#ceremo

[jadipose]

did your cute dress go over well today?

o+mg I go+t so+ many co+mpliments, I also+ almo+st had several wardro+be malfunctio+ns hehe

[jadelover69]

𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 - 𝟎:𝟎𝟑

❝𝟏𝟔𝟎𝟎 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐄𝐠𝐲𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭❞

- Cleo De Nile

“OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!“

“NYAH?! The heck is this!?“ Grim frowned.

A half-red, half-black collor appeared around Grim’s neck, Grim tried to claw at it to make it get off.

“Laws of the Queen of Hearts: Number 23 ’One shall never bring a cat into a festival’!“ He glared at you now, you were about to walk over and curse his entire bloodline when Riddle began to speak again.

“You being a cat means you’ve broken the rule. I shall have you leave at once!“

“I’m not a cat!“ Grim cried, “I’ll burn this collar right up and... EH! I can’t use my fire!“

Riddle giggled but tried to pass it off as a chuckle (spoiler alert it did not convince anyone) to Grim’s misfortune, “Hmph! You won’t be using any magic until I remove the collar. Just like an ordinary cat.“

“Wh-what?! I’m not some pet!“ Grim tried to retort.

“Don’t worry I’d never keep a pet like you“ Riddle sneered. “I’ll take it off when you get thrown out anyway.“

Azul butted into the conversation wearing a saccharine smile, “Wonderful as ever. Any and all magic gets sealed by your unique magic, Riddle. I want it..- *cough* No. I would never want that cast on me.“ He nervously chuckled.

’Real smooth’ you thought, frowning a bit when that failure of a person, Crowley decided to reprimand you (for what? you never make any mistakes you’re practically perfect!)

“You must do something about this, (Name)! It is your familiar!“ He scowled. “Maybe properly discipli-“

“It’s not mine,“ You gritt your teeth in anger, you wanted out of this weirdo school. You missed Ghoulia and her doing your homework. 😢

“It’s not yours...?“ he pursed his lips, as you shook your head for a ’no’.

“Yeah, If I’m supposed to be ’magicless’ how am I supposed to have a familiar?“ You asked, motioning for him to answer.

“Ehhh..“ He tugged at his coat and coughed into his hand, “My apologies! Anyway, let’s get it out of the school. And as I am gracious we won’t cook it into a stew. My my, truly my kindess is boundless!“ He smiled.

’boundless my ass’ 

“Someone help please!“ at those words the entire crowd shuffled and went farther from him.

And honestly, same.

“GYAH! LET ME GO!“ Grim shrieked, still clawing at the collar “I am- I’m going to become the greatest mage ever!!“

Two boys were pushed into the open and forced to through Grim out of the ceremony.

’How annoying’ you curled your lips downwards, eyeing Grim with distate. It was deserved as he was annoying and even almost burned you! You took immense satisfaction at his shouts (were you beefing with an animal? yes. do you care? no)

“W-we may have had a bit of trouble along the way but this bring the entrance ceremony to a close!“ Crowley loud ahh voice snapping you out of your thoughts. 

“Housewardens, please show the new students back to the dorms!“ He said, putting his hands on his hips and looking into space as if he was delivering a great speech.

He looked down at the students again before pausing, “...hmm? Now that I think about it, I don’t see the dorm leader of Diasomnia, Mr. Draconia anywhere.“

“That’s no different from usual, is it?“ the were-lion(? you still weren’t sure) snarked.

“Whaat? Did nobody tell him about the ceremo....“

You tuned out and just looked around the room, you were busy looking at some cutie with white hair and purplish eyes when someone with a deep voice spoke up (LOUDLY! VERY LOUDLY! [it wasn’t it really wasn’t])

“It seems I was correct“ people still talk like that? 

“I thought he might come but Malleus really didn’t“ you turned your head to the direction of the voice and...

Draculaura?! She’s here too?

Wait no that was a boy.

But uhm... why was he so fucking short. No short people-hate but you did not expect that voice to come out of that.

You liked his hair though.

“It seems the invitation ’never arrived’ again...“ He lamented.

Not being invited? hah. Could never happen to you. (you miss monster high, even if you’ve only been gone for probably an hour)

“My dearest apologies. I promise we didn’t intend to exclude you“ said Azul, putting a hand on his chest. (he seemed fake)

“His aura makes it hard for us to approach him.“ Riddle defended himself (and the others ig).

Meanwhile you went back to looking at the cutie with white hair again.

“It’s fine. Members of Diasomnia can come follow me. I just hope this doesn’t upset him...“

That was a weird interaction. 

