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The marshlands were relatively quiet that morning. Golden rays had just started to start peaking out from behind the clouds and sent a golden mist to surround Froststorm as she trotted along back towards the Mistclan camp. Within her jaws was a medium yield of fresh kill. It was a common occurrence for Froststorm to go out early, oftentimes being the first Warrior out fo the den. It was nice to go out and patrol the territory when the sun starts rising, the scenery and feeling of peace rushing over her. She knew that it was more dangerous with the killings going on, but she was confident of her fighting ability, especially against a single opponent. But this was the last morning of her routine, she had an Apprentice to focus on now and if anything did happen to her, it wasn't just she that would suffer those wounds. Nightpaw would lose precious instruction and training.

As she entered she noticed a few other early risers and dipped her head in greeting. She placed her hunting spoils upon the fresh-kill pile and picked out a nice piece for herself, carrying it off towards the Poolstone having expected that any day now Skykit would be getting his chance to join the Apprentices of the clan. Her head moved over towards Shadestar who was just getting to his feet, dodging some water from the reeds. Froststorm felt a pang of humor hit her as she watches this but said nothing, instead just carefully halving her fish for her Apprentice and settling down.

And then the call came out. Froststorm picked up her fish and padded over to the Poolstone, keeping her eye out for her Apprentice so she could tell him she had his breakfast. She was planning a heavy training that day and wanted the young cat to be prepared. She chuckles a bit as Mottledpaw came bounding up and spoke about the lack of room and then carefully placed her head down upon her paws to wait for Skykit to be prepared.
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"Skykit! Please hold still, I haven't finished your bath. Do you [i]want[/i] to appear a muffed up kitten up there or the next great warrior?" Skykit laughed happily and rubbed his body against his mother who let out another sigh of frustration as he messed up her work. "Hold still." She commanded, even with a bit of humor in her voice. Skykit rolled his eyes but did his best to remain still. Those that knew him would notice that while he did seem to be still, his front paw continued scuffing around on the ground. Skykit was almost physically incapable of being still, even in his sleep which his fellow Apprentices would soon find out.

Finally, he was ready, his fur groomed perfectly, and looking like a fine upstanding young cat. His mother, Gingertalon nodded to him and then moved to stand outside the den to wait for the call. 

Within the den, all by himself, Skykit could feel his heart beating quickly. He swallowed the lump in his throat and started pacing back and forth. It was getting faster and faster until finally, he heard the yowl of Shadestar and his blood ran cold. This was it, and sure enough not long after his mother moved down the tunnel and nodded to him. Skykit slowly padded out of the den and his eyes widened as he saw all of his Clanmates sitting around and waiting for HIM. He took a deep breath and then narrowed his eyes. This was his time, he was ready and he would hold himself well. 

After taking a moment he took his first steps to become a Warrior by padding forward towards Shadestar. His sleek coat gleamed as he moved, tail up in pride and ears flicking occasionally. He only stopped when he was within the area he had seen other kits stop and fought down the urge to shrink back, and instead sat with a straight back, his right paw occasionally messing with the dust.
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