Boarkit's Apprentice Ceremony

Subject: Boarkit's Apprentice Ceremony Sun 3 Mar 2024 - 2:03

"All cats old enough to silently stalk in the shadows, please gather in the shadow of the Jaggedrock for a Clan meeting!" With certain kits making problems of themselves, Sablestrike almost didn't want to hold this ceremony. There was much work that needed to be done to replace the damaged moss around camp, but in the end having another apprentice that wouldn't be a problem would only help them moving forward. Not that Shadowclan needed the extra paws at this point. They had been growing at such a fast pace that their warriors would soon have to take on double the apprentices. As a matter of fact, a few of them already had two apprentices. If anything they needed the kits to vacate the nursery as soon as possible to reduce how crowded the nursery was.

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Subject: Re: Boarkit's Apprentice Ceremony Sun 3 Mar 2024 - 7:54

Boarkit

Ghost in your house
Ghost in your arms

A tufted ear flicked as he heard the ceremony call, the tom peeking out from the nursery's entrance. Boarpaw had been growing like a weed, filling out and certainly not helping with the crowding issue. Boarkit had also been counting the days for when he would be apprenticed, every night glancing at the moon to watch it shrink and fill with the passage of time. He knew he was getting close, if he wasn't already the right age, and had started paying much more attention to each ceremony Sablestrike called.

He padded over to the growing crowd on oversized paws, amber eyes locking onto the deputy. Perhaps this one was for him, the kit itching to leave the confines of camp.

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Subject: Re: Boarkit's Apprentice Ceremony Sun 3 Mar 2024 - 19:46

Just as he expected, the kit that caught his eye was the size of an apprentice already. Surely the nursery had become too small for him, but soon enough he would be able to relish in the extra space the apprentice den provided. "Boarkit please step forward."

"You have reached the age of six moons and are ready to become an apprentice. From this day on until you earn you warrior name you will be known as Boarpaw. Your mentor will be Snaildance. She is a kind warrior that has earned her place in this clan, may she guide you well."

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Subject: Re: Boarkit's Apprentice Ceremony Sun 3 Mar 2024 - 21:43

Though of course she'd been asked about her becoming a mentor, somehow hearing her own name come out of Sablestrike's mouth still surprised her. Like Snaildance had half expected those plans to change without her knowledge. Her chest felt like a leaf twirling through the air as she quickly made her way to the young tom, eagerly touching her nose to his own. "Are you excited?" She had to pretend she hadn't noticed Boarpaw watching owlishly in recent ceremonies, as cute as it was.

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Subject: Re: Boarkit's Apprentice Ceremony Mon 4 Mar 2024 - 17:40

Boarpaw

Ghost in your house
Ghost in your arms

Boarkit instantly perked up at the sound of his name, his heart skipping a beat in surprise and excitement. Eyes wide with awe, the young tom stepped forward to receive his name. Boarpaw. It was such a little verbal change, but it granted far more permissions than -kit ever did. A small purr rumbled in his throat.

His head twisted to search the crowd of cats for his new mentor, but she found him first, approaching him with infectious enthusiasm. His bobbed tail twitched back and forth, a sign of his own excitement that his face failed to emote. He pressed his nose to hers, kneading the ground as eager energy sought any outlet. "A little." He responded, a dead lie. His monotone cadence might have facilitated the bluff well if there weren't a multitude of other tells saying otherwise. "What will we be doing first?"

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