I've got through some of chapter 3 already typed up, so I can probably get these out fairly quick. Either way, on with the show!

"Let all cats old enough to gather their own prey gather beneath the Icerock for a clan meeting!"

The familiar call brought every cat in the camp out of their dens, a soft buzz of conversation rippling through the assembled crowd. All of them knew what was happening, and the general atmosphere was a happy one. Two new warriors would be made that day and thus, it was an exciting moment for all.

The two warriors to-be sat freshly groomed and sleek, side-by-side with their mentors, eyes bright as they gazed up at Stormstar, leader of Iceclan. Before the meeting began, two kits were nudged from the nursery by a pretty brown she-cat who's black markings made her look like a lynx. She sat, curling her tail around the two little cat's as they copied her and sat as well, though they fidgeted every so often. Her mate, a broad shouldered grey and white tom, made his way over to sit with her, powerful muscles rippling beneath his thick pelt as he moved. It was their eldest son, Icepaw, who was one of the apprentices who was becoming a warrior that day, and the two parents' eyes shone with pride for his achievement.

With the entire clan now assembled, Stormstar began to speak once more, his deep voice carrying across the clearing.

"Two apprentices have proven themselves worthy of receiving their warriors names on this day. Lemmingfur, Owlheart," he called, addressing a pure white she-cat and a spotted white tom. "Are you both satisfied with your apprentices and the training they've both received?" Both cats nodded, much to their leader's approval. "Then we may begin. Dustpaw, Icepaw, come forward."

At these words, the two cats moved forward, beckoned also by the tom's bushy grey tail. Dustpaw's whiskers trembled as she paused next to Icepaw, his grey and white fur brushing against her brown, grey, and white tabby pelt. They looked to their leader expectantly, his golden eyes trained on them.

"Dustpaw, please step forward." The she-cat moved the rest of the way at the command, pausing and shifting a little in anticipation as the practiced words left Stormstar's mouth. "I, Stormstar, leader of Iceclan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. She has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend her to you as a warrior in her turn." He looked down at the impatient cat, pausing for a brief moment to let the words sink in.

"Dustpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?"

"I do," she replied, voice ringing out clear and steady, despite her obvious excitement and nervousness. Her paws shuffled on the hard packed ground, claws flexing as she gazed up at Stormstar anxiously. The grey leader nodded, continuing on.

"Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Dustpaw, from this moment you will be known as Dustwind. Starclan honors your dedication and enthusiasm, and we welcome you as a full member of Iceclan," he finished, his voice strong and loud. The clan raised their voices to the sky, chanting the warrior's new name as Stormstar rested his muzzle upon Dustwind's head, the new warrior licking his shoulder respectfully before stepping back to sit with her clanmates. Icepaw approached next, eyes bright with excitement and his form steady. No trace of nervousness was in his stance or those blue orbs that were trained upon Stormstar. Again, the words were spoken.

"I, Stormstar, leader of Iceclan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. He has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend him to you as a warrior in his turn." Again, a pause, as the big grey tom studied the other cat for a moment. "Icepaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your clan, even at the cost of your life?"

"I do!" Icepaw promised, voice loud and strong, full of noble conviction and solemnly sincere. A look of pride entered his leader's eyes as the older tom nodded.

"Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Icepaw, from this moment you will be known as Icemask. Starclan honors your bravery and intelligence, and we welcome you as a full member of Iceclan." Again, the clan took up the cries of the new warrior's name as he licked his leader's shoulder respectfully. From the nursery, his mother and father cried out his new name the loudest. And from behind Lynxfang's tail, his two younger brothers also cried out his name as loudly as they could in their high pitched voices.

The meeting began to break up now, with cats taking turns to congratulate the new warriors. The two kits, still loosely held back by their mother's tail, scrambled out. Gingerkit, tail held high, gave her larger brother a little push as he set his grey paws onto the ground in front of his mother.

"Icemask is a warrior now. Why can't we be warriors yet, mother?" he asked, turning his gaze up to Lynxfang and pouting. The she-cat chuckled softly, leaning down to give her kit's ear a lick, as Warblerwing offered an amused look. Gingerkit ducked away slightly, snorting at the licking. He was older now and didn't need to be babied anymore.

