Chapter 4, a stormy night in WindClan camp

Thunderbutt and the cat called Duck soared into camp, held up by their magical carpet. Thunderbutt said to the cat called Duck, "So what would you like your new name to be?"

"My new name?" Duck said, not understanding.

"Well if you're going to be a warrior you MUST have a warriors name. Duck will just not do."

"So what will it be? Duckpelt? Duckheart?"

"hahahahahahahahaha! duckheart?" Thunderbutt's laughter did not only come from his mouth.

Duck rambled on as they walked towards the Clan Leader's den, cats shrinking away from Thunderbutt's "laughter". "Duckfall? Ducksong? Duckflight?"

Thunderbutt could barely stop his 'laughter' from destroying WindClan camp. Heatherstar stormed out of her den, shrieking, "THUNDERBUTT LOOK WHAT YOU DID NOW WE'LL HAVE TO REPAIR ALL THE DAMAGE!"

Gorseheart broke in, also shrieking, "THUNDERBUTT YOU BROUGHT A ROGUE INTO CAMP!"

Heatherstar admonished him sternly. "Gorseheart, only she-cats can shriek. even if you have a sissy name it doesn't mean that you can act like a she-cat. StarClan, Thunderbutt what have you been eating?"

"I had to keep up my strength for the journey, Heatherstar."

Heatherstar looked like she was about to feint but asked stiffly, "who is your friend here?"

"He calls himself Duck, but," then what Thunderbutt said was impossible to hear over the whirl-wind that had claimed the dens coming back.

Heatherstar protested, "We can't have a cat named that! It would be... wrong."

"If you don't then I'll make you regret it."

Heatherstar sighed. Having Thunderbutt in her Clan was very difficult, and sometimes she wondered if it was worth it. Then a wondrous idea struck her. "Alright Thunderbutt, I'll hold the ceremony right away."

Thunderbutt was happy again. Besides, WindClan cats shouldn't mind sleeping in all the 'wind', should they? He wondered why it was such an issue. Heatherstar was old-fashioned, he decided.

"all cats old enough to catch their own prey and not asleep from shock and smell in the medicine cat den, gather here beneath the highrock for a Clan meeting!
"We are here today to welcome a new cat into our Clan today. his previous name was... Duck. but as per a special request from Thunderbutt he shall henceforth be called... wait, doesn't he have to be an apprentice first?"

All the cats of WindClan shrunk back at the thought of having another apprentice in the Clan, brought in by Thunderbutt of all cats. "no!" they all said.

Heatherstar sighed. "Then so be it. Henceforth he shall be known as... CINDERBLOCK!"

The newly named Cinderblock looked ready to protest but didn't. He said, "erm... ok."

Thunderbutt made off for the demolished warriors den but Heatherstar stopped him. "Thunderbutt, you'll have to clean up the damage you did here. I'm sure your, erm, special powers will come in handy?"

Thunderbutt looked pleased to be asked, and all the other cats in camp slept, not in camp, but at the far end of the territory. Thunderbutt used his magical powers to lift the nests and moss back into place, erected the sticks again that had fallen down, and put the heather back. The camp was repaired, but far from fragrant. Thunderbutt wondered where Cinderblock had gotten to. He hoped that Cinderblock would appreciate his powers, but he had his doubts. Thunderbutt decided that he would just have to pretend to have been repairing the camp all night but had actually gone to hunt beany mice. Not that he needed any more beany mice, the jerusalem artichokes had taken care of that. In fact, he had a hard time staying on the ground! Thunderbutt sighed, then went to hunt at his beany mice patch.

"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here beneath the highrock for a Clan meeting!" Heatherstar called in an unusually good mood. "Two of our... 'warriors' have gone missing. Cinderblock and Thunderbutt."
gorseheart called out, not in worry but sounding partly glad, "They've been gone a moon!"
"Yes," Heatherstar agreed. "But I have decided if there are no volunteers to go look for them there will be no search party. As much as Thunderbutt may have had his advantages, he filled windClan camp with... erm, discontent. And Cinderblock wasn't much use. So I conclude... Are there any volunteers?"

Skypaw and Moorpaw, Thunderbutt's two sisters, had become warriors while Thunderbutt was on his journey. Their names were Skylight and Moorsong now. Skylight had had kits with Dirtpaw, who had been named Dirtpath. She was going to give birth any day now. There were, however, no volunteers to look for thunderbutt and cinderblock.

"Good. Then we shall proceed to the gathering as planned!"