Sweetkit's Apprentice Ceremony

"Let all cats safe from the bramble's thorns gather beneath the Highrock for a clan meeting!"

The new call felt odd on Acornstem's tongue as she stood up on the Highrock but she had been relieved when Mottlestar had come to her with the idea to change it up - both feeling uncomfortable using the previous one with the harsh hunting season. Of course, with the current plan to leave the territory happening in a matter of sunrises... A sigh escaped her - it had been Mottlestar's choice and she had to support her leader. She knew it was for the best but it still made her fur prickle at the thought. It had been strange enough to live in Fourtrees for those few moons when she was young...To leave all together...?

But it wasn't for her sake - no it was for the Clan's. They were struggling - cats were dying but there was still kits in the nursery. One less - which was good, less kits to wrangle for the trip was best. Her heart hurt however as she spared a glance towards the nursery - Rosethorn ought to be here to witness Sweetkit's ceremony...She knew Firefly was mourning her sister's loss - the whole Clan was, to be honest - and she wish she knew how to be there for them... But she could be there for her family - and that started by Sweetkit becoming an apprentice.

Strutting out of the nursery with her fuzzy tail high in the air and her head held up, she padded up to the base of Highrock, her olive gaze focused on Acornstem like a warrior focused on a piece of prey. It was about time that her and her sister got their apprentice titles and she deserved this more than any-cat. "Finally," she huffed with a sly smile, making sure it was loud enough for those around her to hear. Standing still, she didn't bother sitting down and waited for the deputies next words, though if she didn't hurry it up she might just start saying them herself.

Acornstem watched with an amused expression at Sweetkit's strut from the nursery - ears twitching as she picked up the kit's words. She rolled her eyes, holding back a good-natured snort as she lifted her head. Very well then, she wouldn't keep Sweetkit waiting any longer. "I've called you all here to witness another joyous moment of our apprentice dens growing ever larger," she called out, before she fixed her eyes onto Sweetkit with a smile. "Sweetkit, please step forward. You have reached the age of six moons and thus apprenticeship. From this moment forward, you will be known as Sweetpaw. Your mentor will be Comfreyheart, I trust that she will pass on everything she knows to you," she meowed, glancing over at the older warrior. She had complete faith that the she-cat could handle this energetic apprentice and gave her a content nod.

Comfreyheart... she didn't know much about the dark-pelted warrior, but as long as she was strong and able to train her to be the best and coolest warrior, she supposed she'd do. Making her way over to her mentor, she looked up at the she-cat with a purposeful gaze. "You better be a good warrior Comfy-whatever, I need someone strong and fierce to train me," the newly named Sweetpaw spoke in a bossy manner.

Larkpaw sat at the side, watching her sister's ceremony with the same interest as she would watch a bird fly across the sky. That is to say, no interest. Still, at the end of it she joined her voice to her clanmates', and made her way to her sister as soon as possible. "Congrats," She mewed without a hint of emotion in her voice.

"Thanks sis!" Sweetpaw mewed with delight as her sister joined the crowd. While Larkpaw was a cat of few words, no one would ever understand her like her own sister and she was glad that they were a part of each other's lives, especially with the lack of parental guidance they'd received from such an early age...