Dreamkit’s Apprentice Ceremony

Another apprentice ceremony in just a few days’ span—such was the reality of a litter coming of age, yet Goldenfang was still quite pleased to leap atop the Tallrock again.  “Let all cats old enough to run the moor gather under the Tallrock for a Clan meeting!”

Hearing the meeting call, Dreamkit padded over, his mind engulfed in curiousity like usual. Which of his siblings.. No, which of any other kits would be made apprentice today? Surprisingly, he barely had been talking to other cats in the clan, even with the force of his parents to do so before. Beside Hentooth, that was. Maybe if he was an apprentice, that could change. As much of a daydreamer he was, he would never purposely dare to ignore a cat trying to catch a conversation with him. He wasn't completely awkward with socializing, but he definitely wasn't extroverted enough to always keep it going, either.

Shaking his head, he got rid of those thoughts, and sat down. Maybe, just maybe if he was lucky enough, today would be his own apprentice ceremony.

There he was, the little calico tomkit about to catch up with most of his siblings. He seemed far less grumpy than the others, and less likely to insult his mentor at first sight. Goldenfang had thought about defending Ashfall when Mistypaw freaked out, but both Hentooth and Ashfall had handled it marvelously; besides, the one-eyed warrior was brilliant and Mistypaw would see it for herself.

Now for the tom before her: “Dreamkit, step forward. You’ve reached the age of six moons and it is time for you to be apprenticed. From this day on, until you’ve earned your warrior name, you will be called Dreampaw. Your mentor will be Silverlight.” Goldenfang nodded to the silver warrior. It was about time for him to receive an apprentice, and the deputy had no doubt he’d be a wonderful mentor. “He is a beloved member of our Clan, with a fantastic devotion to WindClan that we should all strive to have. Dreampaw will be in good paws.”

"My apprentice ceremony!" Dreampaw's eyes lit up. He was officially an apprentice now, and he took pride in that. Although older than most of his siblings, he wasn't apprenticed until now. He thought that he would, though then again, perhaps he didn't feel ready enough for it until finally now As surprising at it was, Flamepaw, Softpaw and Mistypaw got apprenticed before him. The new name of his, Dreampaw, suited much better than Dreamkit. So soon already, Dreampaw felt like he would get his warrior name soon, too. Though obviously, that wouldn't happen anytime nearby.

Silverlight.. his new mentor's name sounded hopeful. For a split moment, Dreampaw nearly have spaced out to his own thoughts again, though he quickly recoiled back to reality, and padded over to sit beside his newly-appointed mentor. He'd give a small nod as a greeting. The apprentice didn't doubt the warrior much, for Goldenfang's description of him seemed like someone he'd be able to look up to.

Hopefully, Silverlight would be able to adapt to his slightly aloof, and oddly imaginative nature.

Watching Downtuft's bundles of life grow had been a blessing overall, even if some moments seemed a bit tense. Nothing ever went without a hitch anyway. Most of them were now apprentices and after observing their ceremonies, he could safely say that he had gotten lucky with his assigned apprentice. Dreampaw appeared to be a promising and kind tom, very tame compared to his siblings. Silverlight would try his hardest to not mess up this young tom's apprenticeship as a thanks. It was his duty as a warrior of the clan and a newly-made mentor after all.

Padding up to the newly-named apprentice, Silverlight offered the younger cat a friendly grin before bending his neck down to touch their noses together. Once separated, the green-eyed warrior nudged Dreampaw with a gentle paw. "Hope you're ready for this next step in your life. I feel like you and I are going to be one great team! If you promise not to get into too much trouble, I promise that I'll do my best to make your training as enjoyable of an experience for ya. Nobody likes stick-in-the-muds, after all." He purred with a lighthearted tone in his voice. With that, the tom turned heel and walked away but before he was totally out of sight, he looked back over his shoulder and said, "Get some rest. Your first lesson will take us hunting!"