cinderkit's apprentice ceremony

If he had thought his paws were busy before, they were easily twice as full now. Having kits who chased at his heels had been a lot. Thankfully, it had slowed a bit as they had gotten older, well, for some; a few of the kits were too enthusiastic for their own good. But it was time for a new task to take the place of entertaining - apprentice training. It was a lot more appealing then a half-interest in a one-sided game of moss ball because it was something he was good at, something he enjoyed. Besides, this meant that the burden could now be split between the warriors as well. Thunderclan would raise them together. Once again he settled back on the highrock and meowed to the clan, "Let all cats gather for a clan meeting."

Maybe it was her time at last. The brown-grey she-cat heard clearly her father's voice from the den and she quickly stepped out from it. The feisty she-cat rushed to the meeting, her hazel eyes blazing with excitement. Though she was calmer in her actions than her siblings in regards to being "over-joyed" about her apprentice training... she was still excited but for different reasons. Unlike other kits, Cinderkit wanted to fight, she wanted to become stronger and greater to defend her family. She wasn't interested in silly games like moss-ball or catch.

Stoatfur and Appledapple had been a blessing in their lives. They took them into their family when their parents passed away during leafbare and thanks to them they were alive. Though Cinderkit would have loved to meet her biological parents, the two warriors were her family now. She trusted them deeply and she wanted to show them that she wasn't a weakling like her biological parents. No leafbare would take her down and the young she-cat was determined to get into as many fights as she could to learn and get stronger. She stood up behind the warriors, waiting for her father's announcement.

Cinderkit had shown to be determined, clear-headed. She reminded him of himself in some ways. It was obvious that that Minnowpaw was coming to the end of his training and soon his own paws would be a tad less empty. His whiskers twitched slightly at the thought - as if that would ever happen. He caught sight of the kit and began what could be considered some semblance of a ceremony, "Cinderkit, you are now old enough to be an apprentice. From now on, you will be know as Cinderpaw. I will be your mentor." As cheers rose up from the gathered Thunderclan cats, he leaped down to touch his nose to the new apprentices. When he pulled back, he meowed, "We won't be waking up at dawn but a reasonable hour. Don't worry, there will still be plenty of time for me to show you everything."

Reedpaw sat not too far away cheering with the crowd. upon hearing his father's words, he burst out with happiness. "Cinderpaw! You got Papa as your mentor! since I got Mama, we could train together! Congratulations!" He purred, barely resisting himself from rushing up to his sister.