Brokenpaw kneaded the moss under his paws; he opened his eyes and looked at the empty spot near his nest. His eyes wandering towards the crow that sat on the other end. He stared at his paws in shame, but he got up to his paws shaking again. and he carefully stepped towards the crow, while grabbing it up from its spot he collapsed. He ended up dragging it back to his nest, settling down while looking at the cold dead crow.
He reached out and bit into the crow, pulling back a couple of entrails from its body; with its feathers and skin sticking to it; and started munching down. But he looked up as Featherfern settled down beside him. "Good morning." She meowed.
Brokenpaw pushed his head up against her, the old she-cat purred while embracing him. The silvery gray she-cat wrapped tightly around the reddish brown tom. "Featherfern, I'm sorry."
The silvery gray she-cat looked down into his eyes. "What is there to be sorry for?"
Brokenpaw looked away. "I didn't mean to harm you, I caused what has happened to me and I brought harm to my friends." He answered.
Featherfern rested her muzzle on the top of his head, her tail running down his back to comfort him. "You didn't hurt me, you may have slightly concerned me… but you have never made me regret anything."
Brokenpaw nestled closer, his eyes wandering to his paws. "I still have troubles walking; will I be able to at all?"
A laugh rumbled in Featherfern's throat. "You are injured, but you aren't crippled; don't worry about it for now."
Brokenpaw chuckled, his eyes wandering down to his paws. Thoughts started to journey and wander through his mind, he grabbed a few pieces of moss in-between his claws. He still had feeling, although most of the time he felt pain in his legs. He returned his gaze to Featherfern who laid her head down next to his.
"Perhaps you ought to stay a little while, let those wounds heal… fox wounds reopened and layered on will take a while to heal." Brokenpaw answered.
Brokenpaw nodded, his eyes meeting her soft light blue orbs. He nuzzled closer and she held him in her embrace, his eyes darkened. "What do I do now, what if the cat Twisted serves comes to try and kill me again?" he murmured. "What if…"
"We'll all be fine, I can assure you of that… no cat will be able to sneak up and attack us like that again." Featherfern reassured him, her tongue rasped over his ears.
He squirmed as she groomed his pelt, he gently pushed her away with his paws to try and get her to stop. But she persisted and purred as he wriggled about beside her.
…
"Goodnight Featherfern, it's good to be here with you again." Brokenpaw purred.
The silvery gray she-cat turned and smiled at him. "The pleasures all mine, you just get some rest for tomorrow… and I'll stay beside, don't worry about it I can promise that we're all safe.
Brokenpaw nodded as he stared off and slowly let his eyelids droop down to close around his eyes.
"Spottedpaw, you have reached the age of twelve moons and with the setting sun marking the end of your assessment, you are receiving the ability to become a full warrior of RiverClan."
Spottedpaw stared at her paws as Darkstar continued on.
"Spottedpaw, are you ready to become a warrior of RiverClan?"
"I do." she answered.
"Then by the right of StarClan, by the will of our ancestors I give you your warrior name; Spottedpaw from this day forth you shall be known as Spottednight; may starclan honor your loyalty and willingness to the warrior code."
Spottedpaw dipped her head, and licked his shoulder as Darkstar rested his muzzle on her forehead. She looked up into his cold blue eyes that held nothing but that… coldness.
"Spottednight, Spottednight!" the clan cheered out in hope and joy.
Spottednight felt her heart rise at her praise from the other clan mates, but her eyes wandered over to bluepaw who was older than her, but still an apprentice.