Light shifted through the scraggly holes in the evergreens. A chill blew through the gathering cats, causing a wave of shivers, complaints, and raised heads to taste the air. Standing atop the steep ledge was the fire-like pelt of Fallstar. He stared at his clan with eyes the shade of bright new leaves during the warmer seasons.*** Pride shone in his eyes, vanity in his posture, but strong love in his claws. As his clan settled into positions below him, he cleared his throat and addressed his clans.
"Warriors of the Moon! We gather to welcome two new apprentices!" his eyes swept the crowd, then settled on the small shapes standing at the front. One was a mirror image of him, each hair on her pelt exactly as his, apart from her two front paws, which were dashed with white as though she had stepped in snow. The other was vastly different, with a fluffy grey coat, her tail, which was tucked neatly around her, dabbled with white specks like snow on a cloudy night.
"Lightkit, Blizzardkit, you have both reached the age of six moons, and it is time for you to be apprenticed." He turned first to Lightkit, who bounced slightly in her excitement. "From this day on, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Lightpaw. Your mentor will be Mudfoot. I hope he will pass down all he knows on to you." There was a glimmer of amusement in his eyes as he watched the surprised young warrior step forward to greet his new apprentice.
He then turned to the other kit, who showed no signs of excitement besides the glimmer in her eyes. "Blizzardkit, from this day on you will be known as Blizzardpaw. Your mentor will be Silverfur. I trust she will teach you much." Silverfur stepped forward, her coat shining in the sun, and touched noses with the new apprentice.
A few cats were already chanting, but Fallstar didn't move from the rock. "Also, we have another cat who is long overdue for a ceremony. Snowpaw, step forward."
The white tom stalked forward as though someone had called him to clean the elder's bedding. He sat down, glancing up only once at the leader, his yellow eyes glimmering curiously. Fallstar jumped down from the ledge in a single bound showily, and meowed, "I, Fallstar, leader of Moonclan, 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. Snowpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?"
Snowpaw lowered his ears a bit, as though he disagreed with his leader. "I do."
"Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Snowpaw, from this moment you will be known as Snowheart. StarClan honors your determination and patience, and we welcome you as a full warrior of Moonclan." There was a tensity in the air as Fallstar rested his muzzle upon Snowheart, who gave a reluctant lick to his shoulder.
The cats began to cry out the names of the three cats, excited for all the growing warriors. Snowheart bounded away from the crowd, but the two new apprentices chatted with their mother, Milkclaw. Fallstar watched them, pride heavy in his eyes.
***I know what many of you are thinking: IT'S FIRESTAR. I didn't do this for nothing or lack of creativity. I did this for the sake of an old connection, for these clans are genetically connected to the other clans. It just so happened that one of Firestar's ancestors happened to bear resemblance to him. I imagine this is no new idea, and it is of course a bit farfetched, but it is what I chose to do. And I'm the author, so no person shall tell me otherwise. :D