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"Let all who's able to catch their own prey come 'ere for a clan meetin'!"
The rain was still pouring down on Summerclan as Ratstar solemnly climbed up the Garden hill, the tallest point in the camp, repeating the meeting call as best as he could remember from the few times he had gone over it with Lemonspeckle and Graythorn. He was sure that he had flubbed a few words, but right now he could care less. There was a sluggishness to his steps, as if he hadn't slept all night...and he hadn't. Several heads around the clearing lifted in surprise and confusion; this was only the second clan meeting Ratstar had called since he was made leader.
When all of the clan had gathered around him, Ratstar cleared his throat to speak. "Summerclan, I know many of yous are still reeling from the unexpected death of Coalkit last night. We must take heart that his soul is at rest with Starclan now. Those of you who've graciously volunteered to take vigil for him may continue to do so after my announcements. In any case...life's gotta go on, and today marks the start of Ashkit's training, as she's now reached six moons. Ashkit, please step forward. From this day 'til when you're ready to take a warrior name, you'll be known as Ashpaw."
After the cheers had died down, Ratstar continued. "It's come to my attention that our current methods of trainin' for apprentices has been lacking in both guidance and discipline. Startin' today, mentors will be held more responsible for the conduct of their apprentices, so that nothin' like last night's incident ever happens again."
Blackberrypaw couldn’t even look up from his spot beside Coalkit’s body. Grief and guilt boiled in his stomach making him taste acid, but he would not move his post until the elders came to take the kit away and bury him once and for all. He didn’t even care what the other members of his clan thought — he deserved whatever foul things they would think about him and blame him for. His fur was still caked with sand, sticking every which way and smelling strongly of salt and water, a reminder that he too had almost drowned while saving Coalkit, though he failed.
Lemonspeckle looked on at the crowd grimly, sadness gripping his heart. He mourned the loss of Coalkit, but he also mourned for the six apprentices that had lost a large piece of their innocence the night before. He knew they would never be the same. But perhaps they had learned. Speaking of the apprentices, his golden eyes fell on Skypaw, the young tom who had come to their clan an orphan just recently. Though he had taken part in the fateful night just the moonrise before, he was happy to train him.
Skypaw felt miserable both inside and out. He still believed Coalkit saw him get caught in the wave and thought it would be fun. He'd think that too if he was the one watching. And now his skin itched from the sand and salt that coated him. Would he ever get it all out? The only bright spot in all of this was that he finally had a mentor. And not just any cat too. He was assigned to Lemonspeckle, the clan deputy! He looked over at the deputy and wondered what it would be like to learn from him.
The entire time Peachpaw stayed beside her brother. She barely spoke—other than the few times in which she could not control what came out of her mouth. She was still numb. Still unfeeling. It felt as if a cloud had settled over her. She could still hardly believe it. Was Coalkit really dead? He couldn’t be. Peachpaw barely noticed her new mentor, her eyes never leaving the ground.
Speckledpaw hung his head, feeling sticky and itchy from the salty substance and sand left in his fur. He was suppose to be promoted during this ceremony but after recent scenarios, he was denied his promotion and it was postponed. According to Ratstar, he needed more discipline. A part of him felt bad for his mentor, Pantherclaw. She had been scolded by the Summerclan leader for apparently not giving the proper guidance for Speckledpaw. Like it was her fault that he decided to go on that dumb adventure. He let out a sigh, not wanting to meet anyone's gaze. Especially his mentor and leader.
Carefully stepping down the hill, Ratstar silently weaved through the crowd of cats until he was back at the spot that Coalkit was laid, where Blackberrypaw and Peachpaw sat close together with their eyes at their paws. He didn't say a word as he took a seat on the damp grass beside them, his sole eye resting sadly on the kit. Throughout the day, various members of the clan had placed beautiful flowers they had picked while on patrol around the body, surrounding Coalkit in the vibrant colors of wildflower meadow that he'd never get to see in full bloom.
Largelight watched the proceedings quietly; she felt awful about the kit's death, but it was awkward because she really didn't know much about the kit or anyone else involved. Her head snapped to attention in surprise when her name was suddenly called to mentor. She? Was going to be a mentor? The heavy-set she-cat felt a bit faint; she wasn't nearly ready for an apprentice yet! But seeing the look on Ratstar and Lemonspeckle's faces, she also knew that arguing with them wasn't exactly an option. Instead, she got up and scanned the crowd for Cherrypaw.
