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ON WITH THE CHAPTERRRR
Snowkit watched Barkstar begin climb up the Clan-Rock, studying the rock's height, as well as the numerous cracks in it.
None of them look too big. Snowkit thought. She saw a tiny rock falling from it as the clan's leader scrambled up to the top.
If Nightkit's killer was there, I'd love to see that rock crumble to pieces.
"All cats old enough to catch their own fresh-kill, gather beneath the Clan-Rock for a meeting!" Barkstar yowled out. Cats began to make their ways to the Clan-Rock, one of them nearly tripping over Snowkit. The snowy white she-kit just sat where she was.
Suddenly, she felt something nudge her, and saw her mother Cloudtuft standing behind her, urging her to go on. Snowkit hesitantly got up, before hastily making her way to the Clan-Rock.
Barkstar looked at her, before calling out, "Today, we gather here to celebrate one of the most important ceremonies a clan can have; Snowkit has reached six moons today and will become an apprentice today."
Snowkit felt eyes burn into her pelt, but she was too focused to notice them fully.
"Frostwhisker, you are a skilled warrior, and I believe you will train this apprentice properly. Are you up to the task?"
Frostwhisker glanced at Snowkit for a split second, before saying, "Of course I am, Barkstar."
Barkstar nodded, shuffling his paws a bit.
"Good. Snowkit, until you have earned your warrior name, you shall be called Snowpaw. Now, everyone, as you were."
As Frostwhisker lead her out of camp, forgetting the part where they had to touch noses, Snowpaw couldn't help but feel trepidation as she walked out of camp. She was leaving camp, the place where she'd be safe from evil brother murders.
What if I meet a fox or a badger? Or a killer? Or Nightkit's killer?! Or all three?!
With that, they two cats walked out of camp, one a bit hesitantly. They were greeted by lush green forest showered with golden light, as opposed to the dark, nearly unseeable pitch-black nights Snowpaw had seen the few times she'd attempted to sneak out of camp to look for her brother's grave.
A small bush moved and its leaved ruffled, slightly startling Snowpaw. She saw a mouse quickly running out of it, and mentally sighed.
If I get startled by something as little as that, there's no doubt I'll never be a warrior!
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chapter
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decided that i should write shorter chapters and try to have quicker update times
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also sorry for the redundancy of Nightkit's killer but it's important to the plot.
QOTD: If you were a new apprentice, and it was your first time out of camp, what would your emotions be?