BOOK TWO, CHAPTER 1 Part of the Thrushclan series ------------------------------------------ Woodstar stood on top of the highrock. "May all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather for a clan meeting!" Rosekit poked her head out of the nursery, her orange eyes gleaming in excitement. Her apprentice ceremony! Her mother, Dawnfeather (also the deputy) appeared from behind her. "Hurry, Rosekit!" The kit hurried to the side of the rock and sat beside her mother. Her father, Thornlight, was in the crowd of cats gathered beneath the rock. "Rosekit has reached the age of 6 moons and is ready to be apprenticed." Woodstar looked at the kit. "Rosekit, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and be loyal to the clan?" Rosekit didn't respond so Dawnfeather nudged her. "I do." She squeaked. Woodstar nodded at her niece. "Good, then your apprentice name with be Rosepaw. Your mentor will be Snowfeather." Snowfeather walked up to his apprentice, his white fur shining in the sunlight. "Okay-" Woodstar began, but was interrupted by a cat bursting into camp. It was Bluestorm, the medicine cat. Bluestorm was carrying a kit. "I found him on the thunderpath!" Woodstar's eyes flashed. That was the same thing that happened to her and Dawnfeather. "He looks ill." Bluestorm continued. "Let's take him in." Woodstar said instantly. "No! We can't just take in a rouge kit!" A cat called out from the crowed. Yowls of agreement rose from the clan. "We will take him in." Woodstar commanded. "This is his apprentice ceremony too. His name will be Icepaw, and Thornlight will be his mentor. Meeting dismissed." Rosepaw was upset. Her apprentice ceremony was ruined! She narrowed her eyes at Icepaw, who was being carried into the medicine cat den by Bluestorm.
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