I'm not gonna do any rated M stuff in the future btw. I see a lot of those fanfics for some reason. Don't get your hopes up or anything is what I'm saying. Romance sure.
"Swampkit, you have reached six moons of age, and it is time for you to be apprenticed. From now until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Swamppaw. I hope Tornfoot will pass down all he knows on to you."
Who was that? Swampkit, Swamppaw, supposed she would find out soon.
"Tornfoot." A rough-looking cat stepped forward, looking a bit miffed. His fur was black and grey, and Swamppaw noticed the large scar running from one of his front paws up his leg. "You are ready to take on an apprentice. You have received excellent training from Grasswhisker, and have shown yourself to be strong and cognizant. I hope you will pass all you know onto Swamppaw."
Swamppaw approached the tom in front of the fallen log where the leader stood. She regarded him curiously before touching noses with him. He didn't seem particularly happy with the situation, but allowed it to happen without protest.
After the ceremony, Swamppaw approached Tornfoot and looked at him expectantly. She was full of energy, but didn't want to betray that to him. He seemed like the type of cat who didn't like kits much. "What should we do?" she asked as calmly as she could. Her tail fidgeted behind her.
He looked at her, approving in the slightest. "What we will do now is grab some food from the freshkill pile. I haven't eaten for all of today, and I'm starving."
Happy, Swamppaw followed the tom to the freshkill pile. He grabbed a plump fish and retreated to a corner of the camp to devour it hungrily. Swamppaw herself selected a much smaller fish and ate next to him. When they were done, they deposited the fish bones in the designated trash zone to decompose.
"Now," spoke Tornfoot, "We will collect moss."
Her excitement fell.