You were standing blinking wide eyed wondering what just happened when- “Then (Name), I’m terribly sorry about this but..-“

“You’re making me leave? Yeah I figured“ (you really didn’t but you would rather die then admit that)

“*ahem* Correct! Those without any talent for magic cannot be allowed to attend class here“ You shrugged at that you didn’t really care about this place and if you were gone for too long that bitch Torelai might steal your spot as fearleading captain.

“However there is no need to worry. The dark mirror will send you directly back from whence you came from“ He motioned his hands toward the big mirror.

You smiled a bit at that one, who knew a clown could actually make people smile!

“Enter the gate and picture your home clearly in mind...“

“Oh Dark Mirror! Guide this one back to the place she belongs!“  He belloed raising his hands ip

At that you scrunch your eye-lids tight causing some of those color/light spots. You thought of the sea Lagoona’s family came from, the normie town near Monster High, your room. Your room filled with clothes, posters, and burn books. You thought of your jewels and all your credit and debit cards. You missed your money already. And all your friends even Clawdeen’s annoying little sister. Uhhhh... Growleen. Yeah her.

You even crossed your fingers and spoke an old egyptian chant for luck. (you however didn’t notice someone jolting in surprise at the chant)

“........“

Crowley looked around (probably embarrased) “Oh... Uh once more. Oh Dark Mirror! Guide thi-“ 

“It is nowhere“ 

That’s a lie. You wanted to go already. ☹️☹️☹️.

“Eh?“ Crowley looked shocked “The place she belongs is nowhere in this world... It does not exist“

What?! Now you were shocked, you were standing hunched over mouth open and your eye was twitching. This wasn’t in (whatever Monster High world is called)?! And apparently (whatever Monster High world is called) doesn’t exist here either?!

Where the fuck were you?! You missed your ghoulfriends...

“What did you say? That is unbelievable! Hmm, well, the unbelievable has been on parade today.“ Crowley hummed, putting stroking his chin again.

Meanwhile you were having an existential breakdown, iconically.

“This is the first time it’s ever happened since I became headmaster, what should be..“ Crowley’s sockets narrowed. “Where exactly did you come from?“

“Are you dumb? I told you earlier Monster High, which is located in (wherever the fuck Monster High world is called)“ you stood straight up at the attention being brought back to you. Even if you were scared you had to make good impressions because you didn’t have daddy’s money anymore.

“I’ve never heard of such a place“ Crowley admitted. Yeah, you were absolutely screwed. 

“I have a general grasp of where all the students came from but I’ve never even heard that name before. Let us do some research in the library.“ 

And with a swish of his cloak he quickly motioned for you to follow him.

[whostheweakersexnow]

5. The Concubine’s Submission

The grand hall of Deviland’s palace was adorned with golden banners, the scent of incense thick in the air as nobles and warriors gathered for a spectacle unlike any other. Tonight, the conquered Prince Adrian would be officially claimed—not as a prisoner, not as a slave, but as Princess Lysara’s concubine.

It was a ceremony designed to break him completely, stripping him of the last remnants of his former status.

At the far end of the hall, Lysara stood tall and proud, draped in magnificent golden armor, the polished metal gleaming under the torchlight. The intricate engravings of her breastplate reflected her status as a warrior and a conqueror, the one who had brought Mensland to its knees. Her long black hair was woven with gold, her violet eyes cold and triumphant as she awaited her prize.

Then the doors opened.

A hush fell over the crowd as Adrian was led inside.

He had once been a vision of power—a warrior prince clad in steel, his presence commanding fear and respect. But now, he was a delicate, feminized figure, dressed not as a man, not even as a common slave, but as a royal concubine, an ornament meant for pleasure.

His golden hair cascaded over his shoulders, partially obscured beneath a white, transparent veil attached to a delicate silver tiara, emphasizing his defeated status. His muscular chest was left bare, save for the white lace blouse that covered only his arms and shoulders, offering no real warmth or protection.

The white lace stockings hugged his toned legs, secured mid-thigh by delicate ribbons attached to a tight white bustierthat shaped his waist. And at the very center of his humiliation was his silver thong and cup, the metallic fabric offering little coverage, the shimmering material drawing attention to the brand on his buttock—the eternal mark of his submission. The G-string and cup barely cover him, leaving his long legs and toned body fully displayed before his conquerors.

His face burned with shame beneath the veil.

Chained at the wrists with delicate silver cuffs, Adrian was led through the hall like an offering, forced to walk slowly, gracefully, each movement rehearsed under Lysara’s strict training. The soft clinking of his golden anklet punctuated the silence, every step reminding him—and everyone watching—that he was no longer a prince, no longer a warrior.

He was a possession.

The Ceremony of Claiming

As Adrian reached the raised platform where Lysara stood, two female attendants knelt beside him, gently but firmly pushing him to his knees before his new mistress. His silver chains pooled at his sides, the weight of his submission heavy upon his shoulders.

