This story was written entirely by my friend Crystalheart (she isn't on this website) I only typed it and added a few necessary words here and there, I don't know if there will be more chapters but I know I sure hope so!
"Hawkfrost! Mothwing! Hawkfrost! Mothwing!"
The cats around her cheered loudly as they called off the names of the new warriors. Their mentors were purring with pleasure, and the whole hollow seemed to erupt with happiness. Mothwing's brother Hawfrost couldn't look prouder, with his chest puffed out, he was obviously relishing this moment.
Yet Mothwing couldn't share her littermate's bliss. Why do I still feel so empty? Ever since her mother had brought her to Riverclan she had always wanted to be a warrior, but with the last few moons of her apprenticeship it had faded away.
Mothwing thought that it was because she was worried about the clans accepting her and Hawkfrost as warriors, but that obviously wasn't it. Is something wrong with me? All the normal apprentices are always so excited to become a warrior . . . maybe it's because I'm not clan-born.
"Isn't this exciting?" her brother's voice broke Mothwing's thoughts. "We can finally go around the territory without our mentors breathing down our back, and we will be able to lead patrols, train apprentices, and maybe become deputy . . ." he breathed.
"How can you be thinking about all that yet?" Mothwing answered in surprise. "We were just apprentices this morning!"
Hawkfrost gave his chest a few embarrassed licks. "Well I'm just saying that it's great we are finally warriors."
Just then Mistyfoot came up to them, "You two better get some sleep before sunset, you'll have to stay up all night."
"Yes Mistyfoot," they both replied and headed towards the warriors den.
What's the point of having to stay up all night while our clan-mates sleep?
Mothwing hardly listened as many cats congratulated her and as Hawkfrost started to boast about his fighting skills to a few other warriors.
Mothwing curled up in her new nest and soon fell asleep, with her worries forgotten. She dreamed about walking alongside the river, shells sparkled on the shore and fish glimmered in the smooth water.