Cedarkit's Apprentice Ceremony

"Let all cat's old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Jaggedrock for a clan meeting!" Wildstrike called out, his eyes searched for the she-kit that were gonna be apprenticed today, Poppyheart and Redwing's kit, there were no signs of Poppyheart anywhere but he hoped that tom still were alive, that his kit's would get to meet him some day.

Cedarkit was stretched out in a rare spot of sunlight just outside the entrance of the nursery, grooming her tortoiseshell pelt. She suddenly lifted her head when Wildstrike called a clan meeting. The deputy, calling a clan meeting? That meant another kit would be apprenticed today, she thought, is it me? I am pretty much 6 moons old. Just in case it was her ceremony, she decided to gather with the other cats at the base of Jaggedrock.

"Cedarkit step forward" he said after awhile, then he waited for the kit do so. He then continued once Cedarkit stood infront of the Jaggedrock "You have reached the age of six moons and it's time for you to be apprenticed. Cedarkit, from this day on, until you receive your warrior name, you shall be known as Cedarpaw. Burntstag will be your mentor. I know he'll be able to pass down everything he knows to you." he said and looked over at the warrior.

Cedarpaw. The young she-cat relished at her new name. At last, she was out of the nursery, ready to impress everyone. She gave her chest a few quick licks then looked happily at the gathered cats. her mentor was Burntstag - a tom she had never really met, although she hoped that he could make her the best warrior ever.

Per the usual requirements, he gathered along with the rest of the clan at the new deputy's call. Burntstag watched on with a mild interest in his eyes, although his expression portrayed one of true engagement. The tip of his tail flickering to and fro was the only reminder that he was still a living and breathing being as he half-listened to the usual speech introducing the clan's next apprentice. If it were not inappropriate, he might have scoffed at all the circumstance around the usual code dictated ceremony. Instead, he was silent. And that was when Wildstrike called out his name. There was a moment where he merely blinked in response. An apprentice? That was, well, unsurprisingly expected. After all, the calico warrior had proven himself to be devoted and many other commonplace things often attributed to warriors.

Obedience to the code was the only thing that had become somewhat of a facade over the course of all these moons. Otherwise, his persistence, care, and bravery were all genuine emotions. Burntstag had plenty of things to teach this young she-cat. It was an opportunity to raise up one of the clan's kits in a proper fashion. A soft smile crossed his maw as he stood and padded towards Cedarpaw, as was customary. As their noses were touched softly together, the tom meowed in a low and calm tone, "I can't wait to begin our training tomorrow. There are so many things for you to learn."