Lysara looked down at him, her expression unreadable. Then she reached forward, lifting his chin with a single, armored finger.

"You have come far, little prince," she murmured. "From a defiant warrior to a proper concubine."

The crowd chuckled approvingly.

Adrian’s jaw clenched, his pride screaming at him to fight, to reject this fate. But the months of captivity, the endless humiliations, had worn him down. He knew resistance was useless.

Lysara gestured, and one of her attendants stepped forward, holding a fine silver collar encrusted with small sapphires—the colors of Souland, now repurposed as a symbol of his defeat.

"This will serve as a reminder," Lysara declared, "that your body, your will, your very existence belongs to me."

She took the collar and fastened it around Adrian’s neck, the metal cool against his skin. It clicked into place, locking him into his new role permanently.

A tear slipped down Adrian’s cheek, hidden beneath the veil.

Lysara smirked. "Now, show them your obedience."

Adrian knew what she meant. His final humiliation.

With trembling hands, he lowered himself completely, pressing his forehead to the cold marble at Lysara’s feet. The gesture was absolute—a former prince now groveling before his conqueror.

The hall erupted in cheers.

The Dance of Submission

To complete the ceremony, Adrian was expected to dance—a slow, sensual display of submission.

The music began, soft and hypnotic. Adrian rose onto his feet, his barely covered body swaying gracefully, the silver cup glinting under the golden torchlight. The delicate lace of his stockings clung to his thighs, emphasizing every controlled movement.

Lysara reclined on her throne, watching him with satisfaction.

"You were born to rule," she mused. "Yet you dance more beautifully than any concubine."

Adrian’s humiliation was total.

He had led armies. He had worn a crown.

But now, he was nothing more than a harem boy, a plaything for the woman who had conquered him.

And as the dance ended, as he knelt once more before his new mistress, he realized that there was no escape.

This was his life now.

Forever.

[fleurdolliee]

𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 - 𝟎:𝟎𝟑

❝𝟏𝟔𝟎𝟎 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐄𝐠𝐲𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭❞

- Cleo De Nile

“OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!“

“NYAH?! The heck is this!?“ Grim frowned.

A half-red, half-black collor appeared around Grim’s neck, Grim tried to claw at it to make it get off.

“Laws of the Queen of Hearts: Number 23 ’One shall never bring a cat into a festival’!“ He glared at you now, you were about to walk over and curse his entire bloodline when Riddle began to speak again.

“You being a cat means you’ve broken the rule. I shall have you leave at once!“

“I’m not a cat!“ Grim cried, “I’ll burn this collar right up and... EH! I can’t use my fire!“

Riddle giggled but tried to pass it off as a chuckle (spoiler alert it did not convince anyone) to Grim’s misfortune, “Hmph! You won’t be using any magic until I remove the collar. Just like an ordinary cat.“

“Wh-what?! I’m not some pet!“ Grim tried to retort.

“Don’t worry I’d never keep a pet like you“ Riddle sneered. “I’ll take it off when you get thrown out anyway.“

Azul butted into the conversation wearing a saccharine smile, “Wonderful as ever. Any and all magic gets sealed by your unique magic, Riddle. I want it..- *cough* No. I would never want that cast on me.“ He nervously chuckled.

’Real smooth’ you thought, frowning a bit when that failure of a person, Crowley decided to reprimand you (for what? you never make any mistakes you’re practically perfect!)

“You must do something about this, (Name)! It is your familiar!“ He scowled. “Maybe properly discipli-“

“It’s not mine,“ You gritt your teeth in anger, you wanted out of this weirdo school. You missed Ghoulia and her doing your homework. 😢

“It’s not yours...?“ he pursed his lips, as you shook your head for a ’no’.

“Yeah, If I’m supposed to be ’magicless’ how am I supposed to have a familiar?“ You asked, motioning for him to answer.

“Ehhh..“ He tugged at his coat and coughed into his hand, “My apologies! Anyway, let’s get it out of the school. And as I am gracious we won’t cook it into a stew. My my, truly my kindess is boundless!“ He smiled.

’boundless my ass’ 

“Someone help please!“ at those words the entire crowd shuffled and went farther from him.

And honestly, same.

“GYAH! LET ME GO!“ Grim shrieked, still clawing at the collar “I am- I’m going to become the greatest mage ever!!“

Two boys were pushed into the open and forced to through Grim out of the ceremony.

’How annoying’ you curled your lips downwards, eyeing Grim with distate. It was deserved as he was annoying and even almost burned you! You took immense satisfaction at his shouts (were you beefing with an animal? yes. do you care? no)

“W-we may have had a bit of trouble along the way but this bring the entrance ceremony to a close!“ Crowley loud ahh voice snapping you out of your thoughts. 

