"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join here beneath the Pebble Hill for a Clan meeting!" yowled Mistlestar. A fiery ball of sunlight rested on the horizon. The pale quarter moon drifted at the top of the sky. The stars were all hidden, waiting to announce night.

The entire Clan was finally together at their first real meeting. Mistlestar's eyes passed over them all, gazing up at her. Sunnysnow, forever loyal to her kits, Emberdawn, mysterious but wise, Turtlepelt, her faithful mentor, Flurrykit, blind but strong, and Tabbyheart, who had been through so much already.

Mistlestar cleared her throat. "I want you all to be aware of the threat at hand," she started off. "Goldenwillow has returned to the Clans,"

"How?" Frogpelt challenged. "She was banished."

Graywhisker stood up. "No," he confided. "She was sent with us to be a spy."

There was loud gasps from the Clan. "We don't know what she has told our old Clans," Mistlestar said. "But it can't be good. Be on your guard and report back to me immediately if there is any suspicious movement in the area."

The cats nodded and glanced nervously over their shoulders. "Are we safe?" Jaykit wondered.

"Yes, if we protect each other," she answered.

"I'll protect you, Flurrykit!" the little kit declared.

Flurrykit batted him behind the ear. "I know you will," she teased.

Jaykit puffed out his chest proudly.

"Now, I have a few ceremonies to perform. These have been long overdue."

The Clan glanced at each other, and all eyes settled on the kits and the apprentices.

"First, Jaykit, Poppykit, Robinkit, step forward." she called. Jaykit dashed forward happily, his white pelt spiked in excitement. Poppykit, a calico, followed more slowly. The red and orange flecked Robinkit bounded after his siblings. "You three are eight moons old and definitely ready to be apprenticed. Jaypaw, your mentor will be Ravenfoot. Ravenfoot, I trust you will teach him to be courageous and strong."

The black tom nodded and touched noses with his frisky apprentice.

"Poppypaw, you will be mentored by Thornsnow. Teach her the skills she will need to be a great warrior."

Poppypaw touched noses with the gold and white she-cat. "I'll do my best," Thornsnow whispered. Poppypaw nodded.

"Robinpaw, your mentor will be Crowleaf. Show your apprentice the values of loyalty," Mistlestar meowed.

Crowleaf touched noses with the bouncy tom. "Got it," he said.

"Now, Flurrykit and Quartzkit, I believe you two are six moons?" she asked. They nodded, trying to contain their excitement. "Dawnspots, you can mentor Quartzpaw," she concluded.

"What about me?" whispered the blind kit.

"You wait there," Mistlestar mumbled. The kit gulped uneasily.

"This isn't because I-"

"No,"

Mistlestar trained her eyes on a well-recovered and truly amazing she-cat. "Silver, how old are you?"

"Ten moons," she replied slowly.

"Come here." Mistlestar flicked her tail. Silver padded up to stand next to her.

"Silver, you have truly shown that you are ready for this honor. I, Mistlestar, leader of StreamClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this cat. She has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend her to you as a warrior in her turn." Mistlestar turned to the astonished young cat. "Do you, Silver, promise to protect and defend this Clan, even at the cost of your life?"

"I do," she breathed.

"Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. From this moment forward you shall be known as Silversky. StarClan honors your independence and spirit, and we welcome you as a full warrior of StreamClan." she said happily.

Silversky looked ready to burst with pride and excitement.

"Silversky! Silversky!" the crowd cheered wildly.

Mistlestar turned back to Flurrykit. "Flurrypaw, you will be mentored by Silversky."

Silversky was completely astounded. "Okay," she managed. She dumbfoundedly touched noses with her new apprentice.

"Do you believe in me?" Flurrypaw asked.

"Of course," her new mentor replied.

"Rowanpaw and Twistpaw, can you join me please?" The two apprentices bounded up while Pebblepaw looked up at them encouragingly. "You have shown great strength in the face of darkness. You have proved yourself worthy to become warriors.

Mistlestar repeated the ceremony she had used earlier with Silver.

"Feathersong, is your apprentice ready?" The silver tabby warrior nodded.

"She is."

"And is Twistpaw ready, Darkpelt?"

"Yes."

"Twistpaw, Rowanpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?"

"I do," said Twistpaw shakily.

"I do too," put in Rowanpaw.

"Then by the power of StarClan, I give you your warrior names. Twistpaw, from this moment on you will be known as Twistdust. StarClan honors your cleverness and dedication and we welcome you as a full warrior of StreamClan." Mistlestar announced.

The Clan cheered and Twistdust touched noses with Mistlestar before joining the others. "Rowanpaw, from this moment on you will be known as Rowanstorm. StarClan honors your determination and enthusiasm and we welcome you as a full warrior of StreamClan."

"Twistdust! Rowanstorm! Silversky! Flurrypaw! Quartzpaw! Poppypaw! Robinpaw! Jaypaw!" the Clan called. Mistlestar figured that calling so many names would be tiring.

She jumped neatly down from the pebble mountain and retired to her den. Tanglefoot padded in as the final rays of sunlight slipped out of sight. "You forgot something," he croaked.

"What?"

"You need a deputy. You have to choose before Moonhigh, it's warrior tradition." he responded.

"I'll think about it," she paused. "Can I rest?"

"I'll get you at moonhigh," he said loyally.

"Thanks, Tanglefoot." she said, and drifted off into sleep.