"You won't be apprentices for another three moons, my lovely. Focus on enjoying your kithood for now." His nose wrinkled at this, a little paw coming up to bat away his mother. She gave him another lick before straightening up, looking towards her mate. "Wolfkit and Frecklekit should have been with Icemask," she said softly, looking suddenly crestfallen. Her voice carried a certain sadness to it that confused Gingerkit, even though he knew that the two kits mentioned had once been his older siblings. Warblerwing pressed his nose to her cheek in a comforting manner, murmuring something that was obviously comforting to her before standing.

"Come now, let's go congratulate our son. He's earned it, after all," he rumbled, looking down at his younger kits. "Don't get into trouble, you two. We'll only be gone a moment," he said sternly, though his eyes were filled with a good natured light as he and Lynxfang moved towards Icemask.

Gingerkit sat down with a grunt, sniffing softly. Icekit trotted over to his brother, gently batting at his ear playfully. The grey and orange kit batted back, his brief jealousy over the attention his elder brother was receiving dissipating.

A curious look came over Icekit's face as he pounced on his brother, tugging at his ear softly. The bite didn't hurt and Gingerkit pushed his brother off. "Three moons is what mother said! Then we'll get to be apprentices," Icekit purred, squeaking when his brother's weight landed on him. Gingerkit knew he wasn't going to hurt his larger littermate, so he didn't hold back when he battered at him with his hind legs, careful to keep his claws sheathed.

"Yea! Oh, who do you think our mentors will be?" he asked, bounding a few pawsteps away when Icekit twisted and nipped him lightly. It stung a little, but a warrior never showed that he was in pain! The grey kit rolled his broad shoulders in a shrug, blinking his brilliant blue eyes.

"I hope I get Stormstar. He's the greatest! Or Crowpelt!" Little meows of laughter left Gingerkit at the mention of Crowpelt, ignoring the indignant look Icekit gave him.

"Why would you want Crowpelt as a mentor? He's a sour old furball," he scoffed, shaking his head and ducking when Icekit went to cuff him. "Stormstar would make a great mentor. Or Sunstripe." Grudgingly, his brother nodded in agreement, opening his jaws to mew something in response.

Before another word could leave the kit, the sound of commotion drew the attention of the cats still gathered in the clearing. All eyes turned towards the camp entrance as two warriors returned, their pelts ruffled. Gingerkit blinked, a moment passing before he put names to each pelt. The dark grey one was Crowpelt and the skinny white tom with his three ringed tail was Runningstream.

Gingerkit leaned over close to Icekit, lowering his voice. "I'd hate to have Runningstream as a mentor. Look at how skinny and scared he looks," the kit hissed. Icekit merely rolled his eyes and gave him a bump with his shoulder, paying attention to what was happening as the voice of Crowpelt rose above the soft murmur of anxious voices.

"Fireclan has been bolder than ever, Stormstar," the grey cat was saying, each word spat out as his tail lashed. "Apparently they aren't content with the islands anymore. We scent them on our side of the river!" As he finished, raising his voice even higher as he did so that everyone gathered around them could hear his words properly, outraged yowls left the assembled cats. Tails lashed, claws were unsheathed, teeth were bared, and every pelt bristled at the news. Gingerkit saw Stormstar's eyes sweep over his clan, scanning the angry faces of the crowd before he stood.

"We mustn't be hasty. Remember the last battle we had with Fireclan?" This reminder brought silence to the clan, though many paws shuffled in anticipation and cats shared uneasy glances with each other. Tension crackled in the early leaffall air like the air before a thunderstorm, and every cat knew that a battle was imminent. The big leader stood, flicking his tail. "I will speak with my senior warriors in my den. Until then, every cat will remain here. I don't want a repeat of last time," he meowed, his deep voice carrying across the clearing, stern, though angry beneath it all. Even Stormstar wasn't immune to the hatred all cats felt for Fireclan, Gingerkit mused. The two messengers followed, along with a few other of the more senior warriors. Gingerkit noted with some pride that his father was amongst them, something that wasn't missed by Icekit either. His brother nudged his shoulder, eyes shining.

