Okay, everyone! They're about to become warriors now, and I need ideas! So give me warrior name ideas please! Anything else you wanted to see? Well, here goes!

Chapter 11

Cloudpaw groaned and grumbled, "Stop, Dewpaw, leave me alone!"

He heard a sharp hiss, then Shadowclaw's voice. "Get up, Cloudpaw! Snowstorm wants you now, for hunting!"

Cloudpaw leapt to his paws, shaking clumps of moss from his fur. "Sorry, Shadowclaw," he mumbled.

The black and grey tom just hissed and stalked out of the den, flicking his tail with annoyance.

How does my patient and kind mentor tolerate that stingy furball as her mate? he wondered as he padded outside. He groaned. It was nearly sunhigh already! And he was still tired.

Then he remembered the previous night. Rainheart was his father! At first, he hadn't believed it, but all the evidence added up. He spotted Dewpaw, stretching at the fresh-kill pile. "Hey!" he hissed softly, bounding over to his sister.

"Hi, Cloudpaw," Dewpaw mewed. Her voice was quivering. "I-I'm still shocked about last night. I can't believe Feathercloud kept this secret from us for so long!" Her eyes narrowed. "And Thorntail!"

Cloudpaw nodded gravely. "I know, Dewpaw, same here. We have to confront Feathercloud and Thorntail about this."

Dewpaw nodded in agreement. "Everyone else in this Clan knows, and we were the only ones who didn't! But we shouldn't let anyone know that we know yet, alright?"

"Fine," he replied. He stooped to pick up a mouse from the fresh-kill pile, but a sharp mew startled him, and he dropped it.

Snowstorm was trotting over to him, her eyes narrowed. "Cloudpaw! What has gotten into you? You sleep until sunhigh, then try to eat? No, we'll go hunting first, then you can eat, after you take fresh-kill to Silverstorm and the medicine cats. Got it?"

Cloudpaw nodded. "Yes. I'm sorry."

Snowstorm sighed. "Well, Ashenfur, Thorntail, and Dawnheart are coming with us. They've already gone on dawn patrol, and have been waiting for you."

Cloudpaw felt his ear-tips turn pink. "I'm sorry," he mewed again, lowering his head.

"Cloudpaw, if something's bothering you, you can tell me," Snowstorm said quietly.

Cloudpaw shook his head, remembering what Dewpaw had told him. "No, I was just tired, Snowstorm."

Snowstorm gazed at him for a few brief moments, then got up. "Okay, let's go. The others are waiting at the entrance of camp."

He followed his mentor to where the other three cats waited. His father---no, Thorntail, sighed. "Cloudpaw, this is the first time you've slept for this long. Are you alright?"

Cloudpaw nodded. "Yes, I'm fine."

Ashenfur, his grandfather, glanced at him curiously. "If you don't feel well, maybe you shouldn't come. We've already wasted enough time."

Cloudpaw shook his head. "I'm sorry," he repeated.

Dawnheart was the only one to cut him some slack. As the padded out to the foreset, Cloudpaw walked alongside her, near the rear of the group.

"Don't worry about them," his aunt--NO! Dawnheart-- purred. "They're just so old they forgot their apprentice days when they slept in."

Cloudpaw couldn't help but purr. "That's kind of rude."

Dawnheart rolled her eyes. "I'm just playing."

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"Nice catch," Thorntail commended.

Cloudpaw flicked his tail as he buried the squirrel he had just caught. He didn't care much for Thorntail much at all.

"Cloudpaw, you don't seem much like yourself today. Is everything alright?" Thorntail asked, his voice full of genuine concern.

"I'm fine," Cloudpaw answered. "I was just tired."

Thorntail opened his mouth, as if to speak, then closed it again. Finally, he mewed, "Okay, then, but if you want to talk about anything, then…"

"I know," Cloudpaw snapped.

Thorntail recoiled. "Cloudpaw!"

"I'm sorry, I'm just… tired!"

