Fawnkit's Apprentice Ceremony

The pale hues of the late morning sky twisted and shimmered with the first true heat of the season, the heavy greenery that resided within the camp wilting slightly as a result. The smooth, well-worn stone of the Tallrock was simmering with the heat of the day as Brindlewhisker settled herself atop the ceremonial seat. Straightening up, the Deputy’s voice rang out with a sharp note of purpose as she called out the familiar summons, ”Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather underneath the Tallrock for a Clan meeting!"