Three Moons Later
All had been well in WindClan lately.
Since the battle with ThunderClan at the border, things had improved greatly. Peace had been made with ThunderClan, after they promised not to be caught on WindClan territory again. Though hostility still lingered in the air whenever the two Clans met, no battles would be fought anytime soon. All the wounds of the battle had been healed, and things had continued on normally.
Heatherpaw and Breezepaw had continued to train together, and Heatherpaw felt much happier after the battle. Perhaps it was simply knowing that Lionpaw was finally behind her. Or perhaps it was just knowing that Breezepaw trusted her in the entirety that Lionpaw ever had and more. Heatherpaw could never know if she would have been happier with Lionpaw, but she knew that she was happy with Breezepaw.
"All cats old enough to catch their own prey gather under the Great Oak for a Clan meeting!" Onestar called one night.
Breezepaw and Heatherpaw both arrived quickly, leaving half-eaten rabbit behind. Though the temperature was dropping lower and lower and normally, they wouldn't give up prey, Breezepaw and Heatherpaw knew why this meeting was being called, and they were nothing short of ecstatic.
"Breezepaw, step forward," Onestar meowed as the meeting began.
Gingerly, Breezepaw stepped forward. His head was bowed in respect, but it was also to hide a wide smile. It was finally happening! He was about to become a warrior!
"You have fought well to defend your Clan when you are needed in battle, and have done well to feed your Clan when they need it. It is time for you to become a warrior." Onestar spoke the words slowly, but they were not met by the slightest surprise from any cats in the crowd. Everyone knew that Onestar was going to make Breezepaw a warrior.
"From this day forward, you will be known as Breezefoot, a warrior of WindClan," Onestar meowed. "May StarClan recognize you as a full warrior."
"Breezefoot! Breezefoot!" the cats of WindClan cheered.
Breezefoot smiled widely and stepped away from his leader, returning to sit beside Heatherpaw. Heatherpaw looked at him for a moment, admiring the new warrior. Muscles rippled strongly under his pelt, and though he was slim and swift, he was probably stronger than any ThunderClan cat his age, not to mention faster than most WindClan cats. He really had grown into an amazing warrior.
"Heatherpaw, step forward," Onestar meowed, his eyes meeting Heatherpaw's excited green eyes. Without a word, Heatherpaw approached her leader, excitement getting bigger and bigger.
"You, too, have fought well to defend your Clan in its time of need, and your hunting skills have proved useful when your Clan finds itself hungry. Heatherpaw, it is time that you become a warrior." Once again, there was no surprise in the eyes of the cats of WindClan. Everyone had already known that Heatherpaw, too, would become a warrior. Breezefoot was not the only one who had been training especially hard lately.
"From this day forward you will be known as Heatherpelt. May StarClan recognize you as a full warrior of StarClan," Onestar meowed.
Heatherpelt licked Onestar gently on the shoulder, and then turned to look at the cats of her Clan. Each was cheering her name, congratulating her on being a warrior.
"Tonight, you will hold a silent vigil," Onestar meowed to just Heatherpelt and Breezefoot. "But tomorrow I'd like you to come to the gathering."
Smiles lit up both the faces of Breezefoot and Heatherpelt. The day could not have been going much better for the two, could it?