"Wait. You guys are grounded? What? You know, our apprentice ceremonies were supposed to be tomorrow!"
    Doodlekit looked away, probably trying not to cry. "Yeah, well . . . We have to wait an extra moon. Have fun being an apprentice without us."
    Larrykit was just about bursting with happiness. I'm going to be an apprentice before them! I'm not tenth best this time! I'm first! Oh wow! But instead of bragging, he tried to be sympathetic. "Oh. I'm sorry. That sucks."
    All nine sisters rolled their eyes and lay down on their nest. They would probably be fat and lazy by the time their apprentice ceremonies came . . . For the first time in his life, he actually felt bad for his sisters.
    It was night and Larrykit squeezed his eyes shut, wanting to see Shadymaple again. Soon, he was in the forest again.

    "Ugh. Larrykit! I thought I taught you better last time you were here, to put your head-fur up so its poky! Obviously our first lesson is not going to be in hunting and not in fighting. My friend, you need Fashion Lessons." Shadymaple said. She led the way to a massive tree that looked so broad Larrykit couldn't even tell how big it was.                   "This is the Fashion-Tree!" Shadymaple explained. "It's where I'll teach you all the need-to-know basics on fashion!"
    "Yay!" Larrykit meowed, trying not to sound to disappointed.
    Shadymaple led the way to a little cave where there was a few battle-scarred toms getting their fur done. "This is the 'Toms Place of Proper . . . Fashion. There is many cats who will help you find the look you want. See, over there is Imakefurstyle!" Shadymaple pointed to a beautiful silver she-cat with a long scar down her face. "She's the specialist here."
    Shadymaple walked over to Imakefurstyle with Larrykit following close behind.
    "Hi!" Imakefurstyle meowed. Her voice sounded a lot like a toms, and it was gritty and dry. "How may I help you? We have plenty of fur models to choose from!" The silver tabby pointed to a wide array of cat head sculptures with fur styled in different ways.
    "I like this one." Imakefurstyle advised, pointing a claw at the one labeled 'Toms Should All Have This Fur,' "It makes the toms look so much cuter."
    "Yeah, I guess I'll get that one. . . . " Larrykit murmured. Immediately, a glossy black she-cat came in with fur-clippers (made out of mouse bones), and fur curlers which she used to curl the top of his fur up. When she had finished, she meowed. "Come here every quarter-moon so I can recurl it. Thank you for choosing the Fashion-Tree."

    Larrykit woke. "Woah. What was that?"
    Penciltail burst in, chest heaving. "What was wh- wait, son. What happened to your fur? It looks miserable!"
    "I- it does?" Larrykit asked. Stupid she-cat. She probably didn't do the proper hair style I wanted or something! Oh no! I don't wanna look bad for my ceremony.
    "Yes, son, did you get the furstyle called, 'Toms Should All Have This Fur'?"
     Larrykit gulped. "Yes."
    "At that place called 'Stylin' Fur'?"
    Larrykit was glad there was a fur place around here, because it could be used as an excuse. "Yes."
    "Oh. Never mind, that place is awesome. And it does look pretty cool on you. I won't tell Raisinstat because I'm nice, ok?"
    "Ok." Larrykit agreed, nodding his head vigorously.

     It was sunset, and Larrykit was washing his pelt so he could try and be equally as clean as his sisters always were. He didn't understand how they always looked like leaders, because they weren't.
    "Clan guess what's happening today?" Raisinstar called from the giant rock thing while cats gathered.
    "We're attacking ShadowClan?"
    "Your daughters become apprentices?"
    "We're having a party?"
    Raisinstar shook her head. "It is with sad ado that I must announce it is none of those great things that are happening today. Only Larrykit gets to be an apprentice."
    "Oh." Some cat said disappointedly. "I was really looking forward to that party. . . . " Larrykit felt his heart snap just a little, but he held his head high. He was the son of the leader and deputy. His Clan should be proud.
    "Larrykit, come forward." Raisinstar said. Larrykit regally walked forward, until he tripped and smacked his face on the ground. He heard snickers from his sisters by the nursery. Eventually he reached his Mother, and she spoke again. "Larrykit, from this day until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Larrypaw? Yeah, Larrypaw." She scanned the crowd. "Hmmm . . . Crazytail! You will be mentor to Larrypaw. You trained me as an apprentice, and despite me being Clan leader, you are still quite young. I expect you to pass on the same qualities to Larrypaw as you did to me." Larrypaw bounded forward, touching his nose to Crazytail's. The she-cat didn't say a word, just looked him reassuringly in the eye.
    "Larrypaw," the Clan cheered unenthusiastically a few times, then went back to their normal lives. Penciltail was the only weird one, cheering for a long time. "LARRYPAW!" He screeched. Larrypaw hadn't been accepted as he thought he would, but at least he was an apprentice.
    I'm awesome. And nobody can stop me.