“Housewardens, please show the new students back to the dorms!“ He said, putting his hands on his hips and looking into space as if he was delivering a great speech.

He looked down at the students again before pausing, “...hmm? Now that I think about it, I don’t see the dorm leader of Diasomnia, Mr. Draconia anywhere.“

“That’s no different from usual, is it?“ the were-lion(? you still weren’t sure) snarked.

“Whaat? Did nobody tell him about the ceremo....“

You tuned out and just looked around the room, you were busy looking at some cutie with white hair and purplish eyes when someone with a deep voice spoke up (LOUDLY! VERY LOUDLY! [it wasn’t it really wasn’t])

“It seems I was correct“ people still talk like that? 

“I thought he might come but Malleus really didn’t“ you turned your head to the direction of the voice and...

Draculaura?! She’s here too?

Wait no that was a boy.

But uhm... why was he so fucking short. No short people-hate but you did not expect that voice to come out of that.

You liked his hair though.

“It seems the invitation ’never arrived’ again...“ He lamented.

Not being invited? hah. Could never happen to you. (you miss monster high, even if you’ve only been gone for probably an hour)

“My dearest apologies. I promise we didn’t intend to exclude you“ said Azul, putting a hand on his chest. (he seemed fake)

“His aura makes it hard for us to approach him.“ Riddle defended himself (and the others ig).

Meanwhile you went back to looking at the cutie with white hair again.

“It’s fine. Members of Diasomnia can come follow me. I just hope this doesn’t upset him...“

That was a weird interaction. 

You were standing blinking wide eyed wondering what just happened when- “Then (Name), I’m terribly sorry about this but..-“

“You’re making me leave? Yeah I figured“ (you really didn’t but you would rather die then admit that)

“*ahem* Correct! Those without any talent for magic cannot be allowed to attend class here“ You shrugged at that you didn’t really care about this place and if you were gone for too long that bitch Torelai might steal your spot as fearleading captain.

“However there is no need to worry. The dark mirror will send you directly back from whence you came from“ He motioned his hands toward the big mirror.

You smiled a bit at that one, who knew a clown could actually make people smile!

“Enter the gate and picture your home clearly in mind...“

“Oh Dark Mirror! Guide this one back to the place she belongs!“  He belloed raising his hands ip

At that you scrunch your eye-lids tight causing some of those color/light spots. You thought of the sea Lagoona’s family came from, the normie town near Monster High, your room. Your room filled with clothes, posters, and burn books. You thought of your jewels and all your credit and debit cards. You missed your money already. And all your friends even Clawdeen’s annoying little sister. Uhhhh... Growleen. Yeah her.

You even crossed your fingers and spoke an old egyptian chant for luck. (you however didn’t notice someone jolting in surprise at the chant)

“........“

Crowley looked around (probably embarrased) “Oh... Uh once more. Oh Dark Mirror! Guide thi-“ 

“It is nowhere“ 

That’s a lie. You wanted to go already. ☹️☹️☹️.

“Eh?“ Crowley looked shocked “The place she belongs is nowhere in this world... It does not exist“

What?! Now you were shocked, you were standing hunched over mouth open and your eye was twitching. This wasn’t in (whatever Monster High world is called)?! And apparently (whatever Monster High world is called) doesn’t exist here either?!

Where the fuck were you?! You missed your ghoulfriends...

“What did you say? That is unbelievable! Hmm, well, the unbelievable has been on parade today.“ Crowley hummed, putting stroking his chin again.

Meanwhile you were having an existential breakdown, iconically.

“This is the first time it’s ever happened since I became headmaster, what should be..“ Crowley’s sockets narrowed. “Where exactly did you come from?“

“Are you dumb? I told you earlier Monster High, which is located in (wherever the fuck Monster High world is called)“ you stood straight up at the attention being brought back to you. Even if you were scared you had to make good impressions because you didn’t have daddy’s money anymore.

“I’ve never heard of such a place“ Crowley admitted. Yeah, you were absolutely screwed. 

“I have a general grasp of where all the students came from but I’ve never even heard that name before. Let us do some research in the library.“ 

And with a swish of his cloak he quickly motioned for you to follow him.

[backtonormallife]

This is also one of my favorites. Miss Guillaume’s beard. @the-cat-with-the-emerald-tiara-1

[doyourememberrocknrollradio]

Luciano Pavarotti's Last Public Performance - Torino 2006 Opening Ceremo...

[the-eternal-quest-for-balance]

Jill Biden criticized for praising 'spectacular' Olympics opening ceremo...

