“Congrats, Sagefur! You have three healthy kits” said Bluewhisker. “W-what? There are four kits! Not three!” cried Sagefur, exhausted. “What’s wrong with you, you blind cat!” Pineneedle growled. “There’s four kits, like Sagefur said.” “I said three healthy kits! When a cat is sick, I take care of them! That’s my job as a medicine cat, idiot! And one of your kits is not all right!” “Ignore him, Sagefur. We should name the kits.” “Okay. This one should be Berrykit.” Sagefur gestured with her chestnut tail to a cream-colored tom-kit.“This one should be Redkit, because-” “Because he’s red?” offered Bluewhisker. “Shut your jaws” hissed Pineneedle, his bright orange eyes glaring like fire.“This shall be Lizardkit,” Pineneedle said. “And this one is Blossomkit” finished Sagefur. “Our kits are beautiful,” said Pineneedle. Bluewhisker walked out of the nursery and announces to the Clan that Sagefur has had her kits. Hickorywind, Pineneedle’s sister, rushed in to see the kits. “Oh my gosh, they’re beautiful!” She squealed. She bent over to see them and licks the top of Lizardkit’s head. She looks over at Blossomkit and sees something is horribly wrong. She runs out and heads towards Bluewhisker’s den. Bluewhisker was sorting leaves and seeds for his supply. “Bluewhisker, something is horribly wrong with one of the kits!”Bluewhisker said, “I told them.” He runs back to the weaved walls of the nursery. When he gets there Sagefur is crying. He ran in and the dusty air was filled with screams and half the Clan.
“Anyway, we have some more news, so quiet down everyone. Stemtail and Snakeheart’s sisters are ready to become warriors. Stormpaw, Sparrowpaw, and Riverpaw, please step forward. I, Ivystar, leader of LakeClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on these apprentices. They have trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend them to you as a warrior in their turn. Stormpaw, Sparrowpaw, and Riverpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?” “I do,” they breathed. “Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior names.Stormpaw, from this moment you will be known as Stormsky. StarClan honors your endurance and bravery. Sparrowpaw, from this moment you will be known as Sparrowdive. StarClan honors your cleverness and spirit. And finally, Riverpaw, from this moment you will be known as Riverfall. StarClan honors your energy and dedication, and we welcome you all as a full warriors of LakeClan!¨ “Stormsky! Sparrowdive! Riverfall!” the Clan chanted. Pretty soon the camp was filled with quiet whispering and the owls hooting in the trees above. Sagefur had allowed her kits to stay up as late as all the other warriors tonight. They weren't tired at all it seemed. Pineneedle was stationed outside the camp entrance, as his punishment continued to make him more grouchy and easily made him mad. He sat there glowering at the happy Clan on a warm newleaf night. He’d missed seeing the she-cats’ warrior ceremony, although he could hear the cheers of his clanmates. He turned towards the direction of the tunnel as the three new warriors prepared for their silent vigil. Stormsky sat down next to Pineneedle, as Sparrowdive and Riverfall sat on the other side of them. He looked at the she-cats and said… “Hey. What are you three doing out here when you could be… Oh. Nevermind,” Pineneedle told the she-cats. They were giving him weird looks and Stormsky shuffled away from him without meeting his eyes. He was about to comment when a scream broke out in the camp.