The next morning, Snowkit and Skykit became apprentices. The ceremony was short, as all the cats wanted to sit in vigil for the lost lives from the battle. That night, Snowpaw and Skypaw sat beside their parents, tears dripping silently down their muzzles.
Everything was going so wrong for the two apprentices! Their parents were in Starclan, their mentors couldn't teach them much until the other cats were looked after, and then the weather became stormy... Soon it was very hard to think of something good.
3 moons later:
Snowpaw tumbled out of the apprentice den just as her mentor Soaringrock called her name. It was time to hunt for fresh-kill. "Welcome Snowpaw." Soaringrock said. "We're going to hunt, and then maybe try out some new fighting stances later." Snowpaw nodded and flicked her tail back and forth. So the two cats left the camp and began to search for prey. Soon a thrush came into view, Soaringrock stopped walking and slowly covered Snowpaw's mouth with his thin orange tail. "Look over there." He meowed quietly, Snowpaw looked over at the thrush, and without any warning at all, she pounced on top of the bird and killed it with one swipe of her paw to the thrush's neck. Snowpaw buried the thrush happily and then looked at Soaringrock. She impatiently flicked her tail and beckoned with her paw towards a rabbit sitting about ten bounds away.
Soon Snowpaw and Soaringrock had gathered all the fresh-kill that they could, and they carried it all in their mouths and padded off to the Treeclan camp. Woodpelt (Woodpaw) Greeted them outside and watched as they carefully set the fresh-kill down onto the growing pile, and padded away to the apprentice den. "Snowpaw I'm very proud of you. You've learned quickly and you're the best hunter I've seen in years!" Snowpaw ducked her head embarrassedly and shuffled her paws in the dirt. The faint red glow in her cheeks made Soaringrock chuckle. "Alright now, away with you!" And he walked away towards Nightstar's den for a chat. When he had reached the den he called out. "Nightstar. I would like to talk to you." The Treeclan leader walked out of his den, his massive black body shining in the sun.
"Yes? What is it Soaringrock?"
"I've come to talk to you about warrior ceremonies. Snowpaw is currently the best fresh-kill catcher I have ever seen, and she also is very good in battle. And I know that Skypaw is also doing very well." Windears, who was Skypaws mentor, heard this remark as he passed, and he turned around to face the two cats.
"Yes, he is doing very well. Just yesterday he beat me in a little fight... I'm not young anymore..." Windears meowed sadly. Soaringrock and Nightstar chuckled and resumed the conversation.
"So I'm guessing that you'd like it soon?"
"Before the the next gathering would be fine.." Soaringrock said, then he asked. "Silkpaw, Stormpaw, and Rosepaw will be becoming warriors as well then?"
Nightstar nodded. One of the elders saw the two cats talking and limped over, he greeted the leader, and then said quietly. "Nightstar.
you'd better go and talk to Littlecloud, she had a vision last night while she was taking care of my leg. She said it was nothing but I know very well what it was. She seems troubled too..."
"Thank-you Wrongfoot, yes.. I shall speak to Littlecloud." Nightstar nodded his head and Wrongfoot retreated back to his friends.
Soaringrock looked at Nightstar and then shook his head, as if deciding it wasn't his business. And then he said goodbye to the leader and padded off towards the warrior den.
Oooh! A little mystery! Please review!