Chapter 8

Hawkshadow was flicking his tail side to side. He was frustrated because Driftkit and Breezekit was keeping him in the nursery, making him stay by jumping around on him. 

"Listen, I need to go send out the Dusk patrol. Then the hunting patrols and the Border Patrols. Okay?" Hawkshadow sighed.

"Okay," Driftkit sighed while her sister sighed too.

Hawkshadow padded out of the nursery, then saw Ruststar, his brother, on the high rock, reciting the words to call a Clan meeting. Hawkshadow sat beside the High-Ledge, waiting for the cats to gather. Driftkit poked her head out of the nursery entrance and then Breezekit appeared by Driftkit. Hawkshadow's mother, Gorsecloud walked out of the nursery, leading her kits to near the front of the High-ledge. 

"Today we have two kits ready to be apprenticed. Driftkit, Breezekit. Step forward. Breezekit. You have been with us for six moons, today you are ready to be apprenticed. Your mentor will be Forestwhisper. Forestwhisper. I hope you will teach this apprentice every skill you have. Breezekit, you will now be known as Breezepaw."

Shadowheart, the medicine cat, walked up the ledge to where Ruststar was standing. Ruststar stepped back for the medicine cat to step forward. 

"As you all know, I am getting very old and am in need of an apprentice," Shadowheart's gaze landed on Driftkit. "Driftkit. I think you will be an amazing medicine cat. I choose you."

"Driftkit, do you accept this position?" Ruststar asked, gazing down at his sister with a confident glazed in his eyes.

"I do," Driftkit mewed.

"Driftkit is very patient though. She is going to be an amazing medicine cat," Hawkshadow thought.

"Then you will go to the Moonfall next half-moon and get your medicine-cat-apprentice name. All of FogClan will go with you. Clan dismissed," Ruststar meowed. 

Driftkit nodded. Shadowheart walked down from the high-ledge, flicking his tail at Driftkit, showing a motion that he wanted her to follow him. 

Hawkshadow saw Driftkit's tail bush up when she followed Shadowheart, the wind picking up. He wondered how Dawngaze was doing and walked out of the camp clearing, into the shady forest. 

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