Aaaaand Updated :D

They padded back to camp. The moon was shining over the three cats as they walked. Pricklestar was in the lead, followed by Sparrowsong and Oak. It was around midnight, and Sparrowsong was weak with sleepiness. Oak didn't seem to be tired, but his steps were also uneasy. Probably with worry, thought Sparrowsong. She brushed against him reassuringly, and he nudged her gratefully in reply.

Oak's pelt was warm, and his muscles rippled from under his hide. He was a strong cat, but still smaller than Pricklestar. The walk went by silently, only the hoot of an owl making any sound at all.

"Here we are," Pricklestar said at last. Not many cats were still awake at the time, making the camp seem empty. Only the elder-Shiverbody- remained outside. Oak looked around, taking a glimpse at all the dens in awe, "Where do I sleep…?" He asked quietly.

Pricklestar huffed, "Anywhere tonight, I guess," He replied, "Just get some rest, I will introduce you to the rest of the clan in the morning."

Oak nodded and stepped away from Sparrowsong. "Could you be more specific in where I should rest tonight?" He asked her. Sparrowsong nodded with a blink, "Sure, just find a nest in the warriors den or something," She meowed. He looked confused, so she added: "It's the one near the shrubs, follow me,"

Sparrowsong ushered Oak into the den, and they both stepped over the bodies of the sleeping warriors. "Here is my nest," She said in a hushed whisper, "I can spread the moss out and we can share it." Oak gave a curt nod as Sparrowsong began to make the nest wider to fit them both. She got into the rather thin nest, and nodded her head to beckon Oak over. He settled in beside her, and shut his eyes. Sparrowsong closed her eyes as well, and slowly fell into a dreamless sleep.

…

Sparrowsong woke to the shuffling of Oak, who was slowly blinking sleep from his eyes. It was early, and only Blackclaw was awake. She looked at her father, who was eying Oak suspiciously. He then walked from the den slowly, kicking stiffness from his limbs.

"That tom didn't seem too fond of my being here," Oak commented. Sparrowsong sighed, "He isn't very nice to anyone, so don't take it personally."

Oak was unconvinced, "If you say so…" He murmured. It wasn't long before Thrushpelt was awake as well, followed by the sisters Leafmist and Sunfeather. The two littermates left the den, taking no notice of the others awake, but Thrushpelt looked at Oak in confusion. "Who's that," She asked in disgust.

Oak flinched and Sparrowsong opened her mouth to speak. "My name is Oak." He said before Sparrowsong could utter a word. Fuzzwhisker got up as well. "I haven't heard of an Oak," Thrushpelt meowed. "That's because I came here just last night," He retorted.

"Is he an intruder?" Fuzzwhisker asked. Sparrowsong growled, "No, he isn't" She said.

"Then what's he doing here?" It was Onefang who spoke. Oak looked overwhelmed. "He has come to join Thunderclan," Sparrowsong told them. All that followed was silence, until Thrushpelt spoke up again, "Roughs can't join clans," She spat, "It's just not right,"

Oak sighed, "Let's just go," He mumbled to Sparrowsong. She let out a small growl. Why was the clan being so rude? She felt Oak tugging at her, so she followed.

"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather beneath the highrock for a clan meeting," Pricklestar's voice rang passed through the camp. He sat up and tilted his head to beckon Oak up with him. The once-rough jumped nervously onto the rock. "If you haven't noticed yet, there is a new cat in our camp, His name is Oak" Pricklestar announced.

Sparrowsong tried to catch Oak's eye, but he didn't seem to notice. "Last night, Oak proved himself worthy of joining us, he is a skillful hunter and fighter, so I have decided he could become one of us," Pricklestar called out, he then turned to the slightly smaller brown tom, "Oak, you said before it was truly your wish to join our ranks, so do you promise to uphold our ways and customs, and defend your new clanmates, even at the cost of your life?"

When Oak looked a bit confused, Sparrowsong mouthed the words I do and hoped he saw. "I do," Oak said after a while, blinking in gratitude to the young warrior below. "Then by my power, I name you a Thunderclan warrior. Oak, you will now be known as Oakfur!"

Sparrowsong began to call out his new name, only disappointed to find the other chants were not very happy, not even Bubblecloud's, who was usually kind to everyone. Pricklestar jumped back down and went off to Oceanfall. Oakfur leapt down as well, and stood next to Sparrowsong. "I don't think I fit in very well," He sighed.

"Don't worry, they just need some time to get used to you being here," She mewed reassuringly. Rileyheart trotted past them, "Welcome," She said to Oakfur coldly. Sparrowsong narrowed her eyes at her sister, but Rileyheart ignored her. Soon, Airwing came up to Oakfur and smiled warmly. "Hi, Oakfur," She purred, "Welcome to our clan,"

Oakfur blinked, "I thought you all didn't want me here," He said, "How come you aren't growling at me like the other are?". Airwing looked sympathetic, "I know how you feel; I came from Windclan so it makes me feel pretty awkward as well at first." She mewed, "They get used to you after a while, trust me on that," At that, she padded away.

Sparrowsong grinned, "That was Airwing," She told Oakfur. He nodded, "She seems nice," He said, then she heard him add to himself quietly, "And beautiful,"

Sparrowsong flinched. She had a feeling he didn't intend on her hearing that. "Oh well, I'll see you later, Sparrowsong," He ducked his head and padded off. Sparrowsong frowned; he was heading the same direction Airwing had headed just a while ago.

Yeah, this chapter pretty much failed.

Also, this is the last chance to send in those OC characters, by next week it will be closed!

~Lisa