Ebonykit's Apprentice Ceremony

The silver-splashed molly called out from atop the Jaggedrock, sightless gaze sweeping the crowd as she located the kit to be apprenticed today. Little Ebonykit. Ravenmist hadn't interacted with her much, but she seemed like a busy little one, always looking for the next thing to do. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Jaggedrock for a Clan meeting!"

Ebonykit knew that today, she would be an apprentice. She had been so bored being a kit, with no friends, and she thought that if she would become an apprentice, she would have more of a chance to meet new cats. She sat below the Jaggedrock, and waited for the deputy to continue.

Ravenmist nodded in Ebonykit’s direction, speaking again. “Ebonykit, come forward. You have reached the age of six moons, and it is time for you to be apprenticed. From this day forward, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Ebonypaw. Your mentor will be Marshcloud. I trust he will teach you well.” The blind deputy took a step back, ears angled towards the pair.

Ebonykit, or, Ebonypaw now, padded onto the Jaggedrock, stifling a purr. She waited for her mentor, Marshclouf, to touch noses with her.

Marshcloud stood in place a few moments, blinking emptily, before he registered that his name had been spoken. He had still been sleeping very poorly, and wasn't always entirely cognizant of what was going on around him, though it was a hard to really tell the difference between his current state and his normal easily-distracted behavior.

Oh! That's me! he thought after a moment.

After another moment, he went to greet his new apprentice. Marshcloud hadn't been feeling completely like his normal optimistic self lately-- but he wasn't about to let that drag down the mood of the ceremony for this apprentice. So he smiled broadly, and touched noses with her. And even though he felt unsteady, almost dizzy with fatigue, as he stood there, he still tried his best to sound as excited as possible.

"Hello, Ebonypaw?" his uncertainty about whether he'd heard the name correctly turning what should've been a statement into something more resembling a question. "I'm Marshcloud. I'll-- do my best as your mentor!"