Spiderheart was laying by the edge of the Moonpool, nose to the water. Every few minutes, a spasm would rock her body, and we would freak out, afraid that she was hurt. After what seemed like moons, she was still.

"Is she dead?" squeaked Redpaw, terrified.

I reached down and touched my nose to her fur. "No. I think she's about to wake up, though," I told the others.

As soon as the words left my mouth, Spiderheart jumped up. She looked around, confused, then remembered where she was and relaxed.

"Are you okay, Spiderheart?" I asked. "What happened? Why were you twitching like that?"

"I'm sorry, Moonnight," she told me, "but I can't speak of my leader ceremony to anyone. And it's Spiderstar now," she added proudly. "But we must get back to the clan. I have to pick a deputy. I should have done it before we left, but I was too distraught. StarClan wasn't happy with me."

"Alright," I told our new leader. "But, while we're walking, could you explain the naming system? I don't really get it."

We started to walk back towards the border, and Spiderstar started to speak, but before she could say anything, three lithe cats leapt out of a bush.

"What are you doing here?" the largest, a bright orange tabby she-cat, snarled at us.

"I'm sorry we're on your territory, Sunheart," Spiderstar mewed, "but Whitestar was killed by Darkstar in a battle last sunhigh. I just got my nine lives and leader name."

Sunheart backed off, her fur lying flat. Her other companions, an orange tom and a white, gray, and black tabby she-cat, stayed ready for battle. "I'm sorry to hear that, Spiderstar," Sunheart mewed sadly. "He was a great leader, and will be honored by all the clans," turning to her companions, she spat, "Firetongue, Divewater, calm down. They were at the Moonpool. They're not going to attack us."

"Thank you," purred Spiderstar. "We'll see you at the next Gathering."

We walked away. "Who was that?" I asked Spiderstar.

"Sunheart is the WindClan deputy. The other she-cat, Divewater, was her apprentice. And the tom, Firetongue, is another warrior of WindClan," Spiderstar mewed. "Oh, you wanted to hear about the naming system, didn't you?" I nodded. "OK. When we're born, we are given two names. One is our regular name, which we keep for our whole life, and the other is kit. Let's use Graykit as an example. When he becomes an apprentice, his name will change to Graypaw. And then when he becomes a warrior, his name will change to Graytongue. Or Grayfoot. Or Graysun. I think you get my idea. And if he becomes deputy, his name won't change. But if he becomes leader, then he'll become Graystar. Simple as that," Spiderstar meowed.

"Oh, wow. I thought it was going to be harder to understand. That's so simple!" Dawnpelt mewed. I jumped. I had forgotten my friends were there.

At that point we were back at the camp. Spiderstar raced ahead of us, apparently eager to tell the rest of the clan that she had been accepted as leader.

When we walked into camp, I heard purrs and meows of approval. I hoped I hadn't missed her naming her deputy. We hadn't. Spiderstar was just about to climb on top of the High Rock.

"May all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here beneath the High Rock for a clan meeting!" she yowled to the sky. Cats began to slowly trickle out of dens, creating a large mass of furry bodies below High Rock. Spiderstar began speaking. "I say these words before StarClan, so that they may hear and approve of my choice," she mewed. "Islandwater will be the new deputy of ThunderClan." And with that, the new leader entered the leader's den, Islandwater still standing in shock, mewing, "Me?"