You approach Oatkit and Nightkit.

"Finally awake, lazybones?" the Oatkit teases, shaking a claw at you. "It's been mooooonnnnssss since you fell asleep. And!" Her excitement spills over into her words, "If you sleep too long, you might miss the ceremony!" She  adds unnecessarily, "AS IN THE APPRENTICE CEREMONY. WHICH IS TODAY. WHERE WE GET MADE INTO APPRENTICES." Nightkit purrs, bumping his nose against her side. 

"It'll be amazing," he sighs, his yellow eyes sparkling, before adding in a slightly less relaxed meow, "I'm sort of nervous, though..." 

"Nightkit." Oatkit rolls her eyes in irritation, turning to you and flicking her tail at Nightkit's face. "Look at him!" she tells you with an annoyed sigh. "He's been like this AALLLL morning and he barely talks! Come on!" Her light paw swoops in to poke him, but the black kit instinctively dodges away. "Stooooooopppppppppppppp," Oatkit complains, poking her friend again. "You can't be boring forever!" Nightkit frowns, looking hurt. "I'm not boring. I'm just nervous. I mean, I know you never get nervous, but we're becoming apprentices now. What if I mess everything up? What if my mentor doesn't like me? What if-"

"It'll be fine, for StarClan's sake!" Oatkit snaps, irritated. "You worry too much. Everything will be fine. Get it into your thick skull."

Nightkit subsides, still looking anxious. 

"Anyway," she continues loudly, "Nightkit and I were just trading dreams. Did you have any?"

"Umm," you yawn, "I don't think so."

Nightkit giggles softly, interrupting the silence. "Look at those three." 

You follow his gaze and mrrow with laughter. Owlkit, Peachkit and Stonekit are sprawled in the shade, their disheveled pelts covered in dust. "They should probably lick themselves so they don't get apprenticed looking like th-." "All cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Highrock for a Clan Meeting!" Your leader's strong meow rings out across the camp. 

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