Featherkit in the Morning

Featherkit yawned, padding out of the nursery with the rosy dawn light painting the sky. The sun had barely risen above the camp, but it cast a warm, rosy glow that made the fluffy bundle feel warm. She was big enough- and old enough - to be an apprentice by now, but she'd requested Lionstar hold off her ceremony and she'd talked to the current ThunderClan medicine cat frequently, requesting to be her apprentice. Replies never came, as she busied herself preparing and collecting herbs. The gray kit had watched as her sister, Honeypaw, became an apprentice and left camp daily to train. She could only sigh and sadly watch her pad in and out of camp, chattering about her battle training or her hunting practice. She'll be a warrior soon and I'll still be stuck in camp with my kit name.. she thought miserably, laying down in the pale light.

Mossfur woke up and couldn't sleep again. She got up and exited the warrior's den. She saw Featherkit and padded towards her. "Hi. Why are you up so early?"

Featherkit jumped in surprise, stumbling back a bit. "I-I couldn't sleep.." she responded meekly.

Mossfur sensed that Featherkit wasn't telling the truth. She purred softly remembering when she was a kit. "Aren't you supposed to be an apprentice now?" This cat looked big enough but had the scent of the nursery on her.

Featherkit hung her head, curling her tail over her paws. "Yea. I really want to be Brightpaw's apprentice, and she keeps talking about getting her name and she never does. And I guess I could be a warrior's apprentice but Lionstar never gives me a ceremony anyway!" she said sadly, laying back down. "Honeypaw will probably be a senior warrior and I'll still be a kit."

Mossfur felt sympathy for this cat. "Well Lionstar is aging so he might not be able to keep on top of everything. Also newleaf is the time for gathering herbs so Brightpaw should be busy"