"ThunderClan are attacking!"
A yowl raised the WindClan camp to its feet. ThunderClan had left their own camp at exactly dawn and were now attacking Squirrelflight's murderers. Cloverpaw, Willowpaw, Brightpaw and even Sandpaw fought side by side, swiping at their enemies with vicious claws and ripping through their pelts with their thorn sharp teeth. As Cloverpaw fought a puny apprentice, no older than seven moons, she'd guess, she saw a full grown warrior stalk Sandpaw, and she rushed to her aid, but not before sending off the apprentice with a warning bite on the flank. As she reared up on her hind legs, the tom pinning Sandpaw down went limp with shock as she slammed her paws down hard on his back then continued to nip and claw at him. Sandpaw joined in by digging her claws deep into his pelt, and didn't let go until he yelped for mercy and surrendered to the two apprentices. Brackenfur, who was fighting Harespring the murderer nearby paused to give them a nod of approval before slamming Harespring's head into a nearby rock that stunned him and pinning him down. Surprise was their best weapon, but every cat knew that they were stronger than the puny WindClan flea bags. They soon pinned every warrior smelling of moor and wind and got them to surrender.
"Why are you doing this, Bramblestar?" Meowed the old tom beneath Bramblestar's claws.
"Onestar, you know very well why. That fight at the border was unprovoked, and you murdered my mate. Now you must pay." He snarled.
"What do you want, then?" Asked Onestar fearfully.
"We want the forest that stretches on your side of the border. No WindClan cat may hunt or step foot there ever again, or else they will be treated the same way as today." Declared Bramblestar.
"It is yours. Please, let my warrirors go." The WindClan leader begged. It was a pitiful sight, they looked so weak after today's battle, and they were losing great hunting land aswell, but they deserved it for killing Squirrelflight.
"Not yet. You must also give us catmint."
"What? Why? Do you have sick cats?" Onestar asked, less fearfully than before.
"Of course not. But leafbare is coming around the cornor, and we cannot be too prepared." Stated Bramblestar. It made sense, Cloverpaw reflected. The less supplies they have, the less they survive, but the more we have, the better the chance is that we survive.
"As you wish, Bramblestar." Onestar meowed through gritted teeth, obviously not able to contain his disgust at the proposal. "Kestrelflight, do as Bramblestar asked."
All of the apprentices approached the den with the WindClan medicine cat, inside the den, Cloverpaw instantly smelled sickness, Greencough. WindClan needed these plants! Kestrelflight grabbed the plants between his claws and divided them into four packages for the apprentices. Cloverpaw felt sorry for the sick cats, so, after much descision, took out a pawfull and gave it back when the others weren't looking. Kestrelflight took it without hesitation and blinked his thanks to her, which she dipped her head slightly in acknowledgement.
As they left for their own territory, Cloverpaw wondered if she had done the right thing. It wasn't right to let sick cats die if there was something she could do about it, even if they were in another clan, but had she disobeyed her leader, by not taking all of the catmint as he had asked? Surely he wouldn't be so mad if he found out about the sickness? She wondered about it the whole way home, and when depositing her share of the catmint in Jayfeather's den, she decided that it was the right thing to do. After all, she wouldn't have wanted to die if she had been in one of the sick cat's paws.
"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here beneath the Highledge for a clan meeting!"
Bramblestar's yowl echoed throughout the camp. Every warrior, apprentice, elder, queen and kit entered the clearing to find out what was happening.
"What's this about?" Brightpaw asked as the four of them gathered in the middle of the clearing.
"Listen if you want to find out." Cloverpaw whispered, oblivious to what was happening. So much had happened since their first day at the lake. First, they turned into cats, then became ThunderClan apprentices, and now they've fought in a real battle, winning too. Life in ThunderClan was amazing, and she didn't want anything to change.
"As you already know, ThunderClan was victorious with the battle with WindClan today and we won the forest on their side of the border as well as their catmint," Bramblestar paused and waited for the clan' cheering to die down before continuing, "four of our apprentices have fought very well, and I think Squirrelflight would've agreed with me when I say they have earned their warrior names." Well that was a shocker. Cloverpaw sure did welcome this change.
"Willowpaw, Bightpaw, Sandpaw and Cloverpaw, step forward." He meowed. The four eager apprentices stepped forwards without having to be asked twice, this was the day that they had been waiting for, to be a warrior was all that Floverpaw wanted right now, and she was going to get it.
"I, Bramblestar, leader of ThunderClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on these four 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 at the four thrilled apprentices, all bouncing with 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." Willowpaw's voice was quiet but firm.
"I do." Swore Brightpaw, sounding ready and over excited.
"I do." Meowed Sandpaw, who seemed to forget her jealousy towards Cloverpaw. Maybe they could become best friends again, and not fight as much anymore.
"I do." Cloverpaw meowed, firm and surely, as if being a warrior was the most important thing ever, which it was.
"Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior names. Brightpaw, from this moment on you will be known as Brightcloud. StarClan honors your enthusiasum and your spirit, and we welcome you as a full warrior of ThunderClan." Bramblestar rested his muzzle on the newly named Brightcloud's head and she licked his shoulder in return. He then continued with the others.
"Willowpaw, from this moment on, you will be known as Willowfrost. StarClan honours your cleverness and honesty, and we welcome you as a full warriror of ThunderClan." Again he rested his muzzle on her head and she politely licked his shoulder in response.
"Sandpaw, you will now be known as Sandbreeze. StarClan honours your speed and your determination, and we welcome you as a full warriror of ThunderClan." Finally, after Sandbreeze acknowledged her new name with a lick on her leader's shoulder, it was Cloverpaw's turn.
"Cloverpaw, you will be known as Cloversplash. StarClan honors your skill in battle and your kindness, and we welcome you as a full warrior of ThunderClan."
"Brightcloud, Willowfrost, Sandbreeze, Cloversplash!" The clan cheered as the ceremony came to an end. Who would have thought that this morning she would be out to avenge their old deputy, then become warriors.