Stormkit's Apprentice Ceremony

Beartooth padded to the leader's place in the center of camp and leaped onto the rock in a single bound. It had become easier over time, both finding the words and his footing. The tabby tom looked over camp. A neutral expression crossed his features. Life's ever-conflicting occurrences left him lost as usual. Between the accusations of murder and solution of love, he was never quite sure what to feel inside. At least this task was something he could find solace in. He looked over the camp and meowed out the low call in his usual manner, "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the highrock for a clan meeting."

Stormkit dashed out of the nursery. Each day, she'd woken up with the same question in her head: is my apprentice ceremony today? So far, the answer had been no. But today, she heard Beartooth's mew ringing loud and clear over camp. She scurried over to the highrock, then, self-consciously padded backwards into the crowd. What if it wasn't her ceremony? Oh, StarClan, had she just made a fool of herself?

Once the she-kit wondered out from the nursery, he began the rest of the ceremony in his usual rumbling and ever-dutiful way, "Stormkit is ready to become and apprentice. Come forward kit. From now until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Stormpaw. Mistwalker will be your mentor and will teach you everything he knows." The young warrior was one of the most recently named of the clan, and yet he had some experience. Besides, he was the son of Oakstar, one of the cats that Beartooth trusted and admired most in the entire forest. With that, he dipped his head and descended from the rock, leaving the clan to celebrate and for the new apprentice to be greeted by his mentor.

Stormkit padded foward eagerly. This was it! She was officially an apprentice! Stormkit-- no, Stormpaw padded foward to her new mentor, Mistwalker. Her big brother was going to mentor her! This was going to be amazing! She would be the best apprentice in the whole forest. Stormpaw eagerly touched noses with her mentor, peering at him excitedly with bright blue eyes, "When do we start?" She asked, her voice coming out a little squeaky.