Stormkit's Apprentice Ceremony

The warmth of the greenleaf sun was pleasant on Marshstorm's pelt as he padded out from the nursery. He had been checking in on Dustcloud and his kits, but the more time he spent in there, the more he realised that one little kit wasn't so little anymore. He padded towards high-rock, leaping onto the large stone with an easy confidence. Stormkit was more than old enough to have been an apprentice already. It was time.

"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath High-rock for a clan meeting!" He called, his gaze roaming through camp to find the fluffy tabby kit.

The fluffy tabby kit came out of the nursery, his legs scraggly and longer than before now. He was no longer a rotund ball of fur, but a growing tom, with bright eyes that shone with determination.

He found Stormkit and smiled down at him warmly. The young tom's scraggly pelt wasn't unnoticed, and he mused at the thought that perhaps he hadn't been getting as much attention in the nursery as he needed. Now, he would get to join older cats in the apprentice den. Still, he looked around thoughtfully for a cat that would be a suitable mentor.

"Stormkit, step forward." He called after a moment. His eyes catching on a light brown tabby she-cat. Mature for her age, and more than ready for an apprentice. He looked down to the bedraggled kit. "Stormkit, you have reached the age of six moons. It is now time for you to become an apprentice. From this day on, until you recieve your warrior name, you will be known as Stormpaw."

His head turned back towards the brown tabby and gestured with his tail for her to step forward.
"Bushfang will be your mentor. She is intelligent and strong, traits that will no doubt be passed down to you." He looked back toward Stormpaw, "May your training go well." with those parting words, he leapt down from High-rock to join in the chanting of clanmates.

An apprentice? Finally. Showing that she could take care and teach a younger cat would gain her the respect she needed in no time. Bushfang stepped forward, eyeing Stormpaw carefully for a few moments before heading towards him. While at the moment he looked soft and weak, he looked determined enough to soon become hardened and a proper warrior. Though the clan might be full of mouse-brains, she was not going to let any apprentice of hers end up like that, even if her diligent training would be for the most part to gain respect. Plastering a look of pride and determination onto her face, she stepped to face the young tom, pressing her nose to his. "You'll be a great warrior, just wait and see."