firekit's apprentice ceremony

A soft dusting of snow lined the clearing the clan now called home, wind snaking through the high arching branches that lacked any meaningful coverage. The deputy shivered, missing the confines and safety of the ravine, wondering how the rest of her clan was fairing with the sudden exposure to the icy weather they normally didn't have to experience in such a capacity. As the chill passed through, Thistlemask dragged herself up on weary paws, thinking of the ceremony she was to conduct today. Finding a particularly visible spot, she called out the slightly amended summons, "All cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather for a clan meeting!"

Firekit, head held high and dark orange fur freshly groomed, made her way to Thistlemask. What could this be other than her long awaited apprentice ceremony?

Tail placed neatly across her paws and body held proudly, it was only her eyes that gave away any hint of excitement.

The russet kit soon appeared, looking as neatly groomed as Mottlestar could have managed. The deputy beamed a little at the soon-to-be apprentice, feeling deep warmth towards her and her littermates due to her kin-like bond with her mother. "Firekit, step forward." The deputy gave the kit a moment, tail curling over her paws as she waited. "You have reached the age of six moons and are ready to become an apprentice. From now until the day you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Firepaw." Smiling at the molly, she continued. "Your mentor will be Comfreyheart, I trust her kind spirit to guide you well into becoming a warrior."

With that, she dismissed the ceremony, allowing the new duo to become acquainted.