I'm going to spare you all the horribleness of filler chapters for now. Plus I'm really bored, so... Yeah.
"Whisperkit! Wake up!"
"Yeah, Whisperkit! You don't want to miss your own cerimony, do you?"
"Get up, you lousy ball of fur!"
The last one, Whisperkit knew, must have been Moonkit. The blue she-cat nudged her in a not-so-gentle fashion, in a failed attempt to rouse her. Whisperkit didn't budge- not for her bratty little sister. But she finally let her eyelids flicker open when her mother whispered into her ear, "Now you need to wake up, little one. Your brother's waiting for you."
She leapt to her paws and bounded away towards the Highrock. There, at the bottom of Highrock, was Smallkit, pride shining in his amber eyes. No, she couldn't abandon him now and leave him as the only apprentice his age. Nothing could make her do it.
Whisperkit croutched down beside him and purred. He purred back, a rough, echoing sound. He'd grown so very strong these past three moons.
Robinstar was perched at the top of Highrock. It seemed like she'd already given the call, for cats began to converge below her. She gazed down proudly at her Clan, her warm green eyes stopping at Smallkit and Whisperkit. They looked back, just as proud.
Robinstar snapped her head back to the center of the crowd and called out, "Cats of ThunderClan! Now is the time for me to begin one of my favorite duties as a leader." she leapt off of the Highrock and came to stand by Whisperkit and her brother. "Smallkit and Whisperkit are ready for thier apprentice names. I have thought long and hard on who should mentor them, and now they are ready. Smallkit," she turned to the gray-and-white patched tom. "From this moment on, until you recieve your warrior name, you shall be known as Smallpaw." she turned slowly to the dark brown tabby tom that had carried Whisperkit into the Clan. "Stripedpelt, you are by now quite ready for your first apprentice. You will mentor young Smallpaw."
He bowed his head gratefully. "Thank you, Robinstar," Stripedpelt murmured. He padded up to Smallpaw and touched his noses with his new apprentice.
Robinstar smiled down at Whisperkit, an odd look in her eyes. Hope? Promise? Maybe Whisperkit would never know. She looked away, pretending not to notice.
"Now you, Whisperkit. From this moment on, until recieveing your warrior name, you shall be known as Whisperpaw. And as for your mentor..." she didn't have to look very far to find the cat she was looking for. In fact, she looked just to her left, at the ThunderClan deputy. "Thicketfur, you are ready for another apprentice. You will mentor Whisperpaw."
The Clan was in an uproar, cheering the new apprentice's names. "Smallpaw! Whisperpaw!" just like before, only three moons ago. Only this time, it seemed like less of a "welcome," and more of a "congratulations."
This time she would be losing something, rather than gaining everything.
Now there would be none of bossy Gorsekit, none of silly Ivykit, no pushy Moonkit, no quiet Whitekit. Just her and Smallpaw, against the world, just like always.
Whisperpaw sighed as she touched her nose to Thicketfur's, not really concentrating on the cerimony. She didn't deserve any of this anyway, she was born a rouge, and she was abused because that's what was supposed to happen! Her mother should have left her to die...
No! Whisperpaw shook her head to clear her mind. "What am I thinking?" she murmured to herself. She was a ThunderClan apprentice. She had waited her six moons, now she deserved this. She'd earned it! No matter what her murky heritage was. She was just a little... depressed is all.
Whisperpaw could just hear Robinstar tell the apprentices to go out with thier mentors, like background music in a crowded room. Thicketfur approached her, smiling as she came, her green eyes full of laughter.
"Whisperpaw, you seem distracted," she commented. "How 'bout we go explore the territory? Stripedpelt is taking Smallpaw out too. Let's go join them." Whisperpaw almost didn't notice as her mentor padded away.
She darted through the undergrowth after her.