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-Chapter 2-
"Snowkit, it's time for your apprentice ceremony. Hold still while I lick you." mewed the white and gray she-cat.
Footsteps came trotting to the entrance of this small den. "Hey, Whitewhisker. May I come in?" called a voice just outside.
"Of course DarkSpot." called the white and gray she-cat. A massive dark gray tom entered the small den. He had a dark brown spot on his chest.
Angel ran to the back corner of the den away from the entrance. "Who are you?" Angel squeaked, fear in her eyes.
The dark gray tom went over to Angel. "I'm Darkspot." Angel continued to stare at him as if he was crazy. "Your father." Darkspot turned to the white and gray she-cat. "What's wrong with Snowkit. Is she nervous about being an appetence Whitewhisker?"
"I don't know what is wrong Darkspot. Every other month she acts like she doesn't know us." Whitewhisker replied.
"And she won't play with me when she is acting like this." Added Stormkit.
Darkspot leaned closer to Angel. "I know your nervous Snowkit, but all will be okay. You'll see. Everyone will be glad to see that we have two more apprentices."
"Everyone?" Angel squeaked.
"Of course. All of your clanmates will be glad for the extra help. Now come on, the ceremony is about to start."
All four cats exited the small den. When Angel's eyes adjusted to the bright light, her mouth quickly dropped. There were cats everywhere. Some were sitting and eating what appeared to rabbit. Others were sunning and bathing. Angel tail shot up. This is my kind of life.
Angel looked around. Six dens surrounded this big soft dirt clear spot. Beautiful trees surrounded their little community. She looked to the center. A big stone lay in the center. A blue tabby with white feet jumped on top of it. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own pray gather around the great stone for a clan meeting."
All the cats got up and started to go to the stone. Some more cats popped out of the dens. There had to be at least 20 cats. Darkspot, Whitewhisker, and Stormkit started to walk to the stone. "Are you coming Snowkit?" mewed Stormkit.
Angel slowly walked to her so-called parents. Her eyes were darting back and forth. What is going on? Who are these cats? What do they want from me? All the cats were staring at Angel and Stormkit. Darkspot and Whitewhisker stopped next to some massive cats, while Stormkit continued to the center, right in front of the stone. "Go on Snowkit. Go sit by your sister." Whitewhiskr mewed and licked her ear. "I'm so proud of both of you."
Slowly she walked and sat next to Stormkit. "I'm so excited," squeaked Stormkit.
The blue tabby jumped down and sat in front of the kits. "I, Rainstar, Leader of WinterClan, call upon our warrior ancestors. The kits are excited to learn your ways of the noble code." Rainstar paused and looked around the clearing. "Do you Stormkit and Snowkit promise to protect this clan, even at the cost of your life?"
"I do." Stormkit called proudly.
Angel looked around. "I do too?" she mewed quietly uncertain that was what she was supposed to say.
"Stormkit, until you earn your warrior name you will be known as Stormpaw. Your mentor will be Mintnose. I hope you train her as well as you trained Darkspot." Mewed Rainstar with a smile. A tabby she-cat walked to Stormpaw. The two cats touched noses and sat in an available spot.
"Snowkit, until you earn your warrior name you will be known as Snowpaw. Blacktail will be your mentor. Train her well to catch many fresh-kill and defend our clan for all our beliefs." A white tom with a black tail leaned over to touch noses. I guess I have to touch noses with him. Angel leaned up and touched his nose.
"Angel, are you going to stay up there all day?" Angel nearly jumped out of her fur.
"Huh. What?" She looked down from the cat tree. Koko was at the bottom staring at her.
"You sleep too much you know that?" Koko mewed.
"Yeah. I think I do too." She replied. This is such a boring life. If only I was really Snowpaw. I could be apart of something bigger than feeding and sleeping.