"I bet if she weren't so busy with us, mother would be with him," he mewed, nodding his head. Gingerkit murmured in agreement, fluffing up his fur in pride. He really did have the best parents in the whole clan, even the whole world! He was distracted from his proud thoughts by movement, turning his head to look at Icemask as he approached. The grey and white tom was quite a bit bigger than the two kits, towering over them. The kit couldn't help but notice that his warrior name was fitting, as the white markings over his face did make him look like he had on a mask. The new warrior sat down, purring softly in greeting as Icekit trotted over to him.

"Hello, Icekit, Gingerkit," he rumbled, as the two sat in front of him, turning their admiring gazes up at him. Gingerkit still couldn't help by feel jealousy running through him, knowing that his older brother was a warrior already and he still had to wait three moons to even be an apprentice!

"Hi, Icemask. Good job becoming a warrior," Icekit mewed, blinking up at his larger brother. Gingerkit couldn't help but notice how much his two brothers resembled their noble father. It struck him a little that he looked very different from his family, but a quick shake somewhat dislodged those thoughts. Still, they seemed to linger in the back of his mind, like a gnat buzzing around his ears.

"We'll be apprentices in three moons," he squeaked happily instead, the blue eyes of his eldest brother turning on him. "Then, we'll get to train to be the best warriors in the clan!"

Icekit nodded excitedly, bouncing to his paws. "Yea! I'll be the greatest warrior every! I'll even become clan leader," he added, puffing up with pride as amusement crept into Icemask's eyes.

"Is that so? I hope you both know that being apprentices isn't all fun and games," he meowed seriously, though his eyes betrayed his light heartedness. "You'll have to work very hard every day to receive the honor of becoming a warrior. And then you still have to work hard. Warriors are the backbone of the clan, after all." Both kits nodded eagerly, Gingerkit's own mind filled with the wonderful possibilities. He could be the clan leader one day. Just the thought sparked a sudden burst of warmth inside of him, the seeds of ambition lodging themselves deep into his heart.

Dewpaw joined the group, giving Icemask a friendly nudge. "You aren't getting these two all excitable, are you?" she teased, earning an amused purr from her former denmate.

"Of course not. You know me, Dewpaw. All work and no fun," he shot back, flicking his shoulder with his tail. Gingerkit looked between the two, blinking.

"Hey, why didn't Dewpaw get made a warrior?" he asked, earning a shove from his littermate and a rolling of the other kit's eyes. It was Warblerwing who answered, returning to his family and giving his kit a look.

"Because she's younger than Icemask. She still has some learning to do, but it won't be long now," he added, much to the pale she-cat's pleasure. She lit up at her mentor's praise, nodding her head.

"Soon, Warblerwing. Until then, I'll work extra hard!" she promised, giving him an affectionate nudge before bounding off to join Dustwind and her brother, Quillpaw.

"What about Quillpaw? He's been an apprentice just as long as those two," Icekit mewed curiously, looking up at his father.

"Well, Quillpaw is a medicine cat in-training. He'll earn his medicine cat name when Starclan and Darkwater deem him ready," the tom explained. Both kits nodded slowly, with Gingerkit wrinkling his nose. He couldn't ever imagine not being a warrior, and it baffled him that any cat would choose a different path. He saw the medicine cat weaving her way through he clanmates nearby, speaking softly to them before she got to the group.

"And he'll get his name soon. He's just about ready," she said as she passed them, the words laced with pride for her apprentice. As the she-cat headed away, Stormstar appeared again, calling his warriors to him. Gingerkit could hear him naming off each warrior that would be coming with him somewhere. He could only assume that it was for battle. He brightened at the thought, turning his amber eyes towards his mother as she rejoined them.

"Mother, I want to go with them. Can I, please?" he pleaded, giving her the most pitiful look he could muster. Icekit joined him, adding his voice to the pleading. With a snort, Lynxfang nosed them roughly back into the nursery.

"No, my darlings. One day, you'll be able to join the warriors in their battles. But today is not that day," she purred, nudging them into their shared nest. Slowly, the queen climbed in with her kits, settling down and curling her tail around them. A wave of exhaustion rolled over Gingerkit as he snuggled into her soft belly fur, murmuring softly about how he'd be the best warrior ever. He fell asleep quickly to the sound of his mother's purring and the soft licks of her tongue against his fur.