Disclaimer - I want ppl 2 know dat I do not own warriors but I absoleutley luv it! So um Chapter 2. Hope u enjoy.

Foxpaw did not return to camp until the light was beginning to fade from the sky. He padded through the hollowed-out tree trunk with prey dangling from his jaws. Shadepaw, sitting next to Icestorm and Sootwhisker, was about to run over to him, but a yowl rang across the clearing, stopping her. For a moment, Shadepaw wondered what the yowl was about, but then she saw Fempaw and Ratpaw standing at the back of the clearing, their fur neatly groomed, with their mentors beside them. The yowl had come from Fallenstar, who was standing on the lower branches of the huge oak tree at the other end of the clearing. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the oak tree for a meeting."

Already the clan, knowing that it was a naming ceremony, had gathered in two lines, leaving an isle for the two apprentices and their mentors to walk down.

Sootwhisker joined the right line and Shadepaw and Icestorm followed, Icestorm mewing, "I remember my own warrior ceremony. It was the day after we found you. It was magnificent."

"Yeah, I bet it was," Shadepaw whispered back. "I can't wait for mine."

The two she-cats settled themselves near the front of the line. Shadepaw felt frustrated when she saw that Foxpaw was sitting at the end of the line, too far away to talk to, to say thank you.

Fallenstar waited until all the cats had joined a line and then called to the four cats at the other end of the clearing. "Come forward."

The cats started to pace forward, stopping to receive affectionate licks and purrs from their clanmates. Shadepaw watched, enthralled. She had never seen a warrior ceremony before. She waited patiently beside Icestorm as the white she-cat paid her respect to the four cats. Then Shadepaw moved forward, dipping her head at the deputy, Whitepelt and the warrior, Breezewing. Then she rested her tail on Ratpaw's shoulder and he narrowed his eyes in thanks. Shadepaw felt the warmth creeping inside her. It had taken a long time for the thoughtful tom to trust her and she was glad that he had some respect for her now. She moved away from Ratpaw and pressed her nose to Fempaw's cheek, whispering in her friend's ear, "Congratulations! You're going to be a great warrior." Fempaw purred and gave Shadepaw a lick on the ear. Then she moved away and joined her brother at the base of the oak tree.

Fallenstar's voice rang out clear and measured in the hushed woods. "Whitepelt, Breezewing, you have trained these apprentices into cats worthy of being warriors. Do you agree that they are ready?"

"Certainly," Whitepelt answered, while Breezewing dipped her head.

Fallenstar nodded and fixed his green eyes on Silverpelt's swath of stars. "I, Fallenstar, leader of WoodClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on these two apprentices. They have trained hard to understand your noble code, and I commend them to you as warriors in their turn."

He leapt down from the oak tree and beckoned Ratpaw and Fempaw to him. "Ratpaw, Fempaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend this clan, even at the cost of your lives."

Ratpaw was mature and calm with his bold answer, "I do."

Fempaw, on the other hand, was so excited that her answer burst out in a happy mew, "I do."

"Then by the powers of StarClan I give you your warrior names: Ratpaw from this moment you will be known as Ratclaw. StarClan honours you courage and strength and we welcome you as a full warrior of WoodClan." Fallenstar rested his tail on Ratclaw's shoulder and he licked her ear respectfully, before backing away to sit next to Breezewing.

Fempaw came forward next and crouched before her leader, her silver fur bristling with excitement. Shadepaw thought that her heart would burst with pride for her friend.

Fallenstar looked at Fempaw for a moment and then yowled, "Fempaw, from this moment you will be known as Fembrook. StarClan honours your agility and bravery and we welcome you as a full warrior of WoodClan. He touched her shoulder with his tail and Fembrook gave his ear a lick, before stepping back to sit by Ratclaw.

Shadepaw joined the yowls of tribute that came from the clan cats. "Ratclaw! Fembrook! Ratclaw! Fembrook!"

Shadepaw drew her eyes over the two new warriors. They sat tall and proud in the clearing. A shaft of moon light bore down on their backs, turning Ratclaw's dark grey fur to light grey and Fembrook's to shiny silver. Shadepaw stared in awe at her friends. Never had she seen Fembrook so beautiful or Ratclaw so muscular.

Fallenstar's voice broke into the air, "In the tradition of our warrior ancestors, Fembrook and Ratclaw must sit silent vigil until dawn, and guard the camp while we sleep."

The two cats nodded their acceptance and padded to sit in the centre of the clearing.

The other clan cats began to disperse to their nests. Shadepaw saw Fallenstar pad into his den inside the trunk of oak tree, his mate Breezewing following. She stayed in the clearing for a while, listening to Icestorm talking about how her ceremony had been in leaf-bare so there was ice resting on her pelt at the end of it and how lucky Ratclaw and Fembrook were to have it in green-leaf. Then Icestorm padded of toward the entrance of the warriors den, brushing her fur against Ratclaw's on the way. Shadepaw purred at their closeness. It was always good when love was creeping around the camp.

A yawn escaped her jaws and Shadepaw realised how tired she was. She got up and padded to the apprentices den. Inside, Foxpaw was sleeping in the eldest apprentice's nest, where Ratclaw had used to sleep. He was twitching and murmuring in his slumber and Shadepaw was sure that it had something to do with the confrontation with his father. A few mouse-lengths away Rustpaw was lying beside Shadowpaw, their pelts touching. Shadepaw guessed that her brother's talk with the she-cat had gone well. Silkpaw was sitting washing her white fur with long strokes of her tongue.

"Hey," Shadepaw mewed at Silkpaw when she walked over.

"Oh, hi Shadepaw." The medicine cat apprentice pressed her nose against her littermate's own. "I had so much fun today. Swallowfeather showed me how to apply cobwebs to cats' wounds and then we went out to collect marigold. Being a medicine cat apprentice is more than I could ever hope for!"

Shadepaw pressed herself against her adoptive sister, purring, glad that she was happy.

"Anyway," Silkpaw continued. "I am really tired but today was much better than being stuck in the nursery with Daisypelt." She yawned loudly.

"You should get some rest," mewed Shadepaw. "I bet you tomorrow will be much more exciting and tiring than today even."

"Yeah," murmured Silkpaw, resting her head on her paws. "Goodnight Shadepaw."

"You too." Shadepaw pushed close to Silkpaw and was quickly asleep, her dreams filled with warrior ceremonies and marigold.