Fogkit's Apprentice Ceremony

The recent surge of ceremonies had not gone unnoticed by Fogkit. His friend, Celandinepaw had recently been named; so had a few warriors. As Wolfblossom's words rung out through the camp once again, he felt the excitement bubbling in the pit of his stomach. He knew he was approaching the age of the apprentices, yet he tried not to get his hopes up. There still was possibility that this was not his ceremony. Still, he trotted over quickly, grey fur disheveled by the wind. He gazed up at the deputy on the branch, eyes unwavering. Was this the moment he'd been dreaming about for his whole (albeit short so far) life?

Only time would tell. Luckily, Fogkit found himself a patient cat. He'd survived six moons of waiting, and he could last a few more moments as the rest of the clan settled in. He glanced back at his mother, emerging from the nursery. She gave him an encouraging smile. He nodded at her before returning his focus to the front. Although the look on his face was expressionless, he was internally overjoyed. He wished he could make himself seem more excited, but emotions weren't his strong suit. He glanced around at the gathered cats, all of them waiting for the news. He'd practiced his exact words many times at night, so there was no possibility of him making a mistake. Making any mistake, especially at his apprentice ceremony, was one of his greatest fears.

At the sound of his name, Fogkit stepped forward, following her instructions. His assumption confirmed, he could hardly believe it was really happening. It was so interesting to him how a cat's entire identity changed in a matter of a few seconds. The name was one of those big changes. He'd soon be Fogpaw. But further than that, he would move up in the clan's hierachy. He'd have more freedom, more oppurtunities, and more duties. He was becoming a providing member of the clan, rather than one who was being provided for. He reveled in the power that the leader and deputy held, how they could do so much with only a few words. It was almost intimidating, but he tried his hardest to push down his nerves and accept the change with grace.

A small smile spread on his face at the announcement of his new name and his mentor. It felt surreal to hear himself referred to as 'Fogpaw,' and the chants echoing around him felt dreamlike. He dipped his head slightly and turned around, searching for Crookedlight. Although they hadn't formally met, he was somewhat acquainted with most of the warriors in the clan. He was a younger warrior, but Fogpaw was still ecstatic to study under him. The older tom had moons of experience as an apprentice and now-warrior, and the new apprentice wanted to learn as much as he could. He approached the warrior silently, the smile on his face the only indication of his excitement. His tail flicked slightly in greeting.