[galeriacontici]

The Spondylus shell, often called the “thorny oyster,” was more than a natural curiosity for pre-Columbian civilizations; it was a revered artifact symbolizing fertility, rain, and divine connection. Found in the warm Pacific waters, the Spondylus shell was challenging to harvest, which enhanced its value and made it a prized material for trade, ceremonial use, and artistic expression. From its extraction to its role in rituals, this artifact reveals South American societies’ intricate spiritual and cultural framework.

[abyssalmermaiden]

Great Fortune!

The "Adventure" part is calling me out directly aklsdfklsjdlk (I, who felt ill yesterday and it turns out I just needed to eat more)

as for the "Relationships" section, I can picture Aryaille like "haha there are many kinds of bonds that can be eternal, it doesn't mean I should have a ceremo-"

[book-fight-club-au]

Memory 4: Mark’s betrayal

Warnings: Violence, Major Character Death

“You really mucked this one up Mark. None of them could even cast ceremony-“ he frowns “or you changed your strategy. You’re just aiming to kill both me and Scam Likely now.” He steps over the body of a barbarian that was still disintegrating. “Lazy information gathering either way. That party was weak. I’m disappointed. How much of a pushover do you think I am?”

Mark has two of her arms crossed, with a disappointed expression on his features. She shrugs in protest.

"Hey, they got further than the last group. You almost always oneshot them anyway. I figured since there were more of them, they'd have a better shot. Though after that, I'm kind of out of ideas…"

“What is even the point then? To annoy me?” He flicks a significant amount of blood from his katana, frowning.

"Can't I just say I want to see my big brother?" Mark sighs, and then smiles. "Honestly, this is the most we've seen each other in years. Before you drew that card, you were all over the place. I have to admit… this is kind of nice."

He hesitates but lowers his katana. “It is… kind of nice. I’m glad you’re finally seeing that Mark. I’ve been trying to tell you, I’m an improvement.” He steps closer.

“It’s different. And I was startled at first, but you’re right. I think this is better.” Mark looks at Well and uncrosses his arms. “I’m sorry for the way I’ve been acting. I’ll try my best to make it up to you.” He steps forward and opens his arms a little bit. “Awkward sibling hug?”

He looks Mark over and relaxes further. “I’m glad. I think a fresh start… would be nice.” He moves close, wrapping one set of his arms around Mark’s waist, happy to finally be understood.

Mark wraps her arms around Well Actually, glancing at the ring on the pointer finger of one hand that hovered in the air behind Well’s back.

“I agree. All we need is a fresh start,” Mark says, pressing the hand into Well’s back and closing his eyes. “And that’s what we’ll get. Ceremony!”

Utter betrayal wracks his body the second the light of the spell hits his back. For a moment it looks like it might take but then Well’s fists tighten in the back of Mark’s shirt, Lifting his Katana to Mark’s throat “Don’t.”

“I promised that I would save you,” Mark whispers dryly. He’s not stupid. He knows his chance of success is nearly zero. This doesn’t end with him walking out of here. “I promised, no matter what.”

“I trusted you and you tried to KILL ME!” The betrayal starts to morph into pure rage. “I thought you understood me!” He presses the blade harder against Mark’s throat.

“I do understand you. I understand you better than you understand yourself right now, and- it’s okay, big brother. It’s alright. I’m going to save you. Ceremo-”

The blade of the Katana cuts through. Ending both Mark and his casting at the same time. Well stills completely, shocked by his own movement. He stares up at where his sibling’s face would have- should have been in near horror.

“It didn’t- …. It didn’t have to end this way.”

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Naming Ceremony (short story)

Alderstar lay upon the fattest low hanging-branch of an alder tree, though one would be forgiven for not being able to properly identify it with every leaf blackened and scattered upon the ground. Grousemane had suggested the location for his ceremonies and meetings long ago–it was easy to remember. Alderstar would be found at the alder tree. Not to mention its height, standing out among the other massive trees, was useful in finding the place. It was helpful, too, that it was in eye-view of the Eye-Out Thorns, though far enough for the more faint-hearted to feel comfortable.

Once everyone was gathered, he rose and spoke loudly across the small space. “Welcome, kin and friends.” So many ceremonies like this had passed that he had forgotten what words would have been spoken when he was alive and the leader of Shadowclan. Something about their warrior ancestors, he’s sure. But those were taught to him by his father and the leaders before them. These are his own words. Every leader who gives names gives them with their own words.

Alderstar had even gotten into a routine, too. Or perhaps it is better to call it a tradition. Because he no longer lived in a Clan and was much less likely to know the traits that some cats had, parents who planned to have him do the naming would inform him. Sometimes when they were about to become ‘paws, sometimes when they were kits or even expecting. 

