Mothkit's Apprentice Ceremony

[Enigma is a Narcissist]

It was another busy day in the life of the clan deputy; in fact, with Scarredstar gone, it seemed even busier. The brown-and-silver-furred leader had gone off to share tongues with StarClan, leaving his second-in-command in charge for the day - for what reason, Strickenflame knew not, but the ginger tom had never been one to question his leader, no matter how strange his whims could be. Anyway, this was an honor - his very first ceremony, and he wasn't even leader yet! Surely this meant good things were ahead of him? Or at least that he had earned his leader's trust.

Either way, it was his duty to make this young kit an apprentice, and to bestow an apprentice upon this young warrior. So, stepping forward tentatively and leaping upon the high rock (a shudder passed through the tom's hefty frame the moment his paws touched the stone), Strickenflame parted his jaws to utter those powerful, all-known words: "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here for a Clan meeting!" The tom's deep, powerful voice seized the attention of every cat, near or far, sleeping or wide-awake.

His eyes flicked towards a mottled brown she-cat, blending into the crowd quite effectively, but there nonetheless. “Mothkit, you have reached the age of six moons, and it is time for you to be apprenticed. From this day, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Mothpaw. I ask StarClan to watch over you and guide you until you find in your paws the strength and courage of a warrior.”

A few heartbeats later, his gaze found a large ginger tom, around his own size and his own coloring, but many moons younger. He had his doubts about this pairing - both cats seemed far too compatible, which was usually a good thing, but in this case, it was far from it; but it was what Scarredstar had requested, and the one-eyed leader's judgement hadn't wavered yet. So he continued: "Seafang, you are ready to take on an apprentice. You have received excellent training from Raggedclaws, and you have shown yourself to be fierce and brave. You will be the mentor of Mothpaw, and I expect you to pass on all you know to Mothpaw.”

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