Oh my gosh. I'm SOOOO sorry about the holdup, but it was totally out of my control. We were having problems with our internet, and it stopped working. It will probably still be a few days before I can update any more of my stories, too, because this isn't even my computer.
Super sorry guys, and here's the chapter!
"No!" Streampaw wailed, waking about half the camp. She didn't care. It's the panther! she thought.
"Streampaw!" Sunclaw, a senior warrior, yowled. "What's going on?" She didn't answer, or care.
The panther ran away by the time she reached Snakepaw. He was torn apart, and barely alive. He smiled when she reached him, her cheeks soaked. He breathed in a shaky breath.
"I'm sorry; this is good-bye, my tropical flower." His eyes dimmed.
She collapsed, making a caterwaul that surely woke the rest of IceClan. She didn't notice Boulderstar beside her until her senses became aware again.
"After the Gathering, when I talked with Fernstar, she said that he passed," he told her.
"Are you disappointed in me?" she asked him.
"Of course I'm disappointed," he replied.
She quieted.
"Fernstar told me his name would have been Snakestripe."
"I just can't believe he's dead. This is my fault. I should've come earlier."
"Do you want to be a warrior tonight?" he asked, as if the torn body in front of them had never happened.
"What does it matter?"
"Come." He beckoned her with his tail.
"All cats that are old enough to catch their own prey should meet me under the Ice Boulder for a Clan meeting!"
I don't want a warrior name, she thought.
"Streampaw, before I begin, what did he call you?"
"He always called me his tropical flower," she sobbed.
He considered this for a moment. "Pebblespots and Stormfrost have told me that you could become a warrior without an assessment. Streampaw, do you promise to uphold the Warrior Code and defend your Clan at all costs, even your life?"
"I do," she hollowly replied.
"Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Streampaw, from this moment on, you will be known as Streamflower." Streamflower? "May the name bring you comfort after grief has passed, and punishment while it still lasts."
Streamflower.
Streamflower.
Streamflower.
The new name went over and over in her mind. No one in the Clan congratulated her, and she hated it.
Streamflower.
Streamflower.
Streamflower.
So that pretty much wraps up Tropical Flower, but I'm going to make an alternate ending based on the review a moon's shadow gave me, and painthorsegirl215.
Bye!