Ashkit's Apprentice Ceremony

Crowstar jumped up onto the Tall branch and called out to his clan. "Let all cats old enough to climb a tree gather here for a clan meeting!" The tom said.

Ashkit let out a small, exasperated sigh as he clambered out of the nursery. This was the day he dreaded most; the day he would become an apprentice. He would no longer have a good excuse as to why he was hiding in camp. He'd have to hunt and fight just like every other cat in the clan. Not like he wasn't absolutely despising the idea; he just..wasn't sure if he was ready to leave the comfort of the nursery.

The gray and white tabby slunk to the front, his head lowered and pelt on end. Hopefully, this wouldn't be a total disaster. With nervousness written all over his face, Ashkit looked up at his leader, waiting for the ceremony to start.

"Ashkit it is time for you to become an apprentice. Please come forward." The leader said, waiting for a moment for the kit to come forward before continuing to speak. "Ashkit from this moment on, until you earn your warrior name, you will be known as Ashpaw. Your mentor will be Rippedsky." The tom said before jumping down and ending the ceremony.

ooc: meant to respond to this earlier

Rippedsky was sitting near the head of the group per usual, yet still in the midst of the rest of the clan. His eyes were trained on Crowstar as he spoke. However, they flashed to Ashkit as he was called forwards. A brief pang of guilt reminded him of scaring the kit. Oh how he reminded the tom of a young Mumblefoot, maybe a bit more outwardly emotional, but still very much the same as his son. Regardless, he was eager to see the progress of the young cat.

He was contemplating the little tom's future when his name was called. Was he to mentor Ashpaw? That thought hadn't occurred to him. But, maybe Brokenpaw would be able to help his new denmate toughen up a little. The black tom had been a good apprentice so far and would no doubt continue to be a great warrior.

Rippedsky got to his paws and padded over to the newly named Ashpaw, "Welcome, Ashpaw. I cannot wait to begin our training together."

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Mumblefoot gathered with the rest of the clan. He was glad to see another apprentice ceremony. It meant there was something good happening for the clan. He looked over at the little tom with interest. What kind of warrior would he be? Before long, the tom was named as his father's apprentice. Yet, another one. The great Rippedsky could handle it all. A pang of jealousy and... something else hit him as for the thousandth time he wondered why the son of the deputy was cursed with so many issues. His eyes fell for a moment, but as soon as Crowstar officially announced the new apprentice, he pushed it away for later. His own problems should not come before the joy of a new apprentice, "Ashpaw! Ashpaw!"