Whisperkit's Apprentice Ceremony

WindClan was filled with beautiful pelts of silver and gold, ones that reflected the light of the sun. Finchstar loved each and every cat that swayed beneath him, and while he did not utilize the Tallrock often, it was certainly a good perch to watch and observe. Greenleaf was roaring, bringing about fresh grass and plentiful prey. The smell of heather drifted through the land, and the swaying of gorse bushes could be heard throughout the clearing. Glorious. Today however, was a special day. Whisperkit, lone in the nursery was to become an apprentice. His features were unique, and Finchstar often found himself stunned by the blue eyes that would peer out of the den, and today those blue eyes would see the world.

Smiling, the leader sat up straight and yowled; "All cats old enough to run the moor, gather beneath the Tallrock for a clan meeting!" He watched below in earnest. Who should mentor this stunning kit? Who held adventure in their paws and sparks in their steps?

Cloverpaw was grooming himself at the edge of camp, washing leftover fresh-kill taste off of his lips and paws, when he heard the call of his mentor and leader, Finchstar. The silver-furred tabby sprang up from his place in the grassy clearing, trotting ahead to gather as commanded. He wondered what sort of meeting this would be: not another about tunneling, surely, and he and his siblings were still too young to be warriors. His glimmering amber eyes stared up patiently, excitedly.

Whisperkit had not attended the previous meeting about the tunnels. He was still nervous about being among the large gathering of cats. When the gathering was called, Whisperkit meekly walked out of the nursery and kept towards the back of the cats. He watched his leader standing upon the Tallrock, curious as to what the reasoning for the summoning of cats was.

Finchstar watched intently as his friends gathered beneath the rock. My, how Barleytuft's litter had grown. While their youthful spirit still resided in them, they had filled out into lanky moor runners. It made the leader smile. Whisperkit however still held his kitten fluff, glowing white in the sun. The small tom sat meekly away from the rest of his clanmates, and Finchstar beckoned him closer with a flick of his tail, smiling. "You must have been quite lonely, little one. Having the nursery all to yourself. Grovepaw has found his way into the apprentice's den, perhaps it's your turn." Finchstar raised his voice, yellow eyes flashing. "WindClan, today we welcome a new apprentice into our ranks. Whisperkit, step forward." As he did, the tom lowered his head; "From this day forward, you shall be known as Whisperpaw. Your mentor will be Elmskip. He's quite experienced, and what he lacks in legs, he makes up for in spirit, I trust he'll teach you all he knows." Finchstar gave Elmskip a cheeky wink, watching as the three-legged tom padded towards his new apprentice.