I don't own Warriors, Erin Hunter does! Thanks for reading!
Graypaw awoke to a sharp prodding in her side. She jumped up, fur fluffed. "What?" she asked, looking around.
"Relax, it's just me," Icepaw soothed. "Are you okay? All night you were saying 'just friends'."
Her eyes widened. "Oh, um… I'm okay. A bad dream, I guess." Bramblepaw…
Icepaw sniffed her friend's fur. Graypaw froze in fear. "You—uh, smell like the forest," she said. "Have you been out?"
Oh, Starclan! Otterpaw poked her head in the den. "Icepaw!" she called. "It's time for our warrior assessment!"
"What?" Graypaw gasped. "You didn't tell me you had your assessment today!" She was thankful to change the subject.
"It was a surprise," Icepaw admitted. "It's only me, Otterpaw, and Ripplepaw."
"Good luck!" the gray apprentice called as her friend left the den.
"Otterpaw," Miststar meowed. "You will now be known as Ottersplash." The young warrior dipped her head and disappeared into a crowd of cheering cats. "Icepaw, you will now be known as Icetail." The cats cheered again as the new white-furred warrior sat beside Graypaw, embarrassed. "And last, but not least, Ripplepaw. You will now be known as Ripplefur."
Graypaw cheered his name the loudest, of course. After all the cats congratulated them, she bounded over to them happily with Splashpaw. "Congrats!" she purred.
"Thanks," Icetail mewed. "I don't really like all that attention…"
Splashpaw nudged Ripplefur in a friendly way. "Congrats, Ripplefur!" he purred.
"Should we all go hunting?" Ottersplash suggested.
"Sure!"