Wolfkit collapsed, panting. He didn't know how close he was to the spot he's fallen into the river at. He was wondering if he'd passed it maybe. He just hoped that a Thunderclan patrol wouldn't find him. He pricked his ears as he heard the undergrowth rustle behind him. Just my luck…
Wolfkit turned around to face Whitewing and Alderheart. He flattened his ears, ashamed of being found lost.
"Great Starclan!" Whitewing exclaimed. She turned to Alderheart. "It's a kit. What should we do with it?"
"Take it back to camp, I'll keep looking for herbs." The tom meowed.
"I can hear you, unless you haven't noticed." Wolfkit grumbled, twitching an ear. "The only place I'm going is back to Stealthclan."
Alderheart snorted. "You look like you fell in the river."
"I did!" He hissed.
The Thunderclan medicine cat's shoulder fur began to bristle and his jaws opened to let out another sharp comment.
The white she-cat slapped her tail across his mouth, casting him a glare. Then she looked back at Wolfkit, her gaze sympathetic. "I suppose that your clan may be worried. I would take you back to them, but we need more warriors."
"You're keeping me here?" He growled deeply in shock. "You can't do that to me!"
"Actually, the warrior code says to help any kit in need." Alderheart reminded him, satisfaction in his voice.
"It doesn't say to take them into your clan against their will!" Wolfkit slid his claws out and lashed his tail.
"What's your name?" Whitewing asked, gently.
"Wolfkit." He replied, uneasily.
"Well, for now on, we're going to call you Onekit." The medicine cat told him, more gently.
"Why?" He asked, knowing he sounded stupid.
"Because we found just one kit." Alderheart mewed simply. "Come on, we might as well all go back to camp. Herbs can wait."
As they began to turn back deeper into Thunderclan territory, Whitewing looked down at him. "What were you doing out of your camp anyway?"
"Well…" The wolf-like kit mumbled. "It's a long story."
"Were you exploring?" Alderheart asked. "Kits your age are usually really curious about the forest."
"Uh, yeah." He half lied. "My brother and I were curious about the territory."
"Did your brother fall in with you?" The white she-cat turned toward him, worry in her eyes.
"No." The kit reassured her. "He is actually the main reason I fell in, though he tried to save me."
They continued on in silence. It was nearly dusk when he finally spotted a bramble thorn barrier. They headed towards it, ducking through and into the camp. He forced himself to ignore the curious glances of the Thunderclan cats.
"How old are you?" Alderheart asked as they headed towards a small den at the back of the camp.
"Six moons, tomorrow." He replied honestly.
"Maybe Squirrelstar could perform your ceremony today then." Whitewing suggested with a purr. "We should get you over to her either way."
They reached the den entrance.
"Squirrelstar?" Alderheart called in.
"Enter." A she-cat's voice came.
"You first, Onekit." The white she-cat mewed.
Ducking his head, he entered the den. Whitewing followed, Alderheart on her paws.
A ginger she-cat sat at the back of the den, her back towards them. She turned around, revealing a white paw and a white belly. "I thought you were looking for herbs, Alderheart."
"We found something else instead." The medicine cat responded. He flicked his tail towards the wolf-like kit. "This is Onekit. He was a Stealthclan kit, but he fell in the river and we found him."
"We thought we'd bring him back because we need more warriors." Whitewing added.
"You stole a kit from another clan!" Her eyes flashed.
"He was on our side of the border." Alderheart reminded her calmly. "Besides, like Whitewing said-"
"We need more warriors, I know." Squirrelstar interrupted. "But that's not a reason to bring him here. Stealthclan is probably worried sick. We could start a war by keeping him here! But I need to do what's best for Thunderclan." Her voice calmed. "Onekit stays."
What do you think of his new name?