Sweetkit knew her apprentice ceremony would be soon. She was ready to be able to start properly serving her clan. The tabby was laying outside the nursery, giving her short ruffled fur a good wash. She watched as Olivestone leapt onto the Tallrock with a calm indifference, but couldn’t suppress the tremor of excitement that settled in her paws. She rose to her feet at the summons and sat beneath the towering stone with her tail curled neatly around her paws. Maybe this ceremony would be hers. She pondered briefly who her mentor would be, but instead stared out of the camp entrance to the vague shimmer of the moor and heather beyond. Soon, she thought as her heartbeat was drown again by the raising call of the openness. It was deep in her blood, the wind, the sky, the earth, it rippled through her veins and fed her steadily pounding heart.
Her attention returns to Olivestone and the Tallrock, she feels grounded. Bound to the soil beneath her paws. She waits, a quiet breath escaping into the crowd of her clan mates, and the moor call rings again reaching for her. Soon, she promises. Soon she would step forward and shoulder the responsibility of training, of fighting and hunting and protecting. She is as unobtrusive as ever, steady gaze focused solely on the path ahead, waiting, breathing, watching.
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Shadepaw//Windclan Apprentice
- Apprentice--->Warrior:
2 weeks (Saturday Dec 17)
Hunt
Fight
Gathering
Moonstone