Chapter 3:
Darkpaw's POV~
I watched the strange she-cat walk after Cloudstar. What was her name? Streampaw. I thought. That's a nice name.
I followed Seastar with Snowpaw beside me. Snowpaw shivered and pressed close to me. I could smell her fear-scent.
"It's okay," I murmured encouragingly. "We've trained for this, we'll be alright." She looked at me, her eyes wide.
"Do you really believe that?" she asked.
"Yes, I do. I know we'll be fine." She smiled a small, sad smile and looked back at Seastar.
I looked at the other two apprentices. The tom from Stormclan, Thornpaw, was it? He looked completely comfortable, and was reassuring Streampaw. Streampaw looked nervous, but was doing her best to keep calm, and keep her cool.
I heard her whispering under her breath. "Silverpaw, if I don't make it, please remember me." I wondered who Silverpaw was. A littermate? A friend? A tom she was close to?
Suddenly, I realized what I was doing. Why was I thinking of her? She didn't mean anything to me. Why did I care who Silverpaw was?
As I was figuring this out in my head, we approached the tunnel entrance.
"Apprentices," said Seastar. "It is time to complete the rite. Enter the tunnels, find your way out, and you shall be made warriors."
I looked Seastar in the eyes, and gave an inconspicuous nod. Then, as I entered the tunnels, all I saw was darkness.