Frostkit's Apprentice Ceremony

With the new prophecy looming over them it seemed like a terrible time to be bringing another apprentice into the fold, but he had also been brought about in the midst of something similar. Sablestrike had faith that the tough times ahead would produce even tougher apprentices, and all of that started here.

""All cats old enough to silently stalk in the shadows, gather in the shadow of Jaggedrock for a clan meeting!"

All signs pointed to this being the day she would be apprenticed.

Frostkit trotted obediently out of the nursery, nudged forwards by one of the queens, her splotched fur licked down neatly. It was very rare that she was paid much attention, being a quiet, calm kit, and even rarer that anyone else involved themselves in her grooming, and she was six moons of age. It was time she became an apprentice, although she couldn’t quite bring herself to mind. This was simply the logical next step in life.

The small she-kit seated herself placidly in the front of the crowd, gazing up at the deputy with impassive yellow eyes.

Sablestrike wondered which cat would be a good mentor for this new apprentice. Lighttail was out of the question, she'd probably just spread her treachery to any kit assigned to her. No, this kit needed to learn the importance of loyalty, or at the very least have a mentor that bled loyalty. His choice was clear now.

"Frostkit, please step forward." Sablestrike paused to allow the kit to do so before continuing. "Frostkit, you have reached the age of six moons and are ready to begin your apprenticeship. Until the day you earn your warrior name you shall be known as Frostpaw. Your mentor will be Swiftheart. I trust she will teach you all she knows and raise you to be a fine, loyal warrior."

Seiftheart purred so happy when she was named as mentor to frostkit! Seiftheart was a happy sociable and peppy warrior with lots of positive energy. Even though one of the clans longest serving warriors she still had the energy and excitement of an apprentice herself. She was more than thrilled to get an apprentice now!

Trotting over to the new apprentice she gave a friendly welcoming purr. “Hey! I’m so glad to meet you and can’t wait to show you around. Let’s get you moved into the apprentice den and all comfortable there. I can help you decorate your new living space too if you would like? Perhaps a flower crown or a pelt of a predator to make your transition a little easier?” She gave a friendly nudge to her new apprentice as was traditions. “And tomorrow I’ll take you out to the territory to show you around”


(Yay cocoa you are back! I am really excited to get to be your mentor and look forward to rp topics with you : )

The deputy’s voice called her name, and obediently Frostkit stepped forwards, blinking up at him with a slight smidge of curiosity. Despite her aloof nature, there was still some small kernel of kittish excitement within her, not quite quenched by the hunger gnawing at her stomach. Today she would be made an apprentice. It was quite time that this day should come. There was nothing remarkable or out of the ordinary about this; indeed, the lack of such a ceremony would be far more unexpected and worthy of curiosity and excitement.

Frostpaw. She rather liked it. And Swiftheart- Frostpaw had never been a particularly active kit, and many of the names of her Clanmates were still unknown, but she thought she knew a Swiftheart, a white molly who visited Pineblossom often and played with the other kits. Rather the opposite to her own nature, true, but Frostpaw would not mind.

A polite nod to the deputy, and then she turned to scan the crowd for her mentor, calm and unruffled as ever.

From behind the curtains of the medicine den, Heatherberry breathed a rather heavy sigh if relief as Frostpaw was not only given her new name, but apprenticed to a she-cat she trusted: Swiftheart. Frostpaw was still rather small, but it seemed she would prevail for now.

She didn't know if being quiet was Frostpaw's personality or if it was brought on by nearly starving to death. She would have to learn more of her later. For now, this was cause for celebration.