Sparrowkit's Apprentice Ceremony

Dawnhawk seemed to forever be stuck in a world where days kept turning into nights. Nothing changed. He locked away all of those that he felt were a threat to his leadership, or silenced them effectively. Yet on the inside, he felt himself growing angrier. His successes were an exhilarating rush, one that had happened too fast and more or less all at once. He needed more. More successes... more power. He wanted to feel stronger. He wanted to feel invincible. He wanted to feel. As the sun rose that morning, he resumed the duties that at one point, delighted him, but now just annoyed him. Skyclan Deputy was below him now. So far below him in fact that he felt nothing but irritation as he climbed the leader's den and sat down with a heavy sigh.

"Let all cats old enough to climb a tree gather for a clan meeting!" He called out, though his voice was noticeably lazier than normal. The crowd gathered in his peripherals as he stared out across the recovering forest landscape. Newleaf was practically here. It was still cold, but he could tell that the forest itself looked more alive than it had since greenleaf when the fire burned through it.

Fedora-- or, rather, Sparrowkit, as everyone seemed to insist on calling her these days-- joined the gathering crowd of cats. She wasn’t entirely sure why they were gathering, but she was certainly happy no cat tried to shoo her back to the nursery when she took a spot near the middle of the crowd. She turned wide, curious eyes up at Dawnhawk, her ears perked as she waited for him to address the cats below him.

"Sparrowkit step forward. You have reached the age of six moons and it is time for you to become an apprentice. From today until you earn your warrior name, you will be called Sparrowpaw. Graybird will be your mentor." He finished the words he'd spoken many times without sighing through it, so that was a win at least. Without even so much as watching the mentor and apprentice touch noses, Dawnhawk jumped down from the leader's den. In a matter of seconds, the pale tom vanished, eager to go on about more interesting business. He'd been through enough ceremonies to know he had no desire to see it until it was completed.

"Congratulations, Fedora! I'm sure you'll do great." Himbob purred, the enormous flame point curling his tail over his paws. He wasn't sure why Clan cats seemed so apt to change names so much, but he didn't question it. Blackwings seemed like a nice cat, he was sure his daughter was in good paws. A loud purr rumbled in his throat at her watched his oldest kit in FlyClan touch noses with her new mentor.

Graybird quietly glanced over at her new apprentice the moment that her name was called. This would be her second apprentice, now, so she was more accustomed to the process than she was last time. No matter how she felt about the Asylum and the fact that some of that had kits with SkyClan cats, there was no use in taking out her anger on the kits themselves. That would only be unfair to them. Wasting no time, the gray she-cat rose to her paws and padded over to meet the newly-named Sparrowpaw.
"Hello, Sparrowpaw," She lowered her head slightly to touch noses with the younger cat, "we'll start training early in the morning so get a lot of sleep tonight."