Clichestar leaped onto Highrock. He glanced down at Autumnkit and Tinykit. "Autumnkit, step foward!" His voice boomed. "And Tinykit, step foward,". All eyes locked on Autumnkit. Clichestar began his speech. "I, Clichestar, decided to say 'screw the books' and write my own ceremony name. Autumnkit, you will be Autumnpaw. I will mentor you because maybe you'll learn to love me and babies can be born,". Autumnpaw nodded, accepting her new mentor, but she said, "Don't even think about it! I don't love you!". Clichestar was crushed, but forgot about it two seconds later and took her out for battle training. Tinypaw was given Crippledbutt as a mentor, who slowly pushed himself to the elder's den. 

        Autumnpaw got every move right because apparently in the short time she'd been alive she'd been taught everything. Seriously, this is like, a day old kit! Clichestar was amazed by her skill, and let her get fat all day on the fresh-kill pile, because screw the elders. Suddenly, a tom, handsome and majestic with his fur blowing in the high winds that weren't there before, approached her. Autumnpaw blushed and murmered stupid crap. The tom giggled like a school-girl. "My name's Hanspaw. Would you like to take a walk later on?". Autumnpaw accepted, and Hanspaw dramatically left.

        After Clichestar reported that several kits and elders had been blown away in the high winds, but nobody cared, he stated that the Gathering would come. He'd take all the warriors, Hanspaw, and Autumnpaw. Tinypaw seethed with anger and returned to her nest. With a smirk, Autumnpaw made her way to the Gathering even though Clichestar only just announced it and never dismissed the meeting.