Brookshadow sat in front of her Clan leader, Bramblestar, as he gazed down proudly at her and her newly-named siblings: Flintwhisker, Treepelt, Lightfur, Featherdapple, and Cresentcloud. ThunderClan cheered their new names to welcome them as full warriors of the Clan, and Brookshadow heard it ricochet around the ravine where ThunderClan had made their camp. Brookshadow and her siblings had finally completed their warrior training. It was nearly the full moon, so, as the sun set and the shadows lengthened, the clearing remained almost as bright as ever. As the cheers died out and cats began to head to their nests, Brookshadow glanced around for Aldershade. Her father was already padding up to them, his eyes shining in pride.

"Congratulations, my kits." He purred, coming to a stop and sitting down.

Flintwhisker glanced up at Silverpelt, the gathering of stars up in the sky where StarClan was. "Our mother would have been proud, I'm sure."

"She is proud of you, and you know that she's watching you right now." Aldershade mewed.

"I'm sure she is, from her wonderful spot up in StarClan," Cresentcloud said, her tail whisking slowly from side to side.

"I did tell you the about the time after she died, when she appeared to me?" Aldershade asked, tilting his head.

"Yes, lots of times," Featherdapple chuckled.

"You had met a RiverClan cat named Gingerleaf, and she helped you through your grief. Then, Larksong appeared to you. And you've been friends ever since." Brookshadow recited the shortened version, earning purrs of amusement from her littermates.

Aldershade's eyes narrowed playfully. "Darn, that's my favorite part-"

"All of it," The new Warriors said simultaneously.

At this Aldershade glared good-naturedly at them. "Okay, I told you that story way too many times, know-it-alls. Don't you have a camp to be guarding?"

Cresentcloud made a mock frown. "Oh, but aren't you going to explain why it's your favorite story?"

"No."

"Why not?" Treepelt asked.

"Because you're going to cut me off again," Aldershade mewed simply, standing up.

"We won't, this time!" Lightfur said in a rush.

"Yeah, that's what you said last time. And then you did."

"Oh, but we promise, for real, this time!" Brookshadow meowed, trying not to purr in amusement.

Aldershade glared at them. "Fine. The reason it's my favorite story is-"

"Because that's when Larksong showed you that she was in StarClan, and would be waiting for you forever!" They finished for him, then burst out in laughter.

Aldershade narrowed his eyes and shook his head. "Yeah, yeah, I fell for it. Guess what? I get to go into the warm warrior's den, and you guys get to stay out here, guarding the camp. So have a good night, kits!" He turned and slipped into the Warrior's den, his tail flicking defiantly.

Flintwhisker watched him go. "Well, happy to hear it," He muttered.

Brookshadow gave one last purr of amusement before finding a spot to sit down at the camp's entrance or the night to guard the camp with her siblings.