Hallo! 2nd update! Yay! Finally!

Just for people that may or may not read this, we will update stories every month or so! Just sayin'! Sorry about this chapter being smaller than the last, but hopefully the suspense makes up for that… ;) Four moons have passed since the last update~

Risestar emerged from her den, sitting down on the ledge jutting out from the bottom of it. "All cats, old and small, please come out of you dens to witness the naming ceremony of 3 kits."

Sorrelkit's mother, Rabbitfoot was furiously licking Sorrelkit's tabby fur. "You need to look perfect for your apprentices ceremony," Her mew was slightly muffled from Sorrelkit's fur. Sorrelkit finally got out of her mother's rough licks and ran up to the foot of the den where the ceremony was happening.

Tremblepetal purred at her kits. "You've made it, hah! I thought you wouldn't, my darlings..." she nuzzled them, and they purred at her. "Be good apprentices, and then you can do wherever you want..." she smiled as her kits exchanged glances. They could do whatever they wanted anyway. "Yes mum." they said. "Now go, and tidy yourselves up." she nodded at their messy pelts. They nodded and raced to the rock, not bothering themselves with grooming as they mother chuckled.

Sorrelkit puffed out her chest and raised her muzzle high, trying to contain the excitement of becoming an apprentice hidden.

Risestar called Sorrelkit forward. "Sorrelkit! Do you agree to obey the warrior code until your death, and respect your mentor and elders?"

Sorrelkit stood up, "I do!" She shouted excitedly.

Risestar raised her voice. "Then i declare Swiftsleet your mentor, and Sorrelpaw your name." she nodded to the kit, her silvery tail rising behind her.

Sorrelpaw hopped nervously over to Swiftsleet and touched noses with him. She sat down next to his gray fur. Swiftsleet is kinda strict, but kind she thought.

Risestar called Witherkit forward. "Witherkit! Do you agree to obey the warrior code until your death, and respect your mentor and elders?"

Witherkit narrowed her eyes, but nodded. "I do."

Risestar glanced at her uncertainly, but then raised her voice. "Then i declare Winterstorm your mentor, and Witherpaw your name." she nodded to the kit, her silvery tail rising behind her.

Witherpaw dipped her head slightly and headed over to a exuberant Winterstorm.

Risestar cleared her throat, " Mistkit! Do you agree to obey the warrior code until your death, and respect your mentor and elders?" He calmly walked forwards, "I do!" "Then i declare Wolfspot your mentor, and Mistpaw your name." She said.

Witherpaw glances at Deepsnow, a fluffy white she-cat and the sister of Winterstorm and Swiftsleet. She was glaring at her brothers with icy eyes, then turned her head to the leader, a frown on her face. Suddenly, she jerked around and pushed through the crowd. Witherpaw turned her gaze and watches Wolfspot. The older cat has a smug look on his face. She grinned, and idea forming in her head, then whirled on Winterstorm. "Take me around the territory! I really wanna get out of camp." the young cat looked suddenly suspicious, then a faraway look crossed his face. Witherpaw grinned inwardly. He was remembering his first days of apprenticeship, probably. Finally, he consented. "Fine... Let's go!"

Swiftsleet walked over to Winterstorm, "Do you mind if we come with you?" he asked. Sorrelpaw was happy that she was finally an apprentice and she really wanted to go outside the camp. "Sure! Why not?" Winterstorm said.

Witherpaw narrowed her eyes slightly. no... she thought. She groaned as Mistpaw slyly came up and whined, "i wanna go too Wolfspot, it'll be unfair if the all leave without me!" Wolfspot grunted in acknowledgment. Mistpaw smirked at Witherpaw, and she turned away. Then they all trooped out of camp and the older cats began to show them around.

Sorrelpaw followed her mentor through the bramble tunnel and out into the swampy wetlands. She took in a deep breath and smiled, "So much water!" she said, looking past the drier bit to the lake and swamp.

Witherkit looked around. Today was clearer than most other days, but when she looked back she could see the mist rolling in from the direction of the camp. "This is a great day for looking around! You can see everything! Usually, the entire bayou is covered in fog!" Winterstorm says as he nods to where the mud meets water. "We usually hunt frogs, and maybe fish, and sometimes water vole. Part of your training will be to learn to climb and hunt from the trees in the lake. Now, maybe we can take them on route to the meeting place?"

Sorrelpaw nodded intently, listening to Winterstorm with ears pricked. Swiftsleet prodded Sorrelkit with one paw, "Follow me." he said, and then louder he said, "Sorrelpaw and I are gonna go off on our own, if that's okay." Before waiting for an answer, he turned around and started walking in the direction of the mist.

Winterbreeze watched his brother leave, his head cocked to the side. Suddenly, Mistpaw yowled. Winterbreeze glared around frantically, and spotted Mistpaw yards away in the branches of a tree in the lake. "How in Starclan did you get there!? Mistpaw! Can you get down?!" Mistpaw shook his small head and stared down with big eyes. "Help meee!" He screeched. Wolfspot was already climbing up the tree, and Winterbreeze followed, feeling the need to make himself useful. As they were helping a trembling Mistpaw down the tree, they turned back to see that Witherpaw has disappeared.