Fun fact: in case you have forgotten, Dawnstripe and Volefur were the younger brother and sister of Ripplefur (Silverleaf's mother). However, the two were born from a different litter than Ripplefur's. Therefore, Dawnstripe and Volefur are technically of DarkClan descent, and are also Dewkit and Ravenkit's great aunt and uncle.

Ravenkit sat listlessly in the medicine den, allowing Sweetheart to run her gentle, bristled tongue over her wounds from the thorns that were stuck on her skin the previous day. Her pelt stunk from the poultice that had been rubbed on her scratches, and her raven-black fur was no doubt messy from the herbs and constant grooming.

Sweetheart's voice piped up between licks. "Does it hurt, Ravenkit?"

"Stings a bit," she admitted, "but I'm over it! After all, I'm going to be a warrior. They have worse wounds than this, right?" She absolutely did not want to admit that her muscles ached a bit from yesterday, or else Sweetheart would keep her in the medicine den for a while longer. I just want to return to the camp! she thought gloomily, her eyes trailing around the clearing. Since it was sunhigh, nearly every cat has returned from patrolling or hunting. There was so much more to do than to be in the medicine all day, especially with all those smelly herbs.

The medicine cat let out a sigh, slowly giving a nod of consideration. "If you say so."

"I'm sure—no more pain," Ravenkit tried to convince her. Unlike Dewkit, I can come up with good stories and make them seem true!

"You may go." Sweetheart dipped her head, and returned over Skypelt to massage his broken back leg. She prodded the warrior awake, and his eyes opened sleepily.

"Let's go, Dewkit!" Ravenkit exclaimed as she turned away from them, bounding outside of the medicine den.

Dewkit wobbled upwards, and Sweetheart shook her head quickly. "Oh no, not you, Dewkit!" she snapped, laying him back down as Ravenkit's mouth opened to protest. She had no time to say anything, for the medicine cat had already cut her off. "He took scratches worse than yours. He's in no condition to play, Ravenkit. The only place he's going is to the nursery."

"Tell Sweetheart you're fine!" Ravenkit pleaded to her brother.

Dewkit guiltily shook his head. "I-I can't. My wounds hurt."

Sweetheart herded Ravenkit outside her den, nosing her out into the open. "And since you're not hurt anymore, you can do something else. Perhaps play with the other kits?"

Having no choice but to listen, Ravenkit gloomily walked away. The other kits don't play! she thought with a deep sigh. They're four moons older than me, they're twice as big, and they never want to play with me. Her tail drooped when she spotted them walking to the warrior's den side-by-side. Shadekit—well, he never even played with her before. He was always the serious of the two, not to mention the meaner one. Berrykit, however, use to go along with Ravenkit's games, but had stopped only a few days ago. After all, she was close to becoming an apprentice. She doesn't have time for kit games! Last but not least, Smokekit was still barely out of the nursery, so he couldn't especially do anything fun.

What is there to do? Every cat was too busy to talk or play by the looks of it. She did not want to hear the elders' tales. She especially didn't want to get stuck with the senior warriors and their lectures. She ran all out of schemes—Silverleaf was keeping a close eye on her by the camp entrance where she was speaking to Dropeyes.

Being a kit can be so boring! thought Ravenkit, observing the camp. There's nothing to do, nowhere to go . . . She searched for a warrior to play with—but those who were in camp seemed too busy to be bothered. Bloodpaw was on apprentice duties, and he was mean, so Ravenkit decided to avoid him. The other kits still clearly did not want her company.

"Is there nothing to do?" she hissed under her breath, stalking through the clearing.

A deep voice of a cat cleared his throat. Her ears pricked, and her head turned to find out who had done it, and if they were trying to call her attention. Does some cat want to play? she thought with excitement. But, all she could see was . . . the rogue tom, laying down by the spot he was confined to. Shrugging, she turned away, but his throat cleared once more. He's the one who's calling me? she thought with confusion, tilting her head. Nervously, she took a step toward the tom. Those who were guarding him weren't around at the moment . . .

"You, little prey," he growled.

"I-I'm not prey," Ravenkit corrected him, her kit-fur bristling with anger and fear. "What do you want?"

"You're an apprentice, right? Go fetch me some fresh meat." His yellow eyes blinked, hunger obvious to his posture.

Ravenkit shook her head. "You're getting me confused. I'm a kit. Not an apprentice, not yet." She backed away. "And why should I get you something to eat? You're our prisoner!"

The tom growled, slowly standing up. "Because, little prey, I'll eat you whole of you don't get me a bite of real, dead meat!"

Ravenkit shrieked with fear, and the familiar orange pelt of Dropeyes stood protectively over her. "Back off, mongrel! Get back down or I'll have our warriors shred yours ears off!"

Hissing, the rogue laid back down, his gaze still hostile. Dropeyes padded up to him, followed by Crowflight. "We can't keep one eye off this cat without him starting something, can we?" muttered the black-furred tom, taking his respective guard position by the rogue.

"You're right," said Dropeyes, taking her own spot as well. "Remember, rogue. You won't get one piece of prey unless you talk. And, you have no right to threaten any of us anymore, especially the kits. We can take away your water for that!"

The rogue spat. "Go ahead. I'll die and you'll never get a word from my mouth!"

"Ravenkit, go. You shouldn't stay near this cat," Dropeyes said, nudging the small kit's rump to the opposite direction after she shot a glare to the matted rogue's body. "Icestar will be getting back in camp soon."

