Vulturekit's Apprentice Ceremony

While Smallbean had time to hold Sleepykit's ceremony before they'd left camp, he didn't have enough time to do the same for her siblings. Now, he had ceremonies to begin without a Tallrock to begin them on. Of course, there was the Great Rock that stood tall and proud in the center of Fourtrees(both of which were qualities he failed to possess). But something about him, a deputy, standing on the rock for a purpose other than taking his leader's place felt... wrong. Standing on it at all felt wrong. Not to mention the amount of eyes from all corners of the clearing that would be on him if he called from the Great Rock. So, instead, he stood at the base of the rock, facing Windclan's corner of the clearing. He stood there for a moment, taking time to compose himself and arrange a call that was fitting. "All of Windclan... gather below the Great Rock for a clan meeting." It didn't make sense to just call for apprentices and warriors since everyone was already here anyways. Now he could only hope he'd spoken loud enough for Windclan to actually hear him.

Russetpaw was currently preoccupied with a mossball fight with some other apprentices when her ears just picked up Smallbean’s call. With a quick apology, she and the other WindClanners melted back into the Clan, making their way towards the base of the Greatrock. It was odd, holding ceremonies like this, but it must’ve been twice as odd for those who had held and seen them in WindClan camp for generations.

This was a ceremony, right? Russetpaw looked around briefly for someone with answers, but Coyotegrin was nowhere to be seen (at least, for her- she wasn’t tall enough to really look over anyone’s head except maybe Smallbean), and even if she had seen Shrikestar he was… a bit imposing, at times. Well, if this was a really important announcement, Shrikestar would probably be doing it. So it wasn’t her warrior ceremony.

With a huff, Russetpaw sat near the front of the growing crowd. The other Clans were still talking in the background, but she should be able to easily hear Smallbean’s words. The russet-pelted apprentice cast a quick glance around, hoping someone would come to sit next to her.

Silverwing knew the deal by now, if Smallbean was calling for the clan, then some kit was becoming an apprentice. While there were a few still waiting for their names, Silverwing knew that the cat becoming an apprentice today would have to be one of Coyotegrin's, it only made sense. Well, it would have made more sense if they had all been done on one day instead of being split up, but if Smallbean thought this was a good idea then more power to him. Expertly, Silverwing picked two young pelts out of the crowd. It was starting to seem like those two hung out entirely too often. That was fine, but the only problem with that was that they hadn't included her! Silverwing picked her way through the crowd before finally finding a spot to sit on Russetpaw's other side. Smooth.

Vulturekit padded to the great rock where Smallbean stood, calling for Windclan to gather, some of the meeting summoning words omitted. Vulturekit was clean and tidy, his mother, Coyotegrin having made sure that he was fully prepared and tidy for his ceremony. He knew it was his ceremony, but he wasn't insanely excited, more so concerned that his illness would rear its head and hold him back from him training as an apprentice.

The fact that the chatter of other clans could be heard in the background was so unnatural to the deputy. Their voices drifted across the clearing and filled the areas where he was used to hearing silence. He sighed, looking down at his paws. At least his clan was actually able to hear him when he called.

With his clanmates now gathered around him, slowly quieting down, he scanned through the attendees until he spotted Vulutrekit - the kit who's ceremony it was. Looking the young tom in the eyes, he beckoned him forward, albeit awkwardly. "Um... Vulturekit, please step forward." He paused, only continuing on once the kit stood before him. "You have now reached the age of six moons and are ready to become an apprentice. From now until you become a warrior, you will be known as Vulturepaw. Your mentor will be... Me. Um... I will be your mentor." It had been a few moons since Smallbean had mentored an apprentice. Hopefully, despite the conditions the clans were facing, Vulturepaw would be able to blossom into a capable warrior.

Stepping forward - a major difference from leaping off of the Tallrock - Smallbean touched his nose to Vulturepaw's. "Um... If you want, I could take you out to see whatever part of the territory is free of Twolegs... Maybe show you the basics of hunting." The deputy didn't like going out now that Twolegs had shown up, but he supposed it was necessary for the new apprentice to know what his home territory looked like, even if they weren't currently residing there.