Despite all the trouble that I got into yesterday, I'm really excited. I was actually up before Birchkit this morning. That's saying something. Oh yeah, I need to fill you in. We're ('we' being me and Birchkit) at the foot of Highrock waiting to be appointed to our mentors. Fidgeting. Well, I'm fidgeting. Normally, Birchkit would barely be able to sit still, but after what happened to Sparrowkit yesterday, she's been, well, un-Birchkit-ish. I mean, she's usually bright and chirpy, and even though it gets on my nerves sometimes, it's kinda comforting.
Boulderstar's voice drags me from my thoughts.
"We have assembled here today to appoint two new apprentices." He glances around the clearing, then continues. "Birchkit," She stiffens. "Your mentor will be Longfur. Longfur, you have shown courage, responsibility, stamina and you have proved to be an exceptional mentor in the past. I know you will pass on your incredible abilities to Birchkit. Birchkit, from this moment onward, you will be known as Birchpaw."
He fixes his amber-eyed gaze on me. "Thunderkit, your mentor will be Cloudstorm. Cloudstorm, you have shown independence, bravery and loyalty. I hope you will pass these traits on to your first apprentice. Thunderkit, from this moment onward, you will be known as Thunderpaw."
When Boulderstar has finished speaking, Longfur and Cloudstorm walk forward and touch our noses with theirs.
After being congratulated about a thousand times, I go to the medicine cat's den to see Sparrowkit. And maybe to gloat a little bit. He was really happy to see me though. In his own special way.
"Oh, so you remembered that I'm alive."
"Hi, Sparrowkit. How's that leg doing?"
"It burns. A lot. But that's not important." Saying his problems aren't important? If I knew that injuring Sparrowkit would make him nicer, I would've clawed him long ago.
"Thunderpaw! After you left yesterday, Elmfur and Boulderstar were talking about a prophesy and I think-"
"Sparrowkit," Elmfur says, suddenly appearing behind me. "How's that leg doing?"
"Fine Elmfur." Sparrowkit mews quietly, looking down.
Elmfur turns to me. "Thunderpaw, I think your mentor wants you."
"Thunderpaw!" Cloudstorm calls.
Uncanny...
"Bye, Sparrowkit, I'll tell you all about being an apprentice!" I say, smirking.
If I'm part of a prophesy, why isn't anybody telling me?