"Daypaw, from this moment until StarClan claims your life, you shall be known in the forest as Daylight," said Noblestar nobly. "StarClan honours your skill and ignorance." Daylight cheered her name along with the rest of the clan. She felt sad that her mother and father weren't here to see her warrior ceremony. Lionstorm had been killed by a rampaging dog pack, while Shimmercloud had died of an extremely mild case of whitecough.
"Well done," said Featherberry.
"Thank you," purred Daylight happily. This really was the best day of her life! But then she remembered the ominous prophecy that Featherberry had told her on her first day as an apprentice. She wondered whether the night from the prophecy was Nightstar, evil leader of GloomyClan.
Daylight slipped through the trees and down to the river, where she saw Herbfang collecting dock leaves. She purred to herself. The careful medicine cat apprentice was the most handsome tom she had ever seen, and she knew they were meant to be. Stalking quietly, she jumped over the log she had been hiding behind and landed in front of Herbfang.
"Be my mate," she said huskily, draping her tail over his back. Herbfang looked surprised, then nodded.
"Sure thing," he said, licking her ear. "But what about being a medicine cat?" Daylight snorted.
"Just stop being a medicine cat. Everyone does it all the time," she said dismissively. Herbfang shrugged.
"Okay then. Let's have the most beautiful, talented, amazing kits the forest has ever seen."