Thorntail sighed. "Well fix your attitude!"

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Snowstorm nodded. "Take some fresh-kill to Silverstorm, then the medicine cats, okay? Then you can eat. Your warrior naming ceremony will be at sunset, so hurry."

"Really? THAT'S GREAT! Thank you, Snowstorm!" Cloudpaw purred. He grabbed a fat squirrel from the fresh-kill pile and raced over to the elders den. He padded inside, dropping it at Silverstorm's feet.

"Hi, Cloudpaw," Silverstorm purred.

Cloudpaw dipped his head. "Hello."

Silverstorm began eating. "Thanks for bringing this to me," she mewed between hearty bites.

Cloudpaw purred. "This might be the last time I bring you fresh-kill," he said proudly. "I'm getting my warrior name at sunset."

"Oh, really?" Silverstorm mewed, her eyes gleaming with interest and pride. "That's wonderful. Congratulations."

Cloudpaw dipped his head. "Thank you." He glanced out, then mewed, "I have to take fresh-kill to Mosspelt and Frostpaw now. I'll see you later."

Silverstorm nodded in reply.

Cloudpaw padded back to the fresh-kill pile and picked a vole and a mouse, then raced back to the medicine cat den. Mosspelt and Frostpaw were both inside, looking through herbs.

"Hello, Mosspelt," he mewed, trying to avoid Frostpaw's blue eyes. "I brought you some fresh-kill."

"Thank you, Cloudpaw. I'm not very hungry right now, though. Frostpaw?" The medicine cat turned to her apprentice.

Frostpaw purred. "Sure, I'll have that vole there." She padded forward to take the vole, and her nose touched Cloudpaw's for a brief moment. Cloudpaw shivered, then put the mouse down.

"I'll just leave this here," he said, turning quickly to leave. He shook himself, trying to clear his head of Frostpaw's sweet, herby scent. I have to forget about her. I'm going to be a warrior!

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Dewpaw spotted Cloudpaw and rushed over. "Hey, get over here! We're going to speak to Feathercloud and Thorntail!"

"What? Now?" her brother replied.

Dewpaw nodded. "Yes. After our warrior ceremony, we'll have to sit vigil, and we won't have time.

"Well, what about Cloverpaw?"

"She went to get Feathercloud and Thorntail. We're going to speak privately behind the nursery," Dewpaw answered. "Now come on!"

She led the way to where she and Cloverpaw had agreed to meet. She was already there, with Feathercloud and Thorntail.

"Okay, what's going on?" Thorntail asked impatiently. "I had to leave a border patrol."

Dewpaw glanced at Cloverpaw. They had agreed to be straight to the point, and as accusatory as possible.

The Rainheart look-alike hissed, "You're not our father."

It was evident that both cats were stumped. "H---how did you know?" Thorntail meowed.

Feathercloud let out a whimper. "Kits, I'm so sorry! I should've told you before!"

Thorntail silenced her with a flick of his tail and glared at Cloverpaw.

Dewpaw decided to go to her sister's rescue. "We're not mouse brained! Anyone can see that look nothing like you!"

Feathercloud's voice quivered. "Do you know who your father is?"

"Rainheart," Cloudpaw said without hesitation. "You both lied to us!"

Feathercloud sighed. "I'm sorry, all three of you. I wanted to tell you before, but… too many things were going on. We were going to tell you after you got your warriors name." She glanced at Thorntail, but his eyes were hard and dark. "Thorntail?" she whispered.

Dewpaw hissed. "And you decided to lie to us? All this time, I thought Thorntail was our father! And he was a good father, but we wanted the truth! And now, we find out that we're halfclan! We're not ThunderClan, we're not RiverClan!"

Feathercloud cringed. ""You're RainClan," she mumbled.

"What?" Cloudpaw hissed.

Feathercloud shook her head. "I'm sorry, really, I am. I don't want you to hate me. And you're right, Rainheart is your father."

