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scoffed. “He’s had so much mud in his ears it’s probably filled up his head.”
    Tallkit unsheathed his claws, anger surging beneath his pelt. “That’s not true!”
    Barkkit pressed against him softly. “Just watch the ceremony,” he murmured.
    Stagkit was leading his sisters into the hollow. Ryekit’s paws slipped and she slithered down the icy slope. Warm purrs rumbled around her as she straightened and shook out her soft gray fur.
    â€œRye paw .” Heatherstar met her gaze. The new apprentice’s eyes widened. “Your mentor will be Larksplash.” Ryepaw purred loudly as Larksplash stepped from among the moor runners and touched her head with her muzzle.
    Heatherstar flicked her tail. “Larksplash, share your speed and sharp eyes with Ryepaw so that she too may become a warrior worthy of WindClan.” The WindClan leader turned to Doekit. “Doepaw,” she meowed. “Your mentor will be Aspenfall.”
    Aspenfall pricked his ears, blinking, as though surprised.
    Doepaw’s pale brown pelt pricked excitedly. She puffed out her chest as Aspenfall crossed the hollow to greet her. “Aspenfall,” Heatherstar meowed. “Share your courage and strength with Doepaw.” Aspenfall dipped his head and touched his nose to Doepaw’s ear.
    Behind them, Stagkit gazed at his Clanmates.
    He must be trying to guess who his mentor will be. Tallkit held his breath, as excited as if it were his own apprentice ceremony.
    â€œIt looks like poor old Stagkit gets Woollytail,” Shrewkit muttered.
    â€œStagpaw,” Heatherstar began, “your mentor will be Cloudrunner.”
    Shrewkit gasped. “Cloudrunner?”
    â€œHe’s not a tunneler,” Barkkit breathed.
    Tallkit felt a flash of relief for his former denmate. Stagpaw won’t have to train underground! Then guilt pricked him. He should be feeling sorry that Stagpaw would never be the noblest of warriors.
    Heatherstar went on. “Cloudrunner, share your hunting skill and agility with your apprentice so he may feed his Clans for many moons to come.”
    Yowls of approval rose from the moor runners.
    â€œStagpaw!”
    â€œRyepaw!”
    â€œDoepaw!”
    On the rim of the hollow, Mistmouse and Hareflight twined their tails together, their eyes shining with pride.
    â€œCloudrunner?” Woollytail’s mew rose above the cheers. Confusion clouded his yellow gaze.
    Hickorynose narrowed his eyes. “Why wasn’t an apprentice given to a tunneler?” he demanded.
    â€œWhat’s going on?” A mew sounded from the camp entrance. A gray she-cat stared at her Clanmates. Her pelt was dusted with soil.
    Mistmouse turned. “Hi, Plumclaw.” She shifted her paws uneasily as she faced her tunneling denmate. “I’m afraid you missed the naming ceremony.”
    â€œDid Woollytail get his apprentice?” The she-cat’s gaze flashed with hope.
    Woollytail shook his head. “They’re training as moor runners.”
    â€œAll of them?” Plumclaw’s eyes widened.
    Heatherstar stepped forward. “Aspenfall, Cloudrunner, and Larksplash are going to mentor Mistmouse’s kits.”
    Plumclaw stared at Mistmouse. “Don’t you want any of them to follow in your paw steps?”
    Mistmouse dropped her gaze. Hareflight pressed close to his mate. “We’ve decided that we want them all to be moor runners.”
    â€œTunneling is dangerous work,” Mistmouse pointed out. “Our kits are good runners, like their father. They’ll be better hunting the moors than the tunnels.”
    Hickorynose took a step forward, his fur bristling. “But we need more tunneler apprentices.”
    Behind him, Sandgorse swished his tail. “At least we’ll have Tallkit in a few moons.”
    Tallkit’s belly tightened.
    â€œLucky little Wormkit,” Shrewkit teased.
    Tallkit glared at him. “Shut