As Windpaw woke up, the sun hit her eyes. She winced at first, but then her eyes got used to the sun. She got up out of her den to stretch. She walked over to the fresh-kill pile to eat a mouse. She had grabbed a mouse, when she noticed her sister walking over. Windpaw not only noticed that, but that she grabbed the last mouse, and her sister loved mice more that any other pray. Windpaw dropped the mouse in the pile and grabbed a sparrow. While Windpaw was walking back to the den, she was called into Bluestars den. When she stepped into Bluestars den, she noticed her sister in there also. "Windpaw, Frostpaw, I think it is about time for you two to become warriors," Bluestar said. Windpaw looked at her sister. Frostpaw had excitement in her eyes. "I will be calling the clan together for the naming ceremony at moon high," Bluestar seemed to be happy, but not much of excitement. As Bluestar walked out of her den, Windpaw and Frostpaw followed. "All cats old enough to catch their own pray gather together!" Bluestar shouted. "I believe it has been time for Windpaw and Frostpaw's training to end, and for them to become warriors. Frostpaw, you will now be known as Frostheart," Bluestar continued. "Windpaw, you will now be known as Windfoot,"