Alderstar would then occasionally watch the kits train, observe them. He would take time to speak one-on-one with the parents, mentor, and the kit themself. It was a good way to pass the time. He found he greatly enjoyed having something to do, too he greatly enjoyed thinking up warrior names, and he was satisfied with the ones he picked out for this batch.

“Today, we honour six apprentices, who defied their fate long ago. Had the Stars had their way, they would have remained small and defenseless.” The faces of several of the apprentices–namely Smallpaw–snarled at the idea. “We are not the Stars,” Alderstar said with pride, his chin lifted and chest puffed out. The families and mentors in the crowd purred in agreement. “We defied them, we defied the logics of death, and we grew. Now, we shall honour the growth, the strength, and the courage in these six young cats, now ready to become full warriors of the Place of No Stars.”

Yowls of excitement rang around the clearing. Alderstar waited patiently for them to calm down before going on. He had plenty of time. “Antpaw, step forward.”

Antpaw did as told, his steps shaky and his eyes round. “For your resistance against fate, and your heedful nature, you shall from this day forth be known as Antgrove.” 

He was happy to see Antgrove’s worry-edged smile quickly shift to one of delight as he dipped his head, and moved to the front of the crowd. All names had to have meaning, that was Alderstar’s rule. Antgrove loved to explore groves. It was where he was the most comfortable, where he felt the most peace. Alderstar had hoped that by giving him the name, he was hearing that his introverted nature was not only being noticed, but celebrated. Judging by the look on his face, it had been heard.

“Smallpaw, step forward.” 

Smallpaw’s reaction was much different. His body was tense, clearly it took a lot for him to pad forward gracefully and not simply race to the open space in which he would stand.

“For your resistance against fate, and your fierce bites, both real and metaphorical, you shall from this day forth be known as Smallclaw.”

Smallclaw’s smirk was broad. He took a moment to bask in the attention before he dipped his head and padded to sit beside who might have once been his brother. Alderstar wasn’t sure, all he knew was that the kits separated because of the different views they had on their deaths and crime.

“Hootpaw, step forward.” Alderstar had to hold back a smile as the name reminded him of his lovely mate. He was definitely going to nuzzle her and Myrtlewing once this ceremony was over. 

Hootpaw padded forward patiently. His ears were pricked and he looked up at Alderstar with interest and patience. Alderstar had wondered a long time how to convey THAT in a name.  “For your resistance against fate, and your ability to follow the wind so long as you see fit, you shall be known as Hootbloom.” Hootbloom’s eyes shone with a hint of pleasure, and something more beneath that.

It was good. Flowers bloom at different paces, some slow, some fast, but they all open up in the end. The same went for the kit. He had patience that astonished Alderstar, but the patience was for himself–he only felt it because time mattered only to him. He was slow and easy when he wanted to be, and fast as a frog’s tongue when he wanted to be. He bloomed when he wanted to bloom, it was no one else’s choice. This name was a way to announce it.

“Cinderpaw, step forward.”

Cinderpaw raced to the spot before Alderstar had finished the final word, her eyes wide and bright, and her fur dusty from the run. Kiteburn huffed in irritation where he sat with his and Cinderpaw’s family.

“For your resistance against fate, and your ability to see the heart in everyone, even when cold ice surrounds it, you shall, from this day forward, be known as Cinderrose.” The colours differed in meaning. Alderstar imagined the pink and white ones, happiness and innocence. Those were the two words that always sprang to mind whenever he thought of Cinderrose. She was an eager young cat, always ready to learn and make new friends. Even then, he could see the trauma that she was pushing away. He didn’t want to make her think about it now, or anytime she heard her name, so he stuck with the positives. Perhaps she could find help or figure out how to accept her past now that she didn’t have so much time taken up by training.

“Flarepaw, step forward,” Alderstar continued once Cinderrose was seated beside Antgrove, Smallclaw, and Hootbloom.

Flarepaw was slower. He didn’t look afraid, more curious, like he was still shocked that he could really be receiving his warrior ceremony even though he had died as a kit. Alderstar gave him a reassuring smile. “For your resistance against fate, and the justice that burns like fire in your paws, you shall, from this day forth, be known as Flarelight.” It was a double-name, what flares brings light, but Flarelight does in two ways as well. He brightens the space wherever he is, making jokes and always making sure that everyone is as comfortable as can be. As well, he never looks away when he notices that someone is being mistreated, even by a single whisker. He sheds light on the situation until it is solved.

Flarelight’s whiskers quivered in delight. He took a moment to grin at his father, Cricketclaw, before joining the line.

“Lavenderpaw, step forward.”

Lavenderpaw was not slow nor fast, she moved at an even pace, though stumbled a few times as she was unable to remove her gaping gaze from Alderstar in the tree above her. “For your resistance against fate, your way of hearing sorrows and spreading joy, you shall from this day forth be known as Lavenderspring.” It was another name with two meanings, one indicating the spring Lavenderspring always tried to bring to everyone’s steps, and in symbolism to the body of water, gentle and comfortable, which she always tried to be to those who needed it.

