Swallowkit's Apprentice Ceremony

Mistyrain shifted in her position atop the Tallbranch. Firflower's fourth kit, Swallowkit, was ready to join his siblings in the apprentice den. "Let all cats old enough to climb a tree gather beneath the Tallbranch for a Clan meeting!" she called, loudly and clearly enough for her Clanmates scattered around camp could hear.

After a few sunrises of waiting, Swallowkit was finally ready to be apprenticed. The young time strode out of the nursery, fur groomed and head held high in the air. His tail flicked behind excitedly him as he strutted straight to front, right below Mistyrain on the Tallbranch. His time to shine had come. Even though some of his siblings were a bit ahead of him in training, he would join their ranks soon! The cream tabby let a purr rumble from his chest as he took his seat, looking up eagerly at Mistyrain. It was time for him to shine like the star he was born to be! At least, he hoped he was.. Quickly, he licked his paw and flattened a tuft of fur that had begun to stick up. If he was to shine, he would have to at least appear presentable.

Mistyrain's pale yellow eyes glinted in the morning sun as she surveyed the camp, cats gathering below her. The repairs to the damage was going well, and she spotted Swallowkit weaving his way towards her. "Swallowkit, please step forward. You have reached the age of 6 moons and are now ready to be apprenticed." She paused for a moment, allowing the kit some time to make his way even closer. "From this day on, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Swallowpaw. Acornfall will be your mentor, and I know that she will teach you well all that she knows." She joined her Clanmates down in the clearing, calling out Swallowpaw's name to congratulate the newly-named apprentice.