Maplekit's Apprentice Ceremony

"Let all cats old... enough to capture their own prey gather underneath... Jaggedrock for a clan meeting!" Thrushstar yowled. It was finally time for him to get back to his duties.

Maplekit strode out of the nursery, head held high.

Owlstrike sighed as he rested on a comfy spot near the warriors den. How long it had been since he was confined to camp? He had lost count of the sunrises by now, he was a full warrior, not a kit, and yet the old leader not only refused to die like he should’ve, but he still kept him and the remaining Dark Forest loyalists within the limits of camp. He had done his best to hide his hatred and frustration as boredom, and try to act like a StarClan follower even if the idea was more than enough for him to feel nauseous, but Leopardfang never allowed him to leave.

When he heard the voice of the old leader he almost couldn’t hold back a growl, feeling the fur on the back of his neck standing on end with anger and hatred, but quickly shook it off, and got up in an attempt to dissimulate it, joining the gathering crowd without saying a word and a well-practiced smile on his face that looked almost fully sincere.

"Tonight we gather to... make this kit an apprentice," he said, looking down at Maplekit. "Maplekit, from now... until you receive your warrior name, you... shall be known as Maplepaw. I will be your mentor." It was a quick last-minute decision but he figured it would be for the best, even in his old age. Leaping down, he touched noses with her before retreating back to his den as usual.

Maplepaw was in shock. Thrushstar as her mentor? It couldn't be better. The pretty apprentice raised her head in pride.