There was one more part of the ceremony that had to be done. He leaped from the branch and padded toward Antgrove. “Are you ready?” He asked.

Antgrove’s voice quivered. “Yes. I would like it by my tail.”

“Stand.”

Antgrove did as told. He sucked in a breath, and Alderstar laid a claw across his skin. He dragged it down deep enough to last, but not enough to cause serious damage. Then he laid another, smaller mark beside and just across it. “You are a true warrior now,” Alderstar told him. He repeated the markings onto the other newly-named warriors on areas of their choosing, before backing up and addressing the crowd once more. “Let us call out their names, and tell the Stars they have no strength here.!”

“Lavenderspring!”

“Antgrove!”

“Smallclaw!”

“Flarelight!”

“Hootbloom!”

“Cinderrose!”

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I will be explaining how the kits differed when the grew, and this claw ceremony thing! Basically really, it’s different leaders conducting ceremonies mark cats they named. I figured in the Dark Forest, that wouldn’t be frowned upon at all. Alder’s marking is like a branch with a thorn on it.

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La vida sigue igual

[El Cuarteto Casals con su nueva formación: Cristina Cordero, Arnau Tomàs, Abel Tomàs y Vera Martínez Mehner / Pablo Rodrigo]

Producciones recientes de solistas, grupos y sellos españoles para el Año Nuevo

“Unos que nacen, otros morirán./ Unos que ríen, otros llorarán./ Agua sin cauces,/ río sin mar,/ penas y glorias, guerras y paz.” Julio Iglesias ganó el Festival de Benidorm en 1968 con este auténtico hit de la canción española contemporánea, y lo mejor que puede decirse del mundo del disco clásico cuando se cumple el primer cuarto del siglo XXI es eso, que la vida sigue igual. Según algunos expertos, el CD debería llevar dos décadas desaparecido, pero ahí continúa en pie. Se venden pocos (es normal, están las plataformas), pero por alguna razón el formato físico se resiste a morir. Así que, mientras aguante el formato y a mí las fuerzas, seguiremos desde Mapa de Músicas inaugurando el año con una suerte de silva de novedades españolas, nueve referencias que muestran la fortaleza (o la debilidad, que cada cual juzgue) de los intérpretes y la industria de nuestro país.

1. Shostakóvich: Cuartetos 1-5 (Integral. Vol.1). Cuarteto Casals. Harmonia Mundi (2 CD). Uno de nuestros grupos más internacionales acaba de incorporar a la joven Cristina Cordero como viola. Este primer volumen de su esperada integral Shostakóvich fue grabado aún con Jonathan Brown, y el grupo deslumbra con este primer Shostakóvich arcano: en 1952 (fecha del 5º) aún vive Stalin y el músico se refugia en la abstracción de la forma.

2. Mozart: Sonatas KV 333, 457, 545 y 576. Josep María Colom, piano. Eudora. Soberbio, el gran Colom innova con un programa del más típico repertorio, incluyendo una serie de hasta siete breves interludios entre los movimientos de las sonatas, que además ornamenta con una libertad extraordinaria. Sí, Colom se inventa cosas. Sí, toca un Steinway. Su Mozart no es el Mozart de siempre. Entre historicismo y postmodernismo, nos sorprende.

3. Minimalist (obras de Glass, Nehring, Górecki, Holt, Kancheli, Pärt y Kilar). Szymon Nehring, piano. Orquesta de la Radio Polaca en Varsovia. Michal Klauza, director. IBS Classical. Si hace diez años nos dicen que un productor andaluz va a irse a Varsovia a grabar un disco de música minimalista con músicos locales habríamos pensado en una noticia de 28 de diciembre. Pero eso ha conseguido Paco Moya con IBS desde Granada. Nehring es un pianista que aún no ha llegado a los 30, pero ya muestra no sólo una rocosa solidez, sino imaginación y audacia. Además de obras para piano solo, el disco incluye un breve y vivaz Concierto del popular Górecki, el entre ensimismado y salvaje Valse Boston para piano y cuerdas de Kancheli y un refinadísimo, volcánico (y no tan breve) Concierto del cinematográfico Kilar.

