Wow, my second fan-fiction! This was a totally unexpected story that popped into my brain, and just wouldn't get out! So this is also a one-shot, not based on any real Warriors stories. Hope you like it!
"What is your name, little one?" The elderly red-brown she-cat's rasping voice scared me, but I was careful not to let that show. Instead, I sat down and wrapped my tail around my tiny flame-coloured paws. I fixed my vision to the back wall and held my head high, puffing out my fluffy chest at the same time.
"Emberkit," I mewed proudly. The elder nodded and purred, "I'm glad you have a name that doesn't simply reflect upon your colour!" She was clearly describing herself, Redsong.
I trotted after my mentor to where the Four Trees clustered. A sleek black tom padded up to me, tail high.
"What is your name?" Remembering my days as a kit, I sat down and wrapped my flame-coloured tail around my firm paws. I gazed deep into his green eyes with my bright amber eyes, my red ear tips twitching.
"Emberpaw," I was proud of my name, and there was no doubt in that.
"…StarClan honours your bravery and your agility. From this day on, you will be known as Emberflare."
The only words I could remember of my mother rang out to me as my Clan chanted my new name, "Your name is who you are. Carry it carefully like a slippery wad of moss, my dear." I couldn't recall much of her; she died when I was nearly two moons old, but her sweet scent lingered with me, and her pretty name, Nightstreak.
I calmly walked up to the foreign group of cats, clearly a patrol from a nearby Clan. The leader, a blue-gray she-cat, hissed at me and narrowed her eyes. What right had she to do this? They were in our territory.
"What is your name?" She inquired through gritted teeth.
Using my usual custom, I calmly sat down and wrapped my red-tipped tail around my paws with newfound strength and energy. I studied her and her group with a 'you-dare-challenge-me?' look.
Proudly and threateningly, I said, "Emberflare."
Lying down, I rasped my tongue over my rough shoulder. A light brown kit stalked up to me. Playfully, she pounced on my gently sweeping tail. I slowly turned around, my still-bright amber eyes twinkling with amusement and reminiscence. A wave of memories flooded over me. Emberkit, I had replied with such pride. Is it now my turn? I decided it was.
"What is your name, little fella?" The tiny she-kit's forest green eyes focused on me.
"Frondkit," She chirped. I echoed my mother's words to the bundle of fur in front of me. She cocked her head curiously before understanding. I felt so tired, so tired, yet proud of passing on what I have lived for…
I felt young again. Was this StarClan? A cat walked up to me, a black she-cat with streaks of white and clear, blue eyes. Her scent…
"Welcome to StarClan. What is your name?"
I felt like the little flame-coloured kit in the Elders' den once more. I casually took my time and sat down, wrapping my once-again-smooth red-tipped tail around my furry, flame-coloured paws. I held my head high and puffed out my chest. I dug my bright, amber eyes into the cat before me. I carried the pride obvious in my reply as I said,
"Emberflare."
Strangely, she did the same, the same yet different pride shining in her eyes.
"Nightstreak."
As you can see, that was in first person, which I practically never write in! Thank you, my dear followers, and I hope that you enjoyed this unexpected story!