It was that time again.
Halite padded up the high stone, whiskers twitching, completely unfazed. He remembered his first moment climbing on this mound: the cool, slippery surface against his paw pads, the height that it rose above everyone else, giving him the illusion of flight. He felt powerful in that moment. Like a new monarch. So amazingly breathtaking, yet nerve-wrenching at the same time.
He’d done it for so many moons now, the newness of climbing up had faded, but the memories had not.
“There happen to be three kits who are old enough to become trainees. First, Icarius. It is time for you to learn the ways of the Dusk Syndicate. Your trainer shall be Shadow.” Halite said first, with a slight bob of his head.
“And as well, Confetti. Your trainer will be Snarl.” He continued, with a small break afterwards, so that the cats below him could absorb his echoing words.
“Finally, to conclude this month’s ceremony, Spider. Your trainer will be Mischa. I hope that you three all learn well and blossom into adulthood through the guidance of your trainers.”
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