"Solemnskin! Stormcry! Solemnskin! Stormcry!"
Sunsteps was the first cat to chant, then Bluemoon, and eventually the rest of the clan joined in. Waspfur sat beside her mother, grinning in a mocking way. Stormcry and Solemnskin were both insulting names. They both leered at Opalstar, who already returned to his den. The old cat didn't like either of the new warriors. Solemnskin said that while talking to the elders, he found out that Stormcry's father was Opalstar's brother. Stormcry never thought she had any family, and that the black-pelted leader just didn't like her because no one else did. Alas, he had a reason.
Solemnskin and Stormcry walked to the middle of the camp and watched as the moon shown brightly. There was a gathering tonight, and they had to sit vigil. Neither of the two warriors had ever gone to a gathering. The Thunderclan cats were afraid that Solemnskin's kin would recognize him and try to fight to get him back. Stormcry was just a disgrace, so she stayed and waited for the cats to come back and then hear the news.
Both cats were completely silent. Stormcry faced the entrance and perked her ears for every sound. Solemnskin watched the dirt place tunnel and any other places that could be broken into. Solemnskin could smell her fear scent. The tom shook his head, he wouldn't let the night scare him. His mind was clear, and he watched the camp carefully, unknowing he would someday be responsible for the life of every cat within it, and in a melancholy way, Stormcry felt that, that was her destiny.