In BandClan

"Let's try that hunting crouch again," encouraged Tromboneslide. "But why?" whined Saxpaw, her apprentice. "I'm never going to get it."

"Not with that attitude, you won't," chided Tromboneslide. "But maybe it is time for a break. Go get something to eat, lay in a sunny spot, I'll get you when we're starting again." Saxpaw brightened. "Thanks, Tromboneslide!" she purred. She sprinted over to the fresh-kill pile before her mentor could change her mind.

Saxpaw grabbed a mouse, and went to sit by her friend.

"Hi," greeted Percussionpaw. He was drumming on his half-eaten sparrow, even though it was rapidly flattening out. "Percussionpaw!" Scolded Saxpaw. "Stop drumming on your food!" Percussionpaw merely shrugged, but he stopped.

"So, how's training?" He asked, taking a bite of his now flattened bird. Saxpaw sighed, and flopped onto the ground.

"Tromboneslide is a good mentor," meowed Saxpaw, "but sometimes I just feel like I'm not good enough." Percussionpaw looked at her sympathetically.

"Don't worry," he meowed softly. "It's only your first moon being an apprentice. You'll get it in time." Saxpaw purred. Percussionpaw could always make her feel better. She couldn't ask for a better denmate.

Just then, Fluteheart pranced up to them. "Percussionpaw!" She trilled. Saxpaw nearly covered her ears. Fluteheart had such an annoying voice!

"It's time to go hunting," she continued. "Let's go!" Percussionpaw looked a bit reluctant to be pulled away from his friend, but Saxpaw motioned that she'd be fine. Percussionpaw sighed, and followed Fluteheart.

In DanceClan

"All cats old enough to have their own dance moves, gather by Lowrock for a Clan meeting!" called Dabstar, and then he dabbed. All of the cats came out of their dens, grumbling that Dabstar had pulled them out of their sleep early.

"Yes, yes, you're all annoyed," Dabstar meowed patiently, and dabbed. "But I needed to make sure that everyone was here. (He dabbed) Tappaw, Hippaw, would you please come up here so we can get this over with?" He dabbed again.

The two apprentices jumped up onto Lowrock, Tappaw's paws clicking on the stone.

Dabstar continued, "Hippaw, your mentor has decided that you are ready to receive your warrior name. So, from this day onwards, you will be known as Hiphop. RhythmClan honours your bravery and sweet dance moves, and we welcome you as a full member of DanceClan." Dabstar dabbed, and the cats watching cheered.

"Tappaw, your mentor has also decided that you are ready to receive your warrior name. So, from this day onwards, you will be known as Tapshoe. RhythmClan honours your bravery and sweet dance moves, and we welcome you as a full member of DanceClan." Dabstar dabbed one final time, and the Clan cheered the two new warriors.

"Hiphop! Tapshoe! Hiphop! Tapshoe!" The cats gleefully yowled their names into the night.

In SingClan

Jazzpaw and Rapclaw were continuing their never-ending argument.

"Why do you have to rap all the time?" complained Jazzpaw. "It's wierd." Rapclaw frowned, and rapped his response.

"I rap all the time
'cause I don't know how else to talk
What about you, Jazzpaw?
You got a problem, or naw?"

"It's just so- so not snazzy-jazzy!" Jazzpaw hissed, her tail flicking side-to-side angrily.

Rapclaw's fur rose, and he unsheathed his claws.

"Maybe you're not
snazzy-jazzy either
but do I complain?
No!" He rapped.

Jazzpaw gasped. "Of course I'm snazzy-jazzy!" She cried. "I have to be!" And with that, she ran off, sobbing. Rapclaw shrugged.

"Good riddance, I say.
I didn't really like her."

Then he walked off to use the dirtplace.