(Narrator POV)

"I, Amberstar, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on these two apprentices," Amberstar, leader of Moonclan, meowed the traditional words, "for they have learned your code well. And I give them their warrior names, as a sign that they will protect your beloved clan at all costs." Amberstar swept her beautiful amber gaze across the group of gathered cats, landing on the apprentices that were twitching with excitement. "Nightpaw."

Nightpaw's head shot up as her name was called. She quickly hopped to her paws, and jumped up onto the announcing rock, her short black fur getting ruffled up by the wind.

"From this point on, you will no longer be known as Nightpaw. For you have proved yourself worthy of a warrior name. From this point on, you will be known as Nightshade, in honor of your black pelt." Amberstar meowed, turned to the newly appointed warrior and touched noses with her. Nightshade jumped down from the rock and sat with the other warriors after they had finished chanting her name.

"Twilightpaw." Amberstar called to the young tortoiseshell she-cat waiting patiently. Twilightpaw turned her purple gaze on the leader and stood up. She jumped onto the announcing rock and stood tall, waiting for the traditional words to be spoken to her.

"From this point on, you will no longer be known as Twilightpaw. For you have proven yourself worthy of a warrior name. From this point on, you will be known as Twilightpool, in honor of your eyes." Amberstar turned to the warrior and touched noses with her, concluding everything she had to do.

Twilightpool jumped down from the announcing rock and was greeted by her sister at her side. Careful not to say anything, they padded over to the warrior den and found two nests next to each other.

They could still hear the buzz of cats being assigned to patrols and kits being shoed back to the nursery by their mothers.

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"Redfrost! Sandheart! Firestorm! Nightshade!" Splashclaw, the deputy, called to the warriors. His white pelt was standing on end, and his powerful blue-grey paws were twitching with the urge to get outside the camp. He had not been able to place a paw out of the camp in two whole days due to his responsibilities and the warrior ceremonies. When all the cats he had called gathered, he told them that some were going to hunt, and some were going on a patrol to inspect a rumored abandoned twoleg nest. Amberstar says that if the nest is truly abandoned, then, if they act fast, they can claim the land around it.

"Redfrost," Splashclaw started, "you will be leading a hunting patrol with Stormpaw and Sandheart." He then turned to the other warriors and told them, "I will be leading a border patrol with you two to see if the twoleg nest at the border between us and Darkclan."

Splashclaw signaled with his tail for the hunting patrol to leave, and then led his patrol out of the hollow log that marked the entrance and exit of the camp. Once in the forest, they started walking towards the border. "Might as well mark it while we're here." Splashclaw meowed.

When they neared the twoleg nest, they slowly crawled out of the undergrowth towards the structure. They checked for signs of twolegs. No monster. No twoleg rubbish. No nothing.

"Can I go check over this thing?" Nightshade asked Splashclaw, gesturing with her tail towards the the tall slices of wood that were guarding the back of the nest. The deputy nodded after a moments hesitation. "Just make sure there is no dog." He warned

"Ok." Nightshade meowed shakily. She was obviously scared of the deputy's warning. All cats were afraid of dogs, unless they were crazy, of course. Nightshade gracefully jumped onto the highest part of the wood and looked down. "No dogs!" She reported loudly. "But there is something strange down there..." She jumped down into the small clearing and slowly padded over to what she had seen.

"Careful!" The others warned her. "It might be a trap!"

Nightshade didn't pay any attention to what they were saying. She had heard something interesting. Something that sounded like a cat. No, a kit, maybe.

She cautiously padded up to the object and looked inside it. Two kits were messing around in it.

"CAT!" A yellow and white one squealed "IT'S A CAT!!"

The other one, a fluffy black one, whipped around, paying close attention to the first kit's warning. "AHHH!!" She squeaked, "Please don't hurt us!"

Splashclaw and Firestorm ran up beside Nightshade, alarmed by the squeals. They both looked down at the kits and instantly their gazes softened. "Kits!" Firestorm meowed excitedly.

"We should take them back to camp." Splashclaw insisted. "They can't survive on their own."

"Can too!" The black kit protested.

"Really?" Splashclaw suppressed a mrow of laughter

"Yes really!" The other kit retorted, her white and yellow fur bristling.

"Watch!" The black kit yowled before she launched herself up into the air, claws extended. Her tiny paws barely touched the top. Her claws extended and her hind legs were flailing in an attempt to get over.

Nightshade saw her attempt to get over as a chance to grab her. She shot her head forward, barely missing a collision with Firestorm's ginger cheek. She grabbed the kit by the scruff, and pulled her over.

While the yellow and white kit stood still, Splashclaw grabbed her scruff and took her out. "Let's go." He mumbled around a mouthful of fur. "These kits need a safe home, and what is a better place to take them than to the clan!"

The three cats left the twoleg nest and headed back through the forest after marking the area around the nest as Moonclan's territory.