*She leaps onto High Rock, wincing as she put presure on her paw with the snagged claw.*
Just wanted to say thanks for those who helped drive away the badger, but we are here to make two warriors. Bluepaw and Scorchpaw, please step forward. Do you promise to uphold the warrior and to protect and defend this Clan, even at the cost of your life?
I do.
Then, by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Bluepaw, from this moment you will be known as Bluetail. Scorchpaw, you shall be known as Scorchfoot.
*The clan cheers for them while Miststar bit her lip.*
Although Sweetpaw was not here to join them, we also have five apprentices to make. Arrowkit, Whitekit, Sparkkit, and Shinekit, you all will now be known as Arrowpaw, Whitepaw, Sparkpaw, and Shinepaw. Arrowpaw, Blackstripe will mentor you, and Dewdrop, you will mentor Whitepaw. Twistedfoot, you will teach what you know to Sparkpaw. Shinepaw, your mentor will be Brookshadow. Lastly, Nightpaw, Stormwater will mentor you.
*Mentors and apprentices touch noses.*
As you know, Rosepaw and Nightpaw are back, yet they will suffer consiquences. A-And that Sweetpaw didn't make it back as well as Darkeningsky was killed. Nightpaw, you will be searching the elders for ticks until a moon has passed. As for Rosepaw, cleaning out
all the dens will be your new job for a moon. Oh, and just just so this doesn't happen again, you must stay away from each other until your punishments are up. Last, Rainfall has given birth to her kits. Stop by the nursery and see them!
*She nodds as the clan cheers, yet sadly for Sweetpaw, and speeds down the High Rock.*
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*Miststar ran through the forest, paws thudding on the soft grass.*
Great StarClan, she thought,
I haven't been out in forever it seems like.
*She stopped to take a brake next to brook and lapped at the water, seeing another cat in the reflection and jumped, then whirled around to face a white she-cat with a gray tabby paw and growled.*
What are you doing in CloverClan territory?
*Not answering, the she-cat stepped to the right, revealing four kits that looked about four moons old, and swiped at her, but she easily dodged it. Without even looking back at her kits, she ran away, far from CloverClan territory. Miststar turned to glance at the kits, all shivering with fright, their eyes staring up at her, all, but one. A dark gray tabby she-kit with blue eyes that looked fagually familiar, then she took a step closer to them and looked at them warmly.*
Why don't you come with me?
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*After talking to the four kits and leading them back to camp, she leaped onto High Rock once again, calling the clan together.*
CloverClan, these four kits wish to join. Fernflower, if you would wish, would you be a foster mother to Sharpkit, Duskkit, Silverkit, and-
*She glanced at the dark gray tabby she-kit with blue eyes.*
-Dewkit?
-Miststar
