Moonkit’s Apprentice Ceremony

Some parts of Sageroot’s job just never got old. The fawn tabby was in a particularly cheerful mood today as she climbed the Highrock.

“Let all cats safe from the bramble’s thorn gather beneath the Highrock for a clan meeting!” After a moment of thought, she repeated the call in Feral and sign.

The dark-furred tom lazily looked at the clearing when the deputy called. His peaceful kithood days flew by and now he had grown into a lanky young cat with too much free time given the lack of responsibilities of a kit. Moonkit stood up and stretched his body, abandoning the cool of the shade to attend the clan meeting. His yellow eyes looked up to the Highrock, wondering whether this would finally be his apprentice ceremony.

Sageroot smiled sympathetically at the young tom. This was no weather to be doing anything in, but alas, life must go on. “Moonkit, please step forward. You have reached the age of six moons and are ready to be apprenticed. From now until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Moonpaw. Your mentor will be Redsun. Redsun, you have many qualities I respect, and your other apprentice is progressing well in his training. I trust you can handle a second.”

Redsun stood from his place in the crowd, turning his chin up to face Sageroot. "Thank you for entrusting his training to me!" The short warrior approached the new apprentice on quick steps. Forgetting his own strength, in his excitement he perhaps touched noses with Moonpaw with more force than he'd meant to. Oops. "I'm Redsun! We'll start first thing in the morning tomorrow while it's cool, yeah? You can get settled into your new den."