Nightpelt sat down next to Moonheart. Hoping the she-cat didn't mind his presence. He let out a small sigh and felt guilt burst through him once more.
Finally Morningkit couldn't keep quiet any longer, when she sat next to him for the ceremony, she meowed, "Nightpelt, I wasn't attacked by a fox. I slipped out to hunt and I caught a mouse in hopes that you would like me more. And that Cedarstar would make me an apprentice."
Nightpelt looked at his sister, for a moment he felt shocked, but then relieved that his sister wasn't hurt, "You could have been hurt!"
"I know!" his sister meowed back, "I just! I just! I'm so sorry! Nightpelt! Please don't feel guilty anymore!" The she-kit pushed against her brother's pelt.