The next day, Sandpaw was still behaving like an envious brat. She loathed how much attention Cloverpaw was receiving because of her fighting skills. This made Cloverpaw feel pretty sympathetic for her friend. She deserved some recognition too, her fighting wasn't bad, and she was one of the best hunters. But still, Willowpaw and Brightpaw weren't complaning either. The four of them usually sat together, but when Sandpaw was in one of her moods, they'd let her be until she cooled down a bit.
Their denmates, Snowpaw, Amberpaw and Dewpaw had almost completed their training. They were having their final assement at the very moment, and Cloverpaw couldn't wait to hear if they passed or not. She often wondered what it would be like, without traing and taking care of the elders, what would they do all day, but the warrirors didn't seem like they had nothing to do, in fact they were always sprinting around camp these days, saying it was urgent and that if you weren't a warrior you couldn't know. Still, Cloverpaw knew that something was up, and dangerous.
While she was thinking, Cloverpaw hadn't seen her three denmates come running towards them with a triumphant look on their faces.
"We passed! We passed!" Yowled Dewpaw
"We're getting our warriror names this afternoon. Mine will be the coolest." Added Snowpaw.
"Who says?" Meowed Amberpaw. "It'll probably be Snowsquasher, because you always squash me in your sleep because of your dreaming."
"Will not." Meowed Snowpaw.
"Will too." She answered back.
"Will not."
"Will too."
This went on for a while, until finaly,
"Will not." Snowpaw stated.
"Will not." Amberpaw replied, with a mischiefvous look on her face.
"Will too." Continued Snowpaw.
"Ha! So you agree with me then?" Amberpaw meowed, flicking her tail at her brother's shoulder.
"Whaa-? Wait, no, no I don't!" Yowled Snowpaw, bowling his sister over in a mock fight. During this whole thing, Dewpaw sat watching, then started talking with Sandpaw, and Cloverpaw caught a few phrases of their conversation.
"Your so nicely built Dewpaw..." And "I bet your the best looking tom here..." And finally "I wish we could become warrirors at the same time, so we could..."
Cloverpaw was confused. Just last night, she was talking to Sandpaw out by the lake. They had snuck out for a walk. She had confessed to Cloverpaw that she liked Toadstep, and had even pryed the fact that Cloverpaw sort of liked Foxleap out of her. So why was Sandpaw so flirty with Dewpaw? Not like Cloverpaw didn't already know the answer. Sandpaw liked having attention, especially those of toms. Cloverpaw sighed. Sometimes she could be so, annoying. Finally, it was time for the ceremony.
"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here beneath the highledge for a clan meeting!" Bramblestar's voice rang out, echoing in each cornor of the camp.
" I, Bramblestar, leader of ThunderClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on these apprentices. They have trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend them to you as a warrior in their turn." Bramblestar paused to look towards the three anxious apprentices, who were all quivering in excitement.
"Do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?"
"I do." Snowpaw's voice was firm.
"I- I do." Promised Dewpaw, his voice shaking in excitement.
"I do." Meowed Amberpaw, whose voice showed certainty, and passion.
"Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Snowpaw, from this moment you will be known as Snowstorm. StarClan honors your strength and your courage, and we welcome you as a full warrior of ThunderClan. Dewpaw, from this moment on, you will be known as Dewfeather. StarClan honours your intelligence and skill, and we welcome you as a full warriror of ThunderClan. Amberpaw, you will now be known as Ambercloud. StarClan honours your spirite and your kindness, and we welcome you as a full warriror of ThunderClan." Finished Bramblestar.
"Snowstorm, Dewfeather, Ambercloud!" The clan cheered, enthusiastically. It made Cloverpaw remember her feeble cheer she had received the day they came. She just hoped that when the day came that she got her warriror name, that they'd join in more fiercely than the last time.
"Bramblestar, wake up!"
Bramblestar was in his den once more, tiered after Snowstorn, Dewfeather and Ambercloud's warriror ceremonies, and it looked like he wasn't going to catch up on his sleep tonigh.
He sighed. "What do you want, Yellowfang?"
"Is that anyway to speak to your elder?" Scolded Yellowfang.
"Do you have anything important to tell me?" Bramblestar demanded.
"I was getting to that!" Snapped Yellowfang. "The envy is coming, block it's path before it can enter." Pausing, Yellowfang positioned herself in front of Brambleclaw so that they were nose-to-nose, and staring into his deep amber eyes. "You must put out the fire before it burns the forest." She whispered softly, giving Bramblestar shivers down his spine. His vision ended with him in a vast, wide, open space filled with sand. Then suddenly, the wind picked up, and the sand started to swirl around him, getting into his eyes and making them sting. Before he knew it, the sand had dragged him down and buried him in it. Bramblestar woke up choking, still tasting the dirty taste of sand in his mouth, and his muscles sore from having piles of sand dumped on him. Leaving his den, he gazed behind him and saw a tiny grain of sand on his nest, he dusted it off before padding off to Jayeather in the medicine cat's den.