Rosekit wasn’t exactly old enough to catch his own fish, though he knew he soon would be. The kit was ready to become an apprentince, he just didn’t have a mentor yet, a few more sunrises and he would be Rosepaw instead of Rosekit. He guessed that hoping wasn’t going to get him anywhere, and he looked up at Fallenstar. The small kit wedged his way through the crowd of cats, until he was close enough to the front so that he could see the streamstone. As Daisyshade was called, he tried to shove himself forward through the crowd again, but didn’t get very far, just watching from underneath the cat he was currently stuck with. He didn’t exactly know what was happening, but he wanted to. He would find out soon, right? Daisyshade. Daisyshade? He had heard the name a few times, but not enough so that it stuck out, wondering what made the molly so special.
Other cats were now crowding around, leaving Rosekit almost lost, and slightly scared. He hadn’t liked being in groups, especially large ones, and now he was right in the middle of one. He needed to get out, but he also wanted to see whatever was happening! Taking a breath to steady himself, he peeked out from the small, cramped spot he was currently standing in, staring up at the streamstone with admiration. He was like some kits in the nursery, he wanted to be leader, but he had accepted that it probably wouldn’t happen. There were other cats he knew deserved it more than he did, and he was just a kit anyways! He would have to sit through Fallenstar’s nine lives, and then Daisyshade’s, before he even had the smallest chance. Watching with admiration, he quietly sat there, his green eyes perked up with excitement.