It was dawn. Starstorm walked slowly out of the Warrior's Den. He stretched, his silver tabby fur shining in the sun. Quickwing, one of his fellow RiverClan warriors padded up to him. "Good morning, Starstorm!" Quickwing purred cheerfully. "Thank StarClan you're awake! We're going to send out the dawn patrol soon. Wanna come?" Starstorm stretched and yawned. "Maybe next time, Quickwing. I just woke up." Quickwing nodded, understanding. "Alright, Starstorm." She nodded and went to catch up to Coralheart and Sludgenose, who were already leaving the camp, StarClan. Starstorm's ancestor's wondrous name rang in his head. Starstorm, himself had been named from his ancestor's wondrous name. When he had been born, his parents, Jumpspring and Sunsplash had spotted a shooting star as he was being delivered. RiverClan's Medicine Cat, Milktail, had said that the star was a sign from StarClan that Jumpspring and Sunsplash's, little, silver tom-kit would be special. For that reason, Jumpspring and Milktail had named him Starkit, as a reminder of the