Amberkit watched closely from the nursery at Cheetaclan's leader, Pantherstar. Three apprentices sat on the twig-hill, careful not to break any part of it. Redflower sat next to Pantherstar, along with the three apprentices.
Pantherstar yowled, clear and strong to address her clan, "All cats old enough to catch their own prey join beneath the twig-hill for a clan meeting!" Her clan gathered beneath the hill to listen to what their leader had to say.
"Midnightpaw, Dawnpaw, and Breezepaw have finished their training and are ready to become warriors! I call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on these apprentices. They have worked hard to learn you code and in turn they shall become warriors," Pantherstar stopped for a quick breath and began speaking again, "Midnightpaw, Breezepaw, and Dawnpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code?" The three answered, "Yes!" "Do you promise to protect your clan even at the cost of your life?"
"Yes!"
Pantherstar yowled louder, "Midnightpaw, your warrior name shall be Midnightfur! Breezepaw, your warrior name shall be Breezecloud, and Dawnpaw, your warrior name shall be Dawnheart!"
The warriors at the bottom of the twig-hill yowled, "Midnightfur! Breezecloud! Dawnheart!"
Amberkit swelled with joy that her whiskers trembled. She thought that one day that would be her, on the twig-hill earning her warrior name.
She had stayed up late for the whole meeting, it was almost moonhigh. Owleyes nudged Amberkit into the nursery.
She was too excited to fall asleep, so she stayed curled by her mother's belly still wide awake wondering, when will I become a warrior? Or an apprentice? Soon I hope.
Sleep soon took her over and she fell asleep with joyful dreams that seemed to be real.
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