drifting along ever so far away-trading-scows, and such things; and long black streaks-rafts ... and by and by you could see a streak on the water which you know by the look of the streak that there's a snag there in a swift current which breaks on it and makes that streak look that way; and you see the mist curl up off of the water, and the east reddens up.
First of all, Violet is different from Titus and his friends because she got her feed when she was six, unlike Titus and his friends, who got theirs when they were newborns. But Titus’ friends think that she is too different, do they know something we don’t? Or does Violet know something about the society they live in that they don’t?
We took off down a path covered softly with moss and tiny pink flowers. Off to the side of the path were endless green trees and pants all nestled together to make one beautiful piece of art. After a while, we reached a sparkling, clear brook. It was about twelve feet deep and nearly three feet deep. The path wound right along side the water. Down the brook a ways, we came to a deep water hole where the fish danced in the swirling current. I noticed the brook was beginning to flow a little faster now, and I could hear the steady, rushing noise of the water falling over the cliffs that lied ahead. We walked to the cliff's edge to look over at the crystal clear lagoon that lay below us. The falls dropped about thirty feet down before it met the pool of water below. To the sides of the waterfall were moss-covered rocks, ferns and other green plants, growing from the crevices of the cliffs.
Out to the arms of the lake, we stared and admired in every manner to cherish and remember it like a picture that never change. I held her hand and began walking towards the dock, which extended shortly into the water face. The dock was of metal, not sleek but shinny, not clean but unnoticed as we looked into...
As we started to slowly drift down the river, seemingly inch by inch, I began to have feelings of disappointment. I had been planning on a more hazardous and fast-paced ride. The water was crystal clear and almost as flat as a sheet of glass. There was only a very mild current and being as impatient as I was, it appeared to me that we weren’t even moving.
Logan, the head of watersports and about five years older than me, sat across of of the picnic tables, his small eyes looking over the lake. Logan kept his hair in a tight buzz cut, revealing a scar around the back of his head, and when he spoke, it was in a deep drawl.
I wandered around the path near the lake because it was always peaceful and quiet there in the morning and the trees that hung over the wide walkway only drew me in more. The cool wind blew continuously, and some of the leaves that barely hung on to the branches were pulled along with it. They floated while dropping slowly, and one of the leaves chose my head as a landing spot. I brushed my hair with my hand, not caring if doing so messes up my hair, since the wind already accomplished that job the second I took a step outside my house.