Daykit's Apprentice Ceremony

"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath Jaggedrock for a clan meeting!" Littlebrook yowled across the clearing, blue gaze sweeping across her clanmates bustling around the camp.

Crowfur walked out of the warrior's den with the brightest smile his face could muster. One of his kits was going to become an apprentice! He couldn't be more excited for the she-kit. One step closer to warrior-hood. Something none of his elder kits reached. He had high hopes for this litter. Starclan was giving their family a second chance! He waited for his special girl to come out.

The large she-cat nudged Daykit lovingly as they left the nursery to join the clan meeting. Cedarstorm already knew that this was an apprentice ceremony and she had the hope that it was Daykit's moment to become an apprentice ready to train to be a warrior. She really hoped that this time... her kits would make it to warrior-hood and live happy lives in Shadowclan. That was her only wish for them: happiness.

Daykit followed suit close behind her mother, Cedarstorm. They shared a similar appearance as well as strong and bold personalities. Daykit couldn't be happier with any other parents, she loved her mother and always looked up to her father for guidance. And, she knew they would always be there. As she padded out into the clearing, eyes round with anticipation and her mouth forming a very joyous smile, she looked back at her siblings who had already managed to become apprentices. Earlier, she remembered the jealousy that had overwhelmed her when she was the last of her siblings to become an apprentice. She didn't understand why she was chosen last to become an apprentice, maybe she just didn't seem like it was her time. 

Daykit didn't understand it and even as she looked up towards the leader, standing proudly next to her mother and father, the answer to her question never came. But maybe it was better not to know, as in the moment her jealousy had managed to be washed away by an ocean of pride. Still, no matter how prideful she was, she felt a pang of embarrassment and shyness flutter in her mind like a butterfly in a huge forest. This was a big deal, Daykit realized, I can't just be acting super excited. I have to act like a warrior. She decided, as she straightened out her back and matted down her fur. Letting a calm and aloof look replace her excited one.

Spiderpaw grinned widely over at his sister. As the eldest he had been apprenticed first, but not by much. Then his sister Viperpaw, and now finally Daykit. Soon she'd be known as Daypaw! Excitement bubbled up in his chest to the point where he honestly felt like he'd explode pretty soon. They were going to take on the world together, he just knew it!

"Daykit, please step forward." She commanded with a warm smile. She continued once the kit had done so. "You have reached the age of six moons and are ready to begin training. From this moment on until you receive your warrior name, you shall be called Daypaw. Cedarstorm will be your mentor. I know she will pass on all she knows to you." Littlebrook finished with a satisfied purr.