A/N: Here's chapter 3, Graypaw gets his warrior name finally! I think this is gonna be a story I'm gonna definitely finish! Alright enjoy everyone! :D]
Chapter 3
I padded into camp beside Skyfur, head hanging. I felt so bad about hurting Streampaw. I didn't mean to, Streampaw is my best friend! I just got into the battle…I'll never be able to forgive myself again.
The pretty silver she-cat was walking up ahead, cobwebs around her nipped ear and on the side. I lowered my eyes when Skyfur looked at me sternly before we entered the camp, "I'm going to ask Icestar about your ceremony, Graypaw. I'm sure she'll understand about what you did today," He meowed. I nodded and made my way through the bramble-entrance, jumped down into the camp. Skyfur followed with Streampaw, and I noticed Icestar sitting on the icerock with Lionfang beside her. Maybe she was going to make me into a warrior!
I saw her nod slightly to my mentor and my aqua eyes flared up in hope. I could see she had already called clan meeting; all of my clanmates were sitting beside the icerock.
Skyfur padded up and say below where our leader was. Streampaw and I padded forward and Icestar jumped down to meet us.
"Lionfang and Skyfur, are your apprentices good enough to become warriors?" She asked. Both mentors nodded, "Very well. I ,Icestar, leader of Iceclan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on these 2 apprentices. They have trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend them to you as warriors in their turn. Streampaw, Graypaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code, to protect and defend this clan, even at the cost of your own lives?" Her voice rang around the camp with authority, and I said clearly and determined, "I do," and Streampaw echoed me just as determined.
"Then you shall get your warrior names. Streampaw, from this moment on you'll be known as Streamsong. Starclan honors your loyalty and courage, and we welcome you as a full warrior of Iceclan. Graypaw, from this moment on you will be known as Graystorm. Starclan honors you courage and determination, and we welcome you as a full warrior of Iceclan."
The cats all purred and called out, "Streamsong! Graystorm!" I blinked and puffed out my chest in pride, standing next to Streamsong. I licked her cheek playfully and stared into the cats' faces.
"The tradition is that Streamsong and Graystorm will guard the camp tonight. They cannot talk, or move. Young ones, come get me if there's trouble." We both nodded and took our places in the middle of camp, while the warriors retreated to their dens. I sighed and shivered. This was gonna be a long night.