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Silverflight was already up and about doing her usual rounds of the camp in the early morning light, checking in with various other warriors as they came back from the morning's hunting and border patrols. She past by Badgerlurk and Ravensong giving them both a nod as they placed their catches on the freshkill pile. This leaf-fall had given them a fair amount of prey and thankfully no incursions by any other clans or beasts. Other than the murders they were now contending with, and Starclan's concerning silence, they season had been pleasant so far. 

Her eyes snapped to the Poolstone at Shadestar's call for a meeting. She wove through the crowd of cats that were beginning to gather to her usual spot on the ground next to the stone, nearby their leader. She glanced up to where Shadestar perched on the rock and gave him a respectful nod as she settled onto the slightly damp ground. She was still somewhat unaccustomed to her position as deputy, but she found a natural comfort in organizing the patrols and offering her aid to Shadestar with whatever he needed. [color=00aeef][i]We still need to figure out what to do about these killings and Starclan's silence... I should speak with Shadestar when all of this is over.[/i][/color]

She could feel both excitement and nerves mingling together, but she wasn't sure exactly what was causing it. The murders or the upcoming ceremony. She gave a small smile to her brother Kestrelclaw who had settled himself nearby who immediately returned it. She could tell that the issues that all the clans were dealing with at the moment were still swirling around inside her leader's head. The amount of stress he must be feeling, she couldn't even imagine it, but this was a ceremony for a new apprentice and that was something to be celebrated. She shook her head with an amused smile at Mottledpaw's exclamation, and her eyes swept across the cats as Shadestar called for Skykit.

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Nightpaw's eyes snapped open at the call of Shadestar outside of the apprentice's den. He quickly stood and shook out his fluffy, black pelt not really caring for the bits that were sticking up in various different directions. Pushing his way out of the den he could feel excitement bubbling up, even though this wasn't his own apprentice or warrior ceremony it still meant a new friend in the den other than Mottledpaw. She'd been complaining about losing space in the den but there was only two of them right now, how much of a difference could one more apprentice make.

He bounded quickly out of the apprentice's den and glanced around at the growing crowd. He could see his father nearby with one of the other warriors Badgerlurk. His older siblings were sitting and having a quiet conversation with each other near the entrance to the warriors den, but he couldn't hear anything that they were saying. Probably nothing that interested him anyway. His ears swiveled around as he heard Mottledpaw's familiar voice and chuckled slightly before he saw his mentor, Froststorm settling nearby the Poolstone. He began to weave through the crowd towards her, [color=919191][b]"Excuse me,"[/b][/color] he nearly bumped into Ravensong, [color=919191][b]"Sorry dad."[/b][/color] He flashed his father a grin as he stepped past him.

[color=919191][b]"Morning Froststorm,"[/b][/color] he settled down near the silvery she-cat, keeping his voice fairly quiet as they waited for Skykit to approach, [color=919191][b]"Who do you think is going to mentor Skykit?"[/b][/color] His tail flicked back and forth excitedly as he attempted to sit still. He could remember the excitement and pride during his own apprentice ceremony, so he could only imagine how Skykit was feeling right now. He looked around through the crowd for the smaller tom, and caught sight of him making his way through the throng of cats looking well groomed with excitement gleaming in his eyes.
 
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Lionfang was in the midst of grooming out his fur when the familiar call of Shadestar summoned the clan to the Poolstone. He stood and pushed his way out of the warrior's den brushing past Dawnstep and Flamepelt who were sitting nearby, [color=f7941d][b]"Morning Flamepelt, Dawnstep!"[/b][/color] he chirped to the two of them as he found a place to sit among the gathering of clan cats. Shadestar had sounded stressed, but excited, so he could only guess that this must be Skykit's apprentice ceremony. He himself felt a great deal of excitement. He had no idea who was going to mentor Skykit, but he hoped it would be someone capable. 

He hated the amount of sadness and uncertainty that mingled with the gentle mist and dew in the air, but an apprentice ceremony was sure to up the spirits of the clan. He could see many of the clan now gathered around including their deputy and the other two apprentices. It seemed like everyone felt at least a small trill of excitement for the kit. The clan had been thriving with a fair number of apprentices and warriors with little trouble finding prey and protecting their borders. If only they still had those that they'd lost over the past several moon here as well.

The quiet conversations and chattering that were going on around him began to settle down a bit as Skykit made his way through the crowd, looking both excited and terrified, with his fur reflecting the early morning light. No doubt expertly groomed by Gingertalon. He gave the kit a reassuring grin as he passed by to stand just in front of the Poolstone where Shadestar looked down across all of them. The silence that covered the clan was one of anticipation, especially for the warriors who didn't have an apprentice yet.