The cheers rang out clear and sharp in the crisp leaf-fall air. As always, snow came very early in AuroraClan. Snowflakes waltzed through the sky, coming to rest on the fur of the inhabitants, who didn't seem the least bit bothered by the white nothingness. The trees danced with the wind, that carried the flakes of snow in return.
"Furystorm! Furystorm! Furystorm!"
A bright ginger tom stood out against the pale white of the falling snow. He didn't seem bothered by the cold, even though his fur was bright green eyes were foreign in this pale, pale world. They were not the light hue of winter, but the bright green of the mid-summer grasses. Never has this cat flinched away from fear, never has he crumbled. The fight for self-preservation that all loners go through had hardened him beyond belief. To some, he comes off as cold and heartless. But if you are brave enough to crack the thick shell that he had grown, then you shall see what lies beyond the tough, cold act.
At his side stood a smaller gray and black she-cat. Her eyes were a bright blue, that seemed to fit in with their surroundings. They secretly reminded most cats of the pure, sapphire sky that can only be seen in the best of skies. But here in AuroraClan, the skies held the gray of winter. Her short but soft gray pelt, and black ears, paws, and tail-tip seemed to be shaking with the cold. Unlike her noble brother, she wasn't used to the cold. Her heart was always reaching for the sky. Always, she would try and pry through her brother's thick, emotion-less shell. So far, she was the only one who could. In the past seven days that they'd spent in camp, cats had tried again and again to be friends. The most he could do was flick his ear in agreement or twitch his tail in denial.
As soon as the noise died down, another call came from the top of a giant rock that was reserved for the leader. The leader, known as Brackenstar, looked out over his Clan. "Rain! Step forward, please."
The gray she-cat stepped forward, not attempting to hide her giddy excitement and nervousness. She tipped her head back to look upon the pale brown tabby tom atop the rock.
"Do you promise to uphold the Warrior Code, and never break the laws of the Clans?" Brackenstar's voice boomed across the clearing, where the snow-cats were assembled.
"I do." Rain answered back, her voice loud enough for all to hear. Her voice wasn't as strong as Brackenstar's or her brother's, but that didn't mess with her.
"Then you shall be known from this moment on as Rainwhisker! May StarClan light your path!" He repeated the sacred initiation with her brother.
"Rainwhisker! Furystorm! Rainwhisker! Furystorm! Rainwhisker! Furystorm!"
Their yowling was deafening, and the snow seemed to fall harder. It swirled around Furystorm and Rainwhisker's paws, the wind ruffling their pelts. It was almost as if the wind and snow accepted them as well.