~Warriors RP~ ThunderClan, RiverClan, WindClan, ShadowClan

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Stripestar sighed after she heard Swiftclaw's report. "I sort of guessed," she mewed. "I noticed by the way he's been sneaking out and sleeping in late." I would know, she added silently, she had a dark secret that no cat in ShadowClan, or any of the Clans, knew about. (dun dun dun lol) "Maybe having an apprentice will help him. Silverkit and Frostkit are ready to be apprenticed today."

(Do you want Nightpelt to be a mentor to one of them?)
Silverstream purred stronger, "Please Nightpelt, stay longer this time." She mewed.

Nightpelt's body stiffened. "I can't." He said, his voice tense.

"Why not?" Silverstream meowed, pulling away from him.

"Because. Stripestar might guess, and then I would never be able to see you again." He purred, curling around her.

Silverstream smiled. "Well, in the meantime, lets hunt. We can both go back with prey." She whispered. "Besides, I have something important to tell you." She licked his cheek.

Nightpelt grinned, and padded towards the horseplace. "Come'on, there are a lot of mice around there." He nodded towards it.

Silverstream smiled, and padded along beside him, her silver fur standing out like a gem hidden in darkness.
 
"Stormkit, Silverkit, please come forward," Stripestar meowed after all of the cats had gathered. The kits shared excited glances.

"Quick, wash!" Larksong urged, grooming Silverkit's fur vigorously. They were covered in mud and dirt from playing.

"Stop it, Larksong!" Stormkit whined, ducking away. He climbed onto the highrock as Stripestar called him up.

"Stormkit, from this day forward, until you have earned your warrior name, you will be known as Stormpaw. Brackenfur will be your mentor. You earned your skills from Ryewhisker, and I expect you to pass down the same things to Stormpaw." As Brackenfur stepped up, Stormpaw and Brackenfur touched noses.

"Stormpaw! Stormpaw!" The Clan yowled.
 
"Stormkit, Silverkit, please come forward," Stripestar meowed after all of the cats had gathered. The kits shared excited glances.

"Quick, wash!" Larksong urged, grooming Silverkit's fur vigorously. They were covered in mud and dirt from playing.

"Stop it, Larksong!" Stormkit whined, ducking away. He climbed onto the highrock as Stripestar called him up.

"Stormkit, from this day forward, until you have earned your warrior name, you will be known as Stormpaw. Brackenfur will be your mentor. You earned your skills from Ryewhisker, and I expect you to pass down the same things to Stormpaw." As Brackenfur stepped up, Stormpaw and Brackenfur touched noses.

"Stormpaw! Stormpaw!" The Clan yowled.
Nightpelt's ears swiveled, "Stormkit just became Stormpaw." He murmured. "Silverstream, I've got to go." He said, and began to trot away.

"Nightpelt! Wait!" She called, but the large male cat was sprinting away.
Nightpelt slunk into the camp, his fur soaking wet. He had swam in the river - which he hated - to wash Silverstream's scent from his body. He sat in the back of the crowd, his eyes locked on the pretty figure of Silverkit. Maybe, maybe... He hoped.
 
Silverkit stepped onto the highrock, her eyes shining like blue sapphires.

"Silverkit, you have reached the age of six moons, and it is time for you to be apprenticed," Stripestar meowed. "From this day on, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Silverpaw. Your mentor will be... Nightpelt."
 
Silverkit stepped onto the highrock, her eyes shining like blue sapphires.

"Silverkit, you have reached the age of six moons, and it is time for you to be apprenticed," Stripestar meowed. "From this day on, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Silverpaw. Your mentor will be... Nightpelt."
Nightpelt's eyes brightened. He stood, and smiled broadly at Silverpaw.
 
(Queens usually have anywhere from 1-5, it's your decision though)
 
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