Flashkit's Apprentice Ceremony

As the sun sailed overhead in the sky, the heat that it gave off beat down mercilessly WindClan and the little shade that their territory provided. Still, Olivestone didn't complain, happily going about her days in service of the Clan that she loved so much. Today was no exception, and she felt the sun on her pelt as she traced the now-familiar path up to the summit of the Tallrock, where she stood for a moment, letting the cooler breeze whisk away some of the heat that had gathered in her pelt. After taking that moment, she looked down at her Clanmates, milling about, and with a smile, called out the familiar words.
"Let all cats old enough to run the moor gather beneath the Tallrock!"

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ooc: so sorry it took so long for me to get to your ceremony, i never got an email notification for the topic ;;

Flashkit heard the summons from the nursery. At first, he shrugged it off as another boring announcement— until his mother Meadowspring nudged him out of his nest and towards the entrance where she gave him a quick grooming. One glance at her told him it was finally his time to become an apprentice.
Stiffly, he followed her out of the nursery and into the gathering crowd of his Clanmates. He was pushed to the front of the crowd, much to his discomfort. Flashkit nervously glanced over his shoulder to see his parents sitting nearby and felt a little bit braver when he saw the proud gleam in their eyes.
He sat up straight and turned his eyes expectantly to Olivestone, anxiety and excitement twisting his belly into knots.
This is it! This is really it!

It didn't take long for her Clanmates to respond to her call, and she felt the familiar glow of love and warmth fill her as her Clan gathered below her. With a smile, she looked for Flashkit in the crowd, and when she saw the tom-kit, she called,
"Flashkit, step forward."

When the kit had done so, she continued to speak, looking for the familiar golden pelt in the crowd. When she spotted the cat in question, she looked back to Flashkit.
"Flashkit, you have reached your sixth moon, and it is time for you to begin your apprenticeship. From this day, until you earn your warrior name, you shall be known as Flashpaw. Goldengale will be your mentor, and may she pass on everything she knows to you."

Giving the new mentor and apprentice pair time to find each other and touch noses as is the custom, she then started the traditional chant.
"Flashpaw! Flashpaw! Flashpaw!"

Goldengale's ears lifted as her name was called, and as she stood she brushed her tail along her mate's shoulder before stepping forward to greet her new apprentice. "Congratulations, Flashpaw. I look forward to training with you, we'll start tomorrow at sunrise." Touching her nose gently to the young tom's, she then stepped back as the clan rose their voices in celebration and acknowledgement.