Dewpaw's eyes were narrowed into slits. "Then tell us this: Why? What happened? Why are we Rainheart's kits? What went on for this to happen?"

Feathercloud glanced up at her mate, but Thorntail was unsupportive. He looked away, his head lowered. Feathercloud let out a small sigh and mewed, "I'm sorry, I can't."

"You can't or you won't?" Dewpaw hissed. "And we already know about Streampaw, our sister. First you give us a fake father, then you split up the litter? How could you?"

She felt a tail on her shoulder and turned around. Cloverpaw was shaking her head. "Dewpaw, we found out what we needed to know. Rainheart was right."

Dewpaw nodded. "Fine."

The three siblings began to turn away. But before they left, Dewpaw turned and mewed, "Rainheart says he still loves you, Feathercloud."

After seeing Feathercloud's startled reaction and Thorntail's face full of fury and jealousy, Dewpaw turned away and dragged her paws toward the apprentices den.

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"May all cats join under the Highrock for a Clan meeting!" Smokestar yowled.

Cloudpaw and his siblings raced over to the Highrock excitedly. The other ThunderClan cats all filed out of the dens to see the ceremony. Cloudpaw purred when he saw Silverstorm slowly padding over. Then his heart beat faster, seeing Frostpaw sitting a few tail-lengths from him. He turned away and looked up at Smokestar.

"We have three cats who have proved themselves worthy of becoming ThunderClan warriors," Smokestar announced proudly. "Cloverpaw, Dewpaw, and Cloudpaw, please step forward."

Cloudpaw stood up and padded up to the Highrock, his sisters right beside him.

Smokestar's eyes settled on his own apprentice first. "Cloverpaw, as your mentor, I feel that you are ready to receive your warrior name. Do you agree to defend and remain loyal to ThunderClan at all costs?"

Cloverpaw glanced back at Cloudpaw and Dewpaw, as if to add, Even if I'm halfclan? But she replied, her voice strong and confident, "I do."

Smokestar purred. "Then I now give you your warrior name. From now on, you will be called Clovernight."

Cloudpaw heard his sister purr at her pretty name, then she leapt up to the Highrock. Smokestar laid his head on her forehead, and she licked his shoulder.

"And now, Dewpaw," Smokestar mewed.

Cloudpaw turned to his sister encouragingly. She nodded, leaping up to the Highrock.

"Hazelstep, do you agree that this young she-cat has proved herself worthy of her warrior name?"

Hazelstep nodded proudly and purred, "Of course."

"Well, then, Dewpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and remain loyal to your birth Clan?" Smokestar questioned.

"I do," Dewpaw said in a clear, but quiet voice.

Smokestar nodded approvingly. "Then I now give you your name, Dewleaf."

Dewleaf purred, and the warrior name acceptance ritual was repeated.

Cloudpaw felt a thrill of exhilaration surge through him when the leader's blue gaze turned to him. He stepped forward, his nose quivering with excitement.

"Snowstorm? Has Cloudpaw met all the requirements in his training?"

The white she-cat purred. "Yes, Smokestar."

Smokestar nodded. "Cloudpaw, do you promise to fight for ThunderClan, even at the cost of death?"

Cloudpaw nodded. Of course I do, even though I'm not fully ThunderClan. "I do," he mewed, his voice firm.

"Then I now present you with your warrior name. Cloudstorm."

They exchanged licks, then the whole of ThunderClan erupted into cheers. "Clovernight! Dewleaf! Cloudstorm! Clovernight! Dewleaf! Cloudstorm!"

Cloudstorm gazed around the clearing. Most cats were cheering, but some, like Shadowclaw, were not. I don't blame them. I don't like the fact that I'm halfclan as much as they do.

"As you may know, you three will sit vigil tonight."

How was that? Let me know if you like the names. Credit to Cloudstorm goes to Petstar. Please review! I want feedback! And make sure you've voted on my poll, I really want to get started. Thanks everyone!