Sootkit's Apprentice Ceremony

Leopardclaw leaped onto the Highrock and called out: "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Highrock for a clan meeting!"

Sootkits fur could not be tamed, it stuck up in all sorts of different directions. Shakily, the tom stumbled out on shaking legs. Wide blue eyes looked up at the golden tom with the expectation that the tom would make this the best ceremony out of all ceremonies.

Tatteredleaf followed her kit out of the nursery. Her dull amber eyes watching the tom. She knew was was coming for him and she couldn't be more proud of him. She knew that he didn't really like to leave her side, but it must be done.

Once the clan had settled around his rocky perch, Leopardclaw called out; "Sootkit, step forward!"

Sootkit padded forwards, his mother's arrival distracting him for a moment. The young tom almost did the opposite, but through what discipline he gained, he stepped forward and pointed his nose up.

Taking a deep breath, Leopardclaw started the ceremony; "Sootkit, you have reached the age of six moons, and it is time for you to be apprenticed. From this day on, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Sootpaw. Your mentor will be Sharptooth. I trust that she will pass down all that she has learned on to you."

Sharptooth stepped forward, giving Sootpaw what she imagined was a small, comforting smile. The small tom had potential, despite his shy nature. The fluffy she-cat bent down to meet the young tom's nose with her own before stepping back. "We'll start tomorrow, okay?" She mewed, trying to make her gravelly voice softer. A spooked apprentice was as useful as a rat's tail, and Sootpaw wasn't the boldest cat she knew. "Hurry along and make your nest in the Apprentice's den."