4. Conrado del Campo: Cuartetos de cuerda nos. 8 y 9. Quatuor Diotima. MarchVivo (2 CD). La más poderosa programación no institucional del país es la que la Fundación March ofrece en su sede madrileña. Su gran alma máter, Miguel Ángel Marín, ha ido todo lo lejos que se puede ir, con rigor y apertura de miras, hasta lanzar su propio sello discográfico, este MarchVivo que se está haciendo eco de un gran proyecto como el rescate de los Cuartetos de Conrado del Campo, del que se han publicado tres volúmenes, uno interpretado por el Gerhard y dos por el Diotima. Aquí, en el penúltimo disco del sello (hay ya una nueva referencia, con un recital del soberbio guitarrista de Linares Ricardo Gallén) se recoge el gran salto del maestro madrileño: el Cuarteto nº8 es de 1913 y el nº9, de 1942. En las manos del Diotima son oro molido.

5. Sebastián Durón: Música para las Cuarenta Horas. La Grande Chapelle. Albert Recasens. Lauda. Incansable, Recasens sigue aportando rescates de música antigua española. Esta vez vuelve sobre uno de los grandes del Barroco, Sebastián Durón, para ofrecer un conjunto de obras no litúrgicas (solos, dúos, villancicos, tonos) para la devoción de las Cuarenta Horas, una ceremonia de origen romano y carácter contemplativo en que la hostia consagrada quedaba expuesta el mismo tiempo que Jesucristo pasó en el sepulcro. Casi todas las piezas se graban por primera vez.

6. Balagan (obras de Schoenfield, Vivier, Bartók, Bloch, Ahbez y Kovács). Noa Wildschut, violín; Pablo Barragán, clarinete; Frank Dupree, piano; Anton Spronk, violonchelo. Accentus. El trío del clarinetista marchenero Pablo Barragán pasó recientemente por el Espacio Turina de Sevilla con un programa similar a este de su primer disco, que incluye Contrastes de Bartók y el Trío de Paul Schoenfield entre otras obras. Aquí añaden el cello de Spronk en algunas piezas, pero el sonido es igual de limpio y la expresión tan intensa como recordaba del directo. Entre el folclore, el clasicismo y la modernidad, este disco respira personalidad y estalla en mil colores.

7. Heitor Villa-Lobos: Preludios y Estudios para guitarra. Deion Cho, guitarra. Contrastes. En su política de seguimiento de los grandes premios internacionales de guitarra, el sello sevillano-londinense Contrastes presenta aquí un álbum grabado por el ganador del Premio Francesco Tárrega de Benicasim en 2023, el coreano Deion Cho. El formato (en digipack y con una portada francamente mejorable) resulta desconcertante si se compara con la habitual exquisitez de la marca, pero el contenido es excelente: Villa-Lobos, uno de los grandes de la música para guitarra del siglo XX, en interpretaciones de impecable virtuosismo.

8. Reliquiae. Capella de Ministrers. Carles Magraner. CdM. El último álbum de Magraner nos sumerge en el fascinante mundo de las reliquias medievales. Con su habitual habilidad para el contraste de colores y atmósferas, el músico valenciano se pasea aquí por varios siglos de música y ambientes tan aparentemente alejados como la Sainte Chapelle de Luis IX de Francia, el scriptorium del rey Sabio, las cortes de los aragoneses Martín I y Alfonso el Magnánimo o las catedrales de Santiago de Compostela y Valencia.

9. Scriabin: Sinfonía nº3. ADDA-Simfònica. Josep Vicent. Aria Classics. Otro proyecto semiprivado, el alicantino montado en torno al Auditorio de la Diputación (ADDA) que de la mano de su director Josep Vicent se atreve con todo, desde óperas (sin ir más lejos, la próxima Carmen del Maestranza) a una obra de gran repertorio internacional poco escuchada en nuestros lares: el Poema divino de Scriabin, que bien merece esta reseña.

Y recuerden: “Al final las obras quedan, / las gentes se van;/ otros que vienen las continuarán./ La vida sigue igual”.

[Diario de Sevilla. 5-01-2025]

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Our Yoga Teacher Training in Bali is a transformative experience that goes beyond physical practice. Here’s what your journey will look like:

Daily Schedule: Begin each day with a sunrise meditation and dynamic asana practice. The afternoons focus on workshops, lectures, and hands-on teaching practice. Evenings are dedicated to restorative yoga, reflection, and community bonding.

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Packing Essentials: Pack comfortable yoga attire, a journal for reflection, and any personal items that support your practice. Don’t forget sunscreen, insect repellent, and a reusable water bottle.

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Visit Our Website: Explore detailed information about the program, dates, and fees.

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Testimonials from Past Participants

“This training was life-changing. The instructors were incredibly knowledgeable, and the location was magical. I left feeling empowered and ready to teach yoga.” — Sarah L.

“The supportive community and comprehensive curriculum exceeded my expectations. Bali’s beauty added a special touch to the entire experience.” — James K.

“I gained so much more than a certification. This training helped me grow as a person and a teacher. Highly recommend!” — Priya M.

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