And stepped forwards was a brave tom, his eyes shining blue against his black-and-white fur, the pads of his paws prickling as he stared at the other five, head raised to show his noble ways. "My Clan will take the swift and the brave, we will run while others will fall behind, our kits learn to fly before they can walk," his eyes shimmered as he sat, bowing his head on to the rock. "My Clan will be called SwiftClan, and I will rule it as Rabbitstar."

SwiftClan.
The Swift and the Brave.

Leader: Shadestar. She-cat.
Deputy: Barkstripe. Tom.
Med Cat: Blueleaf. She-cat.
Apprentice: Oliver. Tom.
Warriors:
Redclaw. Tom.
Patchwhisker. Tom.
Jayflight. Tom.
Horsepelt. She-cat.
Whitetail. She-cat.
Brookberry. She-cat.
Cinderflight. Tom.
Appleclaw. She-cat.
Apprentices:
Crowpaw. Tom.
Hollypaw. She-cat.
Fernpaw. She-cat.
Greypaw. Tom.
Frostpaw. She-cat.
Queens:
Mistflight. She-cat.
Streampelt. She-cat.
Kits:
Littlekit. Tom.
Hazelkit. She-cat.
Robinkit. Tom.
Shadowkit. Tom.
Blazekit. She-cat.
Elders:
Sunny. She-cat.
Willowberry. She-cat.
Tigertail. Tom.

The pads of his paws prickled as he watched his leader, her brave, noble head raised above the she-cat's next to him, steely-eyes staring down as the Clan watched in silence.

"Applepaw," she spoke, her voice hoarse as she tried to meet the apprentice's eyes. "You trained many, many moons, my dear. Do you believe it is your time to become a warrior? Or were the stars wrong?" she asked, titling her head to the side.

"I do," replied the red-pelted apprentice, staring at her leader, whiskers twitching.

"Then, from this day onwards," the she-cat stopped, glancing towards the starry sky in hopes of help from the path those who'd left them walked - not that the Clan knew that of course. When sure, she faced the apprentice once more.

"I name you Appleclaw for your skill in fighting and battle - I am sure you'll make a wonderful warrior," the leader lowered her head to lick the she-cat's ear. "May the Clan ways guide you on your path, young warrior."

"Appleclaw! Appleclaw!"

The leader raised her tail for silence as she turned to the tom cat.

He waited in hopes of being a warrior, his ears pricked and listening to everything he could hear.

The camp waited. A she-cat off to the side stood on all fours, tail raised as she watched the black-and-white apprentice - her own son.

"Crowpaw...," that wasn't a good start. "I-I see a fire, in your eyes, an untamed flame waiting to be sparked," the leader meowed, tone sharp as she glared at him with those eyes that had seen too much.

"Do you believe you are ready to take the name of a warrior?"

"I do."

The leader raised her tail, narrowing her eyes and shaking her head.

"I don't."

The camp gasped.

"You-you mean to say that I-I can't be a warrior?" Crowpaw's spirit fell, his eyes wide as he tried not to show his hurt.

The leader shook her head and sat again. "No - I believe more training is in order for you - Patchwhisker, step forward and take your apprentice, please."

A small tom with black fur strolled forwards, eyes narrowed as he waited for Crowpaw.

The apprentice turned and shook off the hate he felt for the proud leader. "When can we train?"

"Come sun's rise."

"Good..."

Hello! Now, I'm not sure how much I'll be updating this story, seeing as I have a lot of work on, but felt like writing a Warriors fic once again!
I don't own Warrior Cats, etc.

There are four Clans, along with one great Clan, and StarClan - but most (if not all) of the Clans don't believe/know of it! I hoped you enjoyed this prologue.