Disclaimer: I do not own Warriors.
Rainkit padded up to Nightwind. "May I watch you?" she mewed. "I want to see all your herbs and stuff."
"Why?" Nightwind asked.
Rainkit looked at him, her wide, kit's eyes penetrating his mind with their innocence. "One of the other kits was saying how he had been in here before, and how amazing it was with all the different things. I wanted to see."
"I suppose, would you like me to show you to everything?" Nightwind mewed, happily thinking at the same time about what this might do to help or prevent the prophecy.
"No, I wanted to play with Flamekit in a while. But he's sleeping, so I decided to come here. He'll get me later when he wakes up," she explained in a not-kit-like expression. "But you can show me whatever you want. I feel interested in this right now."
"Okay, then, let's go." Nightwind walked over to his stashes of herbs and grabbed a mouthful of small, black objects. "These are poppy seeds," he stated. "They are useful in most situations: bellyache, pain, toothache…" Nightwind rambled on about the uses of the poppy seed, and to his surprise, Rainkit was letting each sentence, each word, soak into her mind and memory. Her eyes were focused intently on him, ears facing forward to catch everything he said. She looks hopeful, the medicine cat thought, smiling inwardly.
He went on, showing the glossy, silver kit various herbs, telling her their names and uses. He had shown her quite a bit, and she never yawned, faltered, or let movements or objects distract her, and she hardly ever blinked both eyes at once. Then Flamekit bounded in. "Ready?" he growled playfully.
"Yes," Rainkit replied. "Hold on just a moment." Rainkit got up, helped Nightwind put away everything he had taken out, then told him, "Thank you, Nightwind. That was interesting. I'll come by later if you're not busy. Tonight I'll consider being your apprentice, then tell you tomorrow morning, is that okay?"
"Sure," agreed Nightwind. "Have fun with Flamekit."
"Thank you!" Rainkit purred, then ran out to join Flamekit.
"May all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here to the Highrock!" Dawnstar yowled. "We have two kits who are now six moons of age, and is ready are become apprentices. Come forth, Rainkit and Flamekit." The two kits, silver and golden-red, approached the Highrock. Flamekit rushed forth excitedly, but Rainkit was tentative, taking small and cautious pawsteps, as if she might step on a booby trap.
"I call upon my warrior ancestors to look down upon these apprenctices. Flamekit, from now on, you shall be called Flamepaw, and Rainkit, you shall be Rainpaw."
"Flamepaw! Rainpaw! Flamepaw! Rainpaw!" The Clan cried out in unison. The chant had an odd rhyming sound to it.
"Dragonclaw, you are ready for a new apprentice. I ask you to take everything you know about being a warrior and pass it down to Flamepaw." Dragonclaw stepped forth and nodded, then he and his new apprentice leaned toward each other and touched noses. Then they both turned to face Rainkit.
"Rainkit has decided not to become a warrior," Dawnstar continued, "but a medicine cat. Nightwind, will you pass down all you know to Rainpaw, so that she may one day be as great a medicine cat as you?"
Nightwind strode proudly out of the crowd, and leaned forth and touched noses with Rainpaw. "I shall."