Cloverkit's Apprentice Ceremony

With Mistyrain still sick with Greencough, it was his job to conduct the apprentice ceremonies as well as the warrior ceremonies, and standing atop Tallbranch, gave his white pelt a shake. "Let all cats old enough to climb a tree gather here for a clan meeting!" the small, white and grey tom called out.

Cloverkit bounded from the nursery, her cream pelt gleaming. This was it! She was becoming an apprentice at last! Looking around at the gathering crowd she started feeling a bit nervous. Who was her mentor going to be? Any cat would do. Hopefully her mentor wouldn't be too harsh. She gathered close to the front of the group of cats, looking up at Tinystar, with excitement sparkling in her eyes. 'This is going to be the most exciting day of my life!' Cloverkit thought.

Waiting a few moments for cats to gather, he spotted Cloverkit among the growing crowd and decided to begin. "We gather here today to give a kit their apprentice name," he mewed, his soft blue gaze looking down the she-kit. "Cloverkit, please step forward," the short tom mewed, giving a curt dip of his head to the younger cat. "You have reached the age of six moons, and it is time for you to be apprenticed. From this point, until you receive your warrior name, you shall be known as Cloverpaw. Your mentor will be Spottedleap. I trust that he will pass on to you all that he has learned about the warrior code," Tinystar finished, a smile on his muzzle. After that, he leapt down from the Tallbranch and concluded the ceremony as the chants for the newly named apprentice rose up into the air.