Fogfur gave a small nodd of his head to indicate that he had noticed his son's sudden drop in happiness over the last moon, gazing at Artickit worriedly. Rainkit nudged his brother. "Maybe you need some fresh air, Artie." He suggested. "Why dint we go out in the clearing and relax for a little while? It'll ease our minds and we can maybe even have a bite to eat, sound good?" Rainkit asked hopefully. The last thing that Rainkit wanted to see was his littermate depressed before their apprentice ceremony. He and Artickit used to be so excited at the prospect at becoming one pawstep closer to acheiving warrior hood. The small bouncy tom didnt want to remember his apprentice ceremony as the day where Artcikit was mopy and drifting off into space! He gazed desperately at his mother, Snowyfur "We wont go out and we can come straight back to you." He pleaded, showing her his kit eyes in which he hsd inherited from his father.