Minkstream watched them come out, excited as kits always were, despite the circumstances they were growing up in. Though... it wasn't like they'd ever known anything else. The unpleasant thought swirled through his head for a moment as he opened his maw again and called them forward.
"Slatekit, Gingerkit, step forward."
When they'd done so, still looking up at him eagerly, their young eyes shining, he continued, "You two have reached the age of six moons, and are now ready to learn the ways of the Clan as apprentices. From this moment on until you earn your warrior names, you will take on the names of apprentices." StarClan he was having to do strange things with the wording for this. I think there's a reason we usually stick with single kit ceremonies.... He didn't want to imagine what would happen if he tried to do the whole litter all at once.... "Slatekit, you will be known as Slatepaw. Gingerkit, you will be known as Gingerpaw. Your mentor will be Quaildock. He will train both of you well."
He leapt down, calling their names with the rest of the Clan. Hopefully his son would do alright with two at once, for his first mentorship. Hope I haven't just thrown him into the dog's den. If it looked like he was having a tough time of it, Minkstream would offer to help, no questions asked, but he had a feeling the tom would do fine. Despite the vague niggle of worry in the pit of his stomach. He's not a kit anymore - he'll do great.
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