Chapter One -
Frostpaw batted at an overhanging branch, which was draping down from a large oak tree. A rustle sounded from a bush behind him, and a vaguely familiar scent wafted into his nose. He ignored it and lay down, tucking his paws beneath him and closing his eyes. He didn't know where he was, but he could smell scents of cats he'd known before – who were long gone. The bush rustled again, and, infuriated that someone disturbed his peacefulness; he whipped his head round and glared into it. "Who's there?" He growled with irritation, before a small dusky brown she-cat stepped out gingerly from behind the cover of the bush and glared at him with her, narrowed, glowing, amber eyes. As her scent wafted round him again, he remembered who she was, but he couldn't quite put a name to her face. He knew from her scent she was from his Clan, BayClan.
"I'm Hawktalon." She snapped, before her voice softened as she continued," I have a warning for you." She sat down on the soft, grassy ground, and curled her bushy, white tipped tail around her paws, before speaking again," I have been told to warn you about a great danger to your Clan. We, cats of StarClan, do not know much, but we know one thing. The sparrow can destroy your Clan. It sounds strange, and we have not yet uncovered the meaning of the words, but we know that you have the power to prevent it. Do you promise to keep this to yourself?" She asked. Her eyes were full of worry and anxiousness. Frostpaw thought for while, aware of the former BayClan deputy's amber gaze burning into his pelt. But why would they tell this to an apprentice? He gathered that he must have an important part in whatever was going to happen, and that he was being trusted by his ancestors to succeed in saving his Clan.
"I promise." Frostpaw bowed his head quickly, before Hawktalon nodded slowly in approval and the starry warrior faded away into the darkness, until the only thing left of her was her thanks echoing in his ear. Thank you.

Chapter 2 –
Frostpaw awoke the next day in his own nest in the apprentices' den, to the sound of Dapplestar's call. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather for a Clan meeting beneath the Highrock!" She called out. Frostpaw blinked the sleep away from his blue eyes and padded out wearily. A pale brown, dappled cat was standing on the Highrock, a large, strangely flat surfaced rock that jutted out of the ground beside the entrance to her thorn guarded den.
"Come on, Frostpaw!" Frostpaw's sister, Icepaw smiled at him, as she sat below the rock with the rest of the Clan. She shot him a glance through narrowed eyes, as he padded over to sit beside her.
"It's our warrior ceremony today! But your fur is messy." She whispered, and Frostpaw could tell that she could barely contain her excitement, "Aren't you going to fix it?" She flicked her tail impatiently, as Frostpaw quickly groomed his snow white fur. It was sticking up in places, and he still had a few pieces of moss clinging to his pelt from his bedding.
"There." He said with a hint of satisfaction in his voice. Icepaw nodded, before the Clan fell into silence.
"Icepaw, please come forward." Icepaw sprang up with delight from her place beside her brother, as her mentor, Eagleclaw, watched with a glimmer of amusement in his green eyes.
"I, Dapplestar, leader of BayClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. She has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend her to you as a warrior in her turn. Icepaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?" Dapplestar repeated the ceremonial words which had been spoken by every leader from every generation.
"I do." Icepaw's voice shook as her eyes gleamed with pride.
"Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Icepaw, from this moment you will be known as Icefur. StarClan honors your energy and loyalty, and we welcome you as a full warrior of BayClan."
"Icefur! Icefur!" Frostpaw called out in congratulations along with his Clanmates, and he anxiously awaited his turn as Icefur sat beside him, smiling.
"Frostpaw, now it's your turn." Frostpaw glanced over his shoulder at Thornpelt, his mentor, who just flicked his long tail over to Dapplestar, who was waiting impatiently on the Highrock, flicking her tail side to side. He flushed with embarrassment, before padding up to the Highrock, and looked up at her.
She repeated the old words, before asking the all important question.
"Frostpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?"
"I do." Frostpaw's voice rang out in the camp clearing. That isn't the only promise I've made. He thought, remembering what Hawktalon had told him.
"Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Frostpaw, from this moment you will be known as Frosttail. StarClan honors your strength and courage, and we welcome you as a full warrior of BayClan."
The Clan called his warrior name out, and cheered, just like they had done to Icefur, and all the newly appointed warriors. With a happy sigh, he padded back to his sister, before the meeting ended and the cats were moving around the camp again.
"Congratulations." A deep, rumbling voice sounded from behind Frosttail, and he whisked around to see his mentor, and Icefur's mentor, Eagleclaw, at his side. "We thought you might want to come on a hunting patrol with us." Eagleclaw, the Clan deputy, added.
"Yes, we'll go with you." Icefur smiled, "Come on, Frosttail."
The four cats headed towards the Clan entrance, and Thornpelt padded out of the tunnel that would lead out into a clearing, lined with bay trees. Thornpelt and Eagleclaw walked slowly ahead, the dark brown tabby pelt of Thornpelt noticeable to the left and Eagleclaw's plain white pelt stuck out against the greens and browns of the forest as he walked at the same speed to the right.