Whitekit's Apprentice Ceremony

Leopardclaw hopped gracefully up onto the Highrock, the sensation still quite foreign to him after all this time.  Blizzardstar had fallen ill, no thanks to the frigid leaf-bare weather, so today he would be performing a ceremony in her place.  Taking a deep breath, he let out the familiar yowl; "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Highrock for a clan meeting!"

Whitekit trotted out to Highrock. Her chest was heavy with anticipation of what her apprenticeship would hold. Her tail settled over her paws as she-cat tried to relax herself.

Leopardclaw smiled down at the young ginger kit as she emerged from the nursery, looking excited at the prospect of this being her ceremony.  Once the clan had finished gathering in the clearing, the golden spotted deputy flicked his tail and called out to the cat of the hour; "Whitekit, step forward."

Cats filled in around her, but she continued to keep her anxious mind in check. Whitekit's gaze connected with the deputy's as he asked her to step forward, which she did without hesitation.

Blinking down at the kit through greenish-hazel eyes, Leopardclaw began the ceremony; "Whitekit, you have reached the age of six moons, and it is time for you to be apprenticed. From this day on, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Whitepaw."  The golden spotted tom gazed around the clearing for a moment, catching sight of the tom he had chosen to be Whitepaw's mentor.  "Your mentor will be Leafstorm.  He is a skilled warrior, and I hope he will pass down all he knows on to you."

Leafstorm stepped forward with a grin, leaning down to meet his granddaughter's nose with his own. "I look forward to training with you," He mewed.

Whitepaw stepped towards her grandfather, and touched his nose. "As do I." The newly apprenticed she-cat nodded her head towards the warrior.