Streamkit's Apprentice Ceremony

Scorchclaw's paws jerked to a sudden halt as he collided with a random NPC apprentice that had rushed out into his path. "Would you watch where you're going?!" He hissed, jade-green eyes narrowing in anger. Without waiting for the apprentice's response, he had already stepped around the other cat and headed over to the willow tree. The collision had caused his pelt to become ruffled, and it was with great annoyance that he smoothed it down again. As was probably obvious, RiverClan's deputy had been put in one of his worse moods; his temper was extraordinarily short today. Nevertheless, no matter how testy he felt, apprentice ceremonies still had to be carried out. Scaling the willow tree, he sat down on the Willow Branch.

"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the willow branch for a clan meeting!"

Streamkit heard the deputy and imiditly rushed out of the nursery thanks starclan that they never found out . She looked at the deputy and sat down.

"Streamkit, step forward." None of his earlier irritation was present in his now even tone as he called out to the gray and white kit. An apprentice ceremony was a joyous occasion for the both the clan, and for Streamkit it would be a one in a lifetime experience. The least Scorchclaw could do as deputy was not ruin that. "Streamkit, 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 Streampaw and your mentor will be Heronflight." Scorchclaw couldn't remember the last time Heronflight had an apprentice; he probably hadn't been deputy then. Nevertheless, he didn't doubt the older tom would be a good mentor for the newly named Streampaw.

Heronflight touched his nose to his new apprentice's, before declaring, "Training starts at dawn. Be ready."

Streamkit now Streampaw touched his new mentor's nose when he heard the training would start at dawn he had a hard time containing his enthusiasm , but soon enough his enthusiasm was replaced by fear what if we encounter a hawk? Or a Twoleg? What if I suck at hunting? What...WHAT IF I HAVE TO SWIM? he tried to hide his fear like he always did and walked away with a straight face when the meeting was dismissed. He would not show them his fear, not yet anyways.