[Phoenix]

Gustkit

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The Hill Top, the area from where Redstar addressed the clan, had always seemed to have a special air to it; after all, the perch was mostly reserved for the leader of LightningClan, and occasionally her deputy. To travel up there as a kit seemed almost sacrilegious in a way, but he was Gustkit, and if something as pathetic as a mere sensation would stop him from doing something, then he could hardly become the strongest warrior. Besides, the intrigue of leaping to the top of the Hill Top had attracted his attention. Up there, he could be the leader of LightningClan – Guststar; he tried out the name, murmuring it under his breath, and found that he quite liked the sound of it. Guststar, leader of LightningClan. There would be no Blazestar, or StarClan forbid, Mudstar. Just Guststar, and he would bear the title and name proudly.

With the confidence of a kit who knew too little of the world to ever doubt his certainty in his future position, he had decided to get a head start on becoming leader. Until he was shown how to hunt or fight, there was little he could do in preparation for the position other than practice climbing to the top of the Hill Top. Having been up there once before during a game with Goldenflower, he was undeterred by any prospect of the consequences should a feline stumble upon him who was less open-minded about his idea, and he only sought the awe that came with standing so high over the camp.

Unsheathed claws dug into the dirt as he leapt forward, gripping the soil and pulling his small body up to stand confidently atop the ridge. From there, he moved to the highest point, torn between walking slowly like he would as a leader, calm and collected and proud, and bounding forward like the excited kit he currently was. In the end, he ended up using a mixture of the two, an awkward lope that was half running and half walking, and reached the very top. There, he stood, keeping his composure as regal as he could, though the corners of his lips quirked upward, and cast his yellow-green gaze out over camp. No longer was he a kit; he was Guststar.

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Spottedpaw

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The suns light cast itself into the apprentice den, causing the spotted she cat to bat at her eyes, but eventually and reluctantly open them. She had chores that had to be done. Elders who needed the attention and probably a bedding change in the nursery. Getting to her paws, she dragged herself out of her nest with a purr as she stretched her tense muscles. As she made her way out, she topped just outside the den, seating herself to groom at her moss-filled pelt. With a sand paper tongue, he licked out everything she could, grooming until the sunlight reflected in the tri-color fur. Licking one of her pads, she drew the paw over her face, cleaning her whiskers and the rest of her face in the process. With that taken care of, she lowered and arched her back once more, making sure she was absolutely comfortable and satisfied before rising to her paws again.

Now happy with the look and ready to start the day, Spottedpaw made her way to the nursery, pausing when she heard some skittering toward the hill where the leader of Lightning Clan and occasionally would name apprentices, warriors, gatherings, and even the daily patrols. For a moment she lost herself in the thought of being able to stand up there one day beside the leader and cast her word to a entire Clan that took her orders. Her tail swayed slightly and curious green eyes watched as a small silver shape loped it's way to the very top of the hill. Spottedpaw purred softly in amusement as she realized it was Gustkit. He was always a little trouble maker, and she assumed his apprenticeship would only bring his confidence about it up more. It had done it for her, toms were even worse.

But she simply adored the little kit and wasn't going to ruin his fun game. Instead, she sat neatly on the ground, ears lowering in the respect she would show a leader and called up to them. "Evening Guststar, I am prepared for my tasks of the day. How can I assist you?" The she cat purred softly again, knowing that she had exaggerated  and sounded more like a slave than a warrior, but it was only just a game and it didn't really matter. There was no disrespect in her words nor what the kit was doing. So she simply lowered her paws in a curt bow before returning bright, playful green eyes on her "leader."