"He takes long," she mumbled with frustration, padding away. She sat in the clearing, intently staring at the camp entrance and wondering what time her father would get back and if Amberpaw passed her warrior assessment. She wondered if they were taking long because something might have happened—or maybe the assessment was not even finished?

She shook her head when she saw the familiar rusty orange pelt of Flameheart slip through the camp entrance, followed by an eager Amberpaw and Blackpaw. Next came Volefur and Dawnstripe, followed lastly by Icestar. Each one carried a few pieces of prey, most likely caught by the apprentices. They caught so much! she thought, her belly growling with hunger even though she had eaten not too long ago.

Eagerly, she bounded up to meet them. Amberpaw was the first cat she approached.

"Well, how was it?" asked Ravenkit, her pelt trembling with excitement. "It looks like you did amazingly!"

Flameheart purred. "Let her have space, Ravenkit."

Amberpaw shook her head. "No, it's fine. But you're right, I'm sure I did good. We also—" she suddenly paused when her eyes trailed around the camp. Ravenkit followed her gaze to the rogue—and Amberpaw's mouth clamped shut. "We also . . ."

"Caught a rabbit!" Ravenkit exclaimed, once she saw Dawnstripe carrying a fat rabbit in her jaws. "I've never tasted one before!" Her heart beat with excitement and her mouth watered even more. "Icestar told me that they're hard to catch, and they're so fast that even CloudClan warriors push to keep up with them. He said that they're dangerous too, but tasty." Her tongue swiped over her mouth.

"This is no time to eat," Silverleaf said with amusement. "Go on and get your brother; bring him to the clearing. Looks like Icestar has an announcement to make."

Amberpaw and Blackpaw bounded side-by-side together with the rest of the patrol, dropping off the prey they had caught as Ravenkit looked up to the Moonrock. This must be his first meeting in a while; she always felt proud to see her father above the whole Clan, even though he always acts as equal as the other cats. Her father's qualities deemed admirable to her eyes, and she would someday like to be just like him.

Finally, the leader called: "All cats of MoonClan—gather around the Moonrock for a Clan meeting!"

She quickly bounded to the medicine den to see her brother awake, his pelt treated with more herbs than yesterday.

"Come on," she meowed to him. "It's time for a meeting!" She was excited—if Amberpaw and Blackpaw passed the assessment, this would be the first time she could see a warrior's ceremony! Dewkit stood to his paws and she hustled him by Silverleaf, who was waiting toward the center of the camp with the rest of the Clan. Finally, Icestar went on.

"Today marked the warrior assessments of Amberpaw and Blackpaw—two young, heroic apprentices of our Clan." Icestar paused as the Clan looked to the two apprentices, and every cat made a circle around them so that they could sit in the middle of the clearing. "Amberpaw has done exceedingly well with her assessment, and according to Volefur, Blackpaw did his part just as good. So on this fine day, they will officially become warriors!"

The Clan erupted in meows of excitement. Ravenkit joined in, her voice a mixture of purrs and excitement just like her friends.

Icestar raised his dark-gray muzzle high and began, "I, Icestar, leader of MoonClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down upon this apprentice. She has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend her as a warrior in her turn." As he recited the traditional words, he looked down to meet his apprentice's gaze. "Amberpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your own life?"

Amberpaw trembled with excitement. "I do!"

"Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Amberpaw, from this moment on, you shall be known as Amberwind. StarClan honors your incredible swiftness in both your paws and mind alike, and as well as your whole-hearted devotion to your Clan. We welcome you as a full warrior of MoonClan!"

"Amberwind! Amberwind!" the Clan chanted, their choruses raised high above the trees. Ravenkit chanted as if chanting for her own warrior assessment.

Amberwind clambered up the Moonrock and Icestar rested his muzzle upon her head, while she gave a respective lick to his shoulder. Then, she leaped down by her brother, giving him an encouraging look.

Icestar continued on with the ceremony. After the first part was finished, he exchanged a supportive and happy look with the black-furred tom. "Blackpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your Clan, even with your own life?"

"I do," Blackpaw spoke, his voice louder than Ravenkit had ever heard.

"Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Blackpaw, you shall now be known as Blacksun. StarClan honors your impeccable patience and your skill in battle, and we welcome you as a full warrior of MoonClan."

The Clan chanted loudly for Blacksun. Ravenkit joined in, admiring the young warrior's new name. As he padded up to Icestar to exchange the final part of the ceremony, her heart beat quickly with excitement. So this is what it's like becoming a warrior! she thought, happiness spiking her pelt. Someday, it would be her name called throughout the Clan—and she would also someday be her own father's deputy.

First I'll become an apprentice, she thought with determination. I'll be the best apprentice there is. And after becoming a warrior, I'll surely earn the deputy position someday!

Her tail flicked with happiness at her imaginative thoughts, and Amberwind and Blacksun basked within the congratulations of their Clanmates. Ravenkit went to join them, however, unbeknownst to the whole Clan, a pair of eyes glinted from high on one of the oak trees.

Someone was watching the Clan.

For a moment, Ravenkit's pelt spiked with a weird feeling, and a leaf fell upon her head. She looked up, but there was nothing in sight. She shrugged. Must have been my imagination.

Let me know if there are any mistakes. I probably made a lot.