Prologue
The moon was high in the sky. Hollowpaw's yellow eyes sparkled brightly in the dark. Flipstar strode confidently toward Toprock, leaping at just the right distance to land square in the middle of the tall gray boulder. "All cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here under this Toprock," He called. Quickly, Gingertail and Hollowpaw emerged from their nooks. The rest of the clan followed more slowly.
"The clan has gathered here on this moonlit night to honor a new warrior. Hollowpaw," Flipstar meowed, and Hollowpaw stepped forward, "Do you promise to uphold the warrior, even at the cost of your life?" "I do." "Then, in the will of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. From this moment forward you are Holllowheart!"
"Hollowheart!" Gingertail cried out, not caring she was the only one. Hollowheart showed no sign he had heard, and carried out the regular movement of the ritual. "By tradition you now have to carry a silent vigil until dawn," Flipstar yowled, and flicked his tail dismissively. Hollowheart slinked slowly toward the entrance to the came, the only slope not blocked by mountain boulders.
Sometime after, Hollowheart heard a soft whimper. He walked briskly toward it, face showing no emotion. It was coming from the nursery! Narrowing his eyes, Hollowheart stuck his head into the nursery cave. The noise came from Wishingsoul, whose stomach was visibly contracting.
"Roseleaf," She whispered hoarsely. "Roseleaf!" Hollowheart repeated, shouting it loudly. Icesplinter was the actual first to wake, hissing as she saw who it was standing there. Roseleaf was the next to enter, mouth full of tangy smelling herbs. A few minutes later a tiny, yet very beautiful, bundle of living fur was suckling from it's mother. "Petalkit…" Wishingsoul whispered quietly, tiredly.
Here's my poem attempt! Kind critics welcome!
I am a warrior
Through and through,
Vigil tonight I must sit
Just one little bit,
There's a kit!