Tawnykit spent the morning grooming her fur, until she was as sleek as the river itself. There was no mother or father to wish her luck, but instead she had received the encouragement of several of her denmates, having made many friends along the way. The morning was tense as Tawnykit went over her stance, her facial expressions. She spent a long time staring into the river, and dutifully avoiding any mud puddles. When the call finally came, the kit felt a jolt pass through her body. She took a deep, shaky breath, and found her way into the clearing. All of RiverClan was gathered around. Tawnykit sat alone in the sand, gazing up at Stormbringer. Not long ago, she'd have thought Ivybrook would have performed her ceremony, but now the gray she-cat that had taken the kit on her first adventure was deputy. That was okay. Tawnykit stifled a wide grin and sat responsibly, tail curled around her paws. She was to become an apprentice today.