Author's Note: Yes, another early update, but people just don't review, and I like to update. This story is now placed in ThunderClan, and the summary has been changed slightly. Spottedfeather and Riverstrike won't go to the Tribe. But a character will be involved in their relationship.

1 Moon Later:

Spottedpaw woke up for the thrid time that night. She just couldn't sleep. She was much too excited. It was amazing what a warrior ceremony could do to an apprentice. Spottedpaw stood up, and, very stiffly, padded out of the apprentices' den. She stretched herself out, uttering a long sigh. The spotted light brown she-cat scanned the entire clearing, only to jump back a mouse length when she saw Riverstrike's handsome face a few inches from her own. She let out a cry of surprise before glaring at him. Riverstrike twitched his whiskers, amused. "Sorry." he meowed.

Spottedpaw blinked, "It's okay." she said, sitting down. "How come you're up so early?" she asked, licking a paw, and drawing it over her ears. "I almost always wake up early," he replied, seating himself on the ground.

"Oh, I just can't sleep."

There was an awkward silence between the two of them for awhile, and both cats realized that they rarely spoke to each other. Why now? Who knows. Maybe fate, or just the concept of two cats waking up at the crack of dawn.

"Er.. uh.. well, I got to go." she said, suddenly breaking the silence. Riverstrike just nodded absentmindedly, clearly deep in thought. Spottedpaw stood up, shook herself, relieving her pelt of the leaves that had caught on it, and bounded off to her mentor. Both cats felt a feeling of loneliness, they felt empty, unloved, and they just didn't know why. But they both shrugged it off. Riverstrike, jolting out of his trance, sprinted away to join a patrol, while Spottedpaw went on her last hunt as an apprentice

Spottedpaw opened her mouth slightly, and the scent of mouse hit her scent glands powerfully. She slid slowly into the hunter's crouch, putting one paw delicately on the forest floor. She saw the mouse, and with tremendous speed, killed it in one swift blow of her paw. Satisfied with her catch, she dug up her two voles, and two mice, now three and clamped the five pieces of prey firmly in her jaws. It wasn't that hard, but it was rather difficult. She entered the camp, trotting over to the fresh-kill pile, and placing her catch at the bottom. She was just in time:

"May all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Highledge." came the customary call of Silverstar, bounding gracefully onto the Highledge of rock. She sat down, tail curled neatly over her paws, as she watched her Clan gather. She looked around for the face of Spottedpaw, found it, right by the Highledge, and was relieved to see that the apprentice wasn't singing her 'newly renditioned' song, now supposed to be titled, 'I'm going to become a warrior.' she had grown in maturity, and looks; that was clear.

She had matured, and was now sitting dignified, greatly unlike the kit that had been singing her apprentice song. She had also grown in her appearance, a very beautiful she-cat she had grown to become, with a light brown pelt, slightly lighter spots, and she was petite. Silverstar could see some warrior toms eyeing her a bit and she was not surprised.

"Dreamtail, are you satisfied that this apprentice is ready to become a warrior?" Silverstar asked, standing up.

Dreamtail dipped her head respectfully, and meowed, "Of course. She is ready."

"I, Silverstar, leader of ThunderClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down upon this apprentice. She has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend her a warrior in her turn. Spottedpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code, and protect and defend this Clan, even at the cost of your life?" she asked.

"I do." she replied.

With a curt nod, she meowed, "Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Spottedpaw, from this moment on you shall be known as Spottedfeather. The Clan honors you for your courage and patience, and we welcome you as a full warrior of ThunderClan." Silverstar rested her muzzle gently on the new warrior's head, and Spottedfeather licked her shoulder.

Her new name was chanted by the cats of ThunderClan and she walked down, heading towards the fresh-kill pile, intent on eating before her vigil. She chose a juicy vole, and ate it in a few bites. Standing up and shaking herself, she padded towards the entrance of the camp. She sat down and stared at Silverpelt. Aside from her own warrior ceremony, Brindlepelt sat by her. Brindlepelt was her best friend, but since they were on their vigil they could not talk until the next day.

Author's Note: Um... she's a warrior now. Yay!! Oh, and their first interaction must have been pretty awkward, don't you think?