The dark brown tabby tom grinned and followed the new 'paw, a few stray brambles in the entrance of the den scratching through his silky pelt. Twitching his ears, he paused for a moment in the entrance, adjusting to the dimmer light; though the twinkling stars and the milky moonlight far above still shone through patches in the bramble-wound roof of the den, comforting and bright. Rushpaw flicked his tail and grinned at the grey tabby tom, a laugh dancing in his cobalt gaze. "Great feeling, isn't it?" he meowed, his voice rumbling into a purr as he thought of his first night as an apprentice; he still felt that way, proud to be an apprentice for DestinyClan, prepared to train as hard as he could for his Clan. "And..." he began, taking a step inside, "I bet it'll feel even better once we become warriors." He paused for a moment, reaching his feathery, mossy nest, woven with feathers and a few, marbled pebbles he had found near the riverbed once while out on patrol, thinking about what it would be like. "I bet it's the greatest feeling in the world," he purred, curling up in his nest, and tucking his tail over his nose, though his ears still twitched to show he hadn't dozed off yet.
Ripplestream smiled, sapphire eyes shining as she watched her new apprentice bound after Rushpaw, remembering how she felt when she was first made an apprentice; as if she could do anything, no matter what. She remembered curling up in her silky, mossy nest, beneath the stars, gazing up at Silverpelt and thinking about her Clan; eagerly meowing and thinking about what her first day, and every day after would be like as an apprentice in DestinyClan. And her warrior ceremony...was even better; she had never felt more proud in her life, and she had vowed to do whatever she could to help her Clan. And she still would, she knew.
"Night," The silver warrior purred with a grin, flicking her tail towards the shimmering sillouhetes of the new Clan warriors, then, with a last glance at the glittering stars, padded across the dusty clearing, and ducked into the leafy warriors den, the walls weaved with occasional thorns, and picked her way around the other cat's nests; some occupied, some cold from the cats who hadn't yet returned to the den for the night. Listening to the soft, gentle sounds of fern fronds rustling in the breeze, the silvery she-cat closed her vibrant, azure eyes, and, exhausted by the day's events, drifted off to sleep, the stars shimmering above her and dappling the ground; glowing comfortingly in the velvety sky.