Ivykit's MCA Ceremony

Sparrowleaf sat just outside camp, in the sea of reed stalks, staring up at the swath of stars high above her. It was a clear, warm night, and Silverpelt could be viewed in all its beauty. Days later, she still couldn't shake the memory of her own ceremony from her mind.

And already, only days later, she had her own apprentice to deal with. Why so soon? She had only been Sparrowpaw a few short sunrises ago, and now she was expected to train some kit the same way Ebonyleaf had trained her? Even if she'd never admit it, either to Ebonyleaf or her Clanmates, there was still much she had to learn about the art of healing. It was scary enough to be on her own with no one to support her, and this Ivykit felt like just one more burden.

Why did she have to train this brat anyways? Sparrowleaf was young, she was healthy, and hopefully she had many more moons ahead of her. Did she need a successor so soon? Were they that eager for her to just croak?

Mousebrains...

The kit was happy. But was she truly happy? Was she really wanting to become an apprentice? Much less, a medicine cat apprentice? She had no idea. But StarClan had chosen her for some reason... And to say the least, she could already tell that her mentor, Sparrowleaf, wasn't all that impressed. She had been born while the medicine cat was still an apprentice, and so the she-cat couldn't have been a medicine cat for long. She could almost feel pity for the medicine cat, it was as if their ancestors were saying that she'd die all so soon. Sighing to herself, the she-cat approached the older cat. Weariness was no where present in the kits' eyes, or her body. She would push through without any tire, any complaints... She was very so much proven to show her new mentor that she was ready to be on her own, and that she wouldn't cause trouble for her.

Sparrowleaf shot the kit a sharp look, flicking her tail. "Did you eat those herbs I gave you?" she asked in a flat tone. Traveling herbs that would give them both stamina during the long trip to Highstones.

It was a long and arduous trip for a huge commitment. A huge commitment for the both of them. "Just hurry up and don't drop behind. We want to get there before sunrise."

With that, Sparrowleaf turned and disappeared into the reeds, pushing her way toward the sound of the river.