Honeykit, Brackenkit and Yellowkit's Apprentice Ceremony

"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the willow branch for a Clan meeting!" Fishstar yowled.

Yellowkit padded out of the nursery, her insides bubbling. Today was her ceremony! She wanted to do nothing other then run to the willow tree, leave camp, and go on her first adventure. But cats were watching her, she could already feel their searing glares. I gotta act my age! So she simply walked, staring at the ground, boasting a shy smile.

Goosepaw smiled warmly at the she-kit as she padded forward. He nodded encouragingly.

"You got this Yellowkit!" Oakkit encouraged from the nursery

Yellowkit paused half-way to the tree, nodding to Goosepaw and Oakkit, her smile turning into a beaming grin. Her eyes flickered for a moment to Fishstar, then to the rest of the clan, gathering beneath the tree's roots. "I do got this..." she whispered, lifting her chin and settling down under the willow.

Honeykit, who was finally going to be an apprentice alongside her brother Darkpaw, padded out if the nursery and over to the Willow Branch.

Toadkit hissed as he nudged through the crowd, growling at Honeykit he sat down next to Oakkit. He greeted her warmly and looked up at Fishstar.

Honeykit looked taken aback and a little hurt. What had she ever done to Toadkit? She barely even knew the Tom. But being in the nursery the longest the sweet she cat just narrowed her eyes and turned away.

Dewpelt watched the kits closely with a happy face, "Don't worry Honeykit, I am sure he will warm up soon enough." She nudged happily, knowing her fair share of hostile cats as she looked back on her litter.

Ivyfall followed behind her tom-kit, sighing and looking over at her fellow queen, Dewpelt with a resigned look. Kits would be kits, but she nudged him with a forepaw in a reprimanding manner as a warning. She wouldn't watch any of her litters become a menace, Toadkit came from strong RiverClan blood, she expected him to follow his father's footsteps and be a bold, yet wise warrior. "Be nice, Toadkit. It's a special day for her." Usually kits weren't allowed, but she saw no harm in him taking a peek at what was to come.

Toadkit looked at his mother and groaned "Fine..." he muttered rolling his eyes.

Brackenkit watched the new events unfold from the back of the crowd. He didn't have a mother or father to usher him to the front of even tell him the ceremony was for him. He was well over six moons old, but he was told a shortage of warriors kept him from being an apprentice. Kits have gone and left the nursery, but with no parent to question for him, he remained a kit.

"Honeykit, Brackenkit and Yellowkit, please step forward," said the RiverClan leader.

Yellowkit took a small step forward, casting sheepish glances to her clanmates. Who will my mentor be?? She maybe had eyed a cat for too long, they made a face, causing her to flick her gaze back to the ground. Fish guts! I'm staring!

Honeykit took a small step forward.