Sleetpaw's MCA Ceremony

Ebonyleaf held back a yawn, prodding the young gray apprentice in the back of the medicine cat den, a spot that she had long claimed as her own for a few good moons now. It was time to make her role in the den, and the clan, official now - wasn't it? "Wake up, Sleetpaw." She sang lightly, "It's time we left for your ceremony." The idea of traveling to the ceremony was one that left her wary. She knew that the apprentice was far stronger than she had been moons before, but the journey was still very well a long one, and Sleetpaw was still a frail cat. With no food or herbs to help them bear with their hunger, along with the walk, she was almost tempted to call off the entire thing; not wanting her friend to get hurt. Perhaps that was simply her own paranoia though. Thoughts still haunted her all the time, waking up to see her old mentor had passed away to StarClan after their last journey to the Moonstone together. She didn't want Sleetpaw to share the same fate.

No, she'd be fine. She had to be, she was strong, and she'd turn into a fine medicine cat.

Ooc: omygoshwhydidinotnoticethisooneriamsosorrystupidschoolandmarchigbandandstupidkindlefornotlettingthisshowupasanewpostintheoverallthreads

Sleetpaws awoke to the sound of Ebonyleafs voice. The apprentice blinked away the sleepiness in her eyes, and stood slowly. At first she didn't process what her mentor said until a moment later. Her eyes lit up like a light. The apprentice knew this was going to be a hard trip, but she was going to make it even if at the end all she had left was determination.