The Crossing Paths
This is a little Warriors fanfic I started writing a little while ago; I hope now I'll finish.
Moons after the Clans you know, Sunpaw, a young she-cat, is sent to face a destiny StarClan cannot face alone. Will she make it, or is StarClan's need too great for her?
"Let's go!" my friend, Smallpaw, says excitedly to me. "Goosestar must be giving Horsepaw and Heatherpaw their warrior names!"
Together we run from the edge of the island, where I was trying to teach her how to fish, to the center, where a group of cats was starting to form.
Sweetfoot was struggling to keep her kits in the nursery. "Stop whining, Whistlekit, you'll be an apprentice soon. Rosekit, don't start complaining, or I'll give your moss ball to Hazelflower for her to keep for er kits when they come."
Eventually, the reddish she-cat got them to stay in the nursery, and she rushed over to the swarm of cats waiting for their leader's announcement.
Shortear lumbered out of the elder's den with Poppyfeather by his side; Mousetail limped behind them.
Goosestar looked down from the tree, and saw that almost all of the cats had came-all except the kits, Hazelflower (who was too close to kitting to leave the nursery), Brightleaf, and Blackpaw (Brightleaf was tending to some cuts Blackpaw had gotten when he nearly fell from a tree).
Goosestar started. "I, Goosestar, leader of BlazeClan, call upon our warrior ancestors to look upon this apprentice. He has worked hard to learn the warrior code, and I commend him to you as a warrior in his turn.
Horsepaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code, even at the cost of your life?"
Horsepaw stepped forward, and said with no hesitation at all, "I do."
Goosestar, jumping down from the tree, said, "Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Horsepaw, from now on, you will be known as Horsenose. StarClan honors your courage and loyalty."
Goosestar set his muzzle on Horsenose's head, and in turn, Horsenose licked his leader's shoulder. Goosestar proceeded to repeat the ceremony for Heatherpaw.
"...by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Heatherpaw, from now on, you will be known as Heatherstorm. StarClan honors your creativity and intelligence."
Heatherstorm did the same as his brother had done, and they stood together as the Clan chanted,"Horsenose! Heatherstorm! Horsenose! Heatherstorm!"
I turned to Smallpaw as she said, "Wow! I got to see my first ceremony as an apprentice."
We only recently became apprentices, so it will be a while until I become a warrior or Smallpaw becomes a medicine cat. Smallpaw was definitely born to be a medicine cat, though; she already knows the exact purposes of over half of the herbs in Brightleaf's storage.
Speaking of Brightleaf, his patient is bounding out of the medicine den with some herbs (I think it was dock, marigold, and horsetail, but I don't know all the herbs, i'm a warrior not a medicine cat) spread on his shoulder and tail.
I notice my mentor, Whitear, walking toward me. "Hey, Sunpaw, how would you like to go on the evening patrol with me, Grayfoot, and Windpaw? Grayfoot wants to show Windpaw how to hunt a bird if she can one, and all of the hunting patrols have left." he offers.
"Sure!" I reply. "See you later, Smallpaw."
"Bye! Have fun!" she calls back to me as I walk away from where we were sitting to the undergrowth on one of the edges of the island with Whitear, Grayfoot, and Windpaw.