Swiftkit's apprentice ceremony

'No'. Marshstorm's mind whispered harshly as he leapt to the top of High-rock. 'Absolutely not. He could get hurt, what if he runs into a fox? Or a Badger?' Marshstorm's mind raced as he yowled to the clan.
"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath High-rock for a clan meeting!" He paused, his tail twitched behind him as his heart threatened to steal away his breath. Swiftkit was his son... and now? Now he was about to entrust his care to another cat. Now, he would have to learn how to be a warrior. Joy surged through him in tandem with his worry. He steadied himself with a deep breath. Swiftkit would be fine.

Swiftkit curiously peeked out of the nursery, and padded closer to see what was happening. He wasn't really old enough, was he? Swiftkit was excited at the though of being apprenticed- he would be able to spend more time with the older cats, might get some time away from his siblings, as much as he loved them; and he'd be able to serve his Clan!
But was he ready?

"Swiftkit, step forward." Marshstorm meowed calmly once all the cats had gathered, including the kit he had called over. He smiled encouragingly as he stepped up and tilted his head in his direction. "Swiftkit, you have reached the age of six moons. It is now time for you to become an apprentice. From this day on, until you recieve your warrior name, you will be known as Swiftpaw." He turned his gaze over to a gentle white she-cat that he had made a warrior not all that long ago. This seemed like the perfect time. "Snowdrop will be your mentor. I hope she passes on her kindness and loyalty on to you." He added with a nod in the she-cat's direction before he leapt down from High-rock.

Snowdrop’s ears perked in surprise when her name was called, and excitement filled her veins. She was going to mentor this apprentice! Of course... Swiftpaw was the son of Marshstorm, who was half ShadowClan. So she was given an impure Clan cat by another impure Clan cat, and they just so happened to he related. Was that all intentional on Marshstorm’s behalf? Did he give her an impure Clan cat because he somehow knew she didn’t at all like them?

The young warrior stifled a sigh. She wasn’t going to act ungrateful or spiteful on a day like this. She could always vent to Beetlemask about this later. She padded forward, forced a smile, and touched her nose to Swiftpaw’s. ”I-I look forward to training with you.”

Swiftpaw smiled back and nodded his head. He sensed something off about Snowdrop's mannerisms, but perhaps Snowdrop was just nervous or something. Despite not sensing the true mood, Swiftpaw knew that this was the start of something new and he couldn't let anyone down! "I look forward to it too," he replied softly.