robinkit's apprentice ceremony

There was a slight chill permeating the morning air these days, dew settling gently upon blades of grass and greenery that sheltered under the canopy of ThunderClan trees. Thistlemask drew in a long breath, enjoying the way leaves were beginning to gain the familiar warm hues of Leaf-fall, a slight nagging voice in the back of her head worried about prey, something she silenced as she fought the urge to continue to get off topic. Shaking out her pelt, the deputy leapt onto Highrock, feeling out of place and concerned. Mottlestar trusted her though, she could do this. "All cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather beneath the Highrock for a clan meeting!"

Even with the chill that seemed to breeze through the forest, life still went on. It was refreshing to know that there were young, budding warriors residing within their walls. Their strength would slowly grow, much as the trees of their forest slowly strengthened with time. Mottlestar had just heard the call as she entered camp, and dropped her kill in the pile. She quickly moved, taking her signature place among the crowd, and gave a nod to Thistlemask before watching her clanmates, ready to talk with any who came by.

Robinkit had heard the call the tri colored molly bounced out of the nursery. Her head held high a little as she slowed to a stop. Her fur having been slicked back by her mother though strands here and there stood up from her bouncing about. She moved to slowly sit down among the crowd for a moment.

Thistlemask waited for a moment, allowing the clan time to pool at her feet before continuing with the words she had carefully practiced, heart warming a little at the sight of today's ceremony focus, Robinkit. Clearing her throat, she begun. "Robinkit, step forward." The deputy gave the kit a moment, stepping forward a little herself to get a better view. "You have reached the age of six moons and are ready to become an apprentice. From now until the day you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Robinpaw." Smiling at the little molly, she continued. "Your mentor will be Eveningmoon, may his ambition and driven nature teach you well." Thistlemask jumped down from the stone, nodding at the new duo.

Eveningmoon... One of her former apprentices. A great tom, a strong addition of the Clan. Memory failed her on whether or not he'd had an apprentice to train in the past, but the fact was that he more than deserved one now. He was now one of the older warriors of the Clan, making the she-cat remember just how long they had walked on the earth. "Robinpaw! Robinpaw!" Her voice joined the cheers for the new apprentice, seeking out Thistlemask to go stand by her deputy. Even as leader, she still had her comfort people. Her deputy, unsurprisingly, was one of them.