Chapter 6. Enjoy your reading.

6. A home for good

"I say these words before StarClan that they may hear and approve of my choice." Bramblestar looked at Eagle, Dove, and Falcon. "Do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend this Clan even at the cost of your life?" The once rogues looked at each other in excitement.

"I do," They said solemnly in unison.

"Then by the power of StarClan I give you your warrior names. Falcon, from this moment on you shall be known as Falconstorm. StarClan honors your courage and strength, and we welcome you as a full warrior of ThunderClan." Bramblestar rested his muzzle on Falconstorm's head, and the new warrior licked his shoulder respectfully, and then took his place among the warriors. Bramblestar turned to Dove.

"From this moment on you shall be known as Doveheart. StarClan honors your protectiveness and loyalty, and we welcome you as a full warrior of ThunderClan." Doveheart did the same actions as Falconstorm, and sat beside him with the warriors. At last, Eagle was the only one left. She stood, waiting for her name and rank.

"Eagle, from this moment on you shall be known as Eaglewind. StarClan honors your spirit and skill, and we welcome you as a full warrior of ThunderClan." Eagle licked his shoulder respectfully as he laid his muzzle on the last new warrior. Eaglewind sat proudly with her brother and sister.

"Falconstorm! Doveheart! Eaglewind! Falconstorm! Doveheart! Eaglewind!" The Clan chanted their names over and over until Bramblestar flicked his tail for silence.

"All three of you shall take a vigil tonight until dawn. The rest of the Clan can rest comfortably. The meeting is over." Cats came up to congratulate the new members of their Clan. Among the first was Rainwhisker and Silverpaw, purring loudly.

"Quiet down. You're making enough noise for prey miles away to hear." Falconstorm's remark only made the two's purrs louder.

"And just to think that three days ago you three were first walking into the camp. Now you're full warriors of ThunderClan," Rainwhisker meowed. Eaglewind nodded.

"And we are very ex…" Eaglewind stopped as she grimaced in pain. She lifted her tail and found one of Sorreltail's kits firmly lodged on Eaglewind's tail.

"You know that does kind of hurt, Dapplekit. Could you by any chance stop biting my tail? I want to keep it." Dapplekit let go and dropped to the ground.

"Wildkit dared me to. He said that if I don't do it that he will get you for a mentor." Eaglewind purred. She had become very attached to Sorreltail's kits.

"Well, you tell Wildkit that it's not my decision to be his mentor and that you two are three moons away from becoming apprentices. And don't always listen to Wildkit." Dapplekit nodded furiously.

"Yes, Eaglewind," she replied and raced off to find her brother. Eaglewind examined her tail.

"Cats better watch out when she's a warrior. Dapplekit has a nasty bite." Falconstorm narrowed his eyes.

"What's this? My newly made warrior sister was taken down by a kit? Well, you don't say." Doveheart and Rainwhisker laughed.

"Come on, you two. Let's eat and take a quick nap." Doveheart started towards the fresh-kill pile, and then broke into a run with her brother and sister. Rainwhisker paused, then slowly padded towards a white she-cat who was talking to Sorreltail.

"Whitefur, would you like to eat with me and my friends," Rainwhisker asked as he flicked his tail towards Eaglewind, Doveheart, and Falconstorm. His heart was full of hope for Whitefur to say yes. Whitefur turned to her mother. Sorreltail nodded.

"Alright. Just give me a moment and I will be right there, okay?" Rainwhisker nodded.

"Can I get you anything?" Whitefur purred.

"A vole would do just nicely," she mewed as Rainwhisker raced off.

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Eaglewind eyed the load their friend carried as Rainwhisker padded up to them with a squirrel and a vole. "Hungry, or is someone special joining us?" Rainwhisker shuffled his paws.

"It's just Whitefur. I asked her if she wanted to come and eat with us." Falconstorm's eyes widened.

"You like Whitefur, don't you?" Rainwhisker turned and gazed at the white she-cat licking her mother on the head and starting to walk towards the four cats. He looked his three friends, embarrassed.

"She is great, isn't she?"

Eaglewind nodded. "She's just fine, Rainwhisker. You two are perfect for each other."

Rainwhisker looked down. "What if she doesn't like me that much? What if she just wants to be friends?" the kin looked at each other.

"You don't know that, Rainwhisker," Doveheart replied quietly. "Even if Whitefur wants to be friends and nothing more, it's better than nothing."

"Take it slow, and don't rush. Do it at her pace and your own pace." Falconstorm took one more gulp before stretching. "I am bushed. I retire to the warrior's den." After burying the remains of his dinner, Falconstorm trudged off.

"Where is he off to?" Whitefur came up behind them and stared at the cat in the distance. Eaglewind snickered.

"He claims he needs a good rest after all the work he has done." Whitefur tilted her head questionably.

"What has he done?"

Doveheart laughed. "Nothing!"

Rainwhisker prodded the vole on the ground.

"I got this for you, just like you wanted." Whitefur nodded

"Thank you, Rainwhisker." She bent down and took a bite of the vole. She sat comfortably while she chewed, and continued her meal.

The four cats had a wonderful meal together, and talked about a lot of things. Whitefur asked lots of questions regarding the kin's adventures and troubles in their roaming life. Eaglewind and Doveheart told a couple of their stories, but they never enjoyed their constant traveling. Although they had to admit that some of the things they saw, the creatures they met, and the adventures they had were quite astonishing. After they came to the lake, they've kept away from the Clans and had a pretty uneventful life for the past three moons. When Rainwhisker asked how old they really were, the sisters had to think about that. They never really thought about it. After a while, they came to a conclusion that they were about six to seven moons younger than Squirrelflight. After a while, Rainwhisker got a bit flustered with Whitefur, and the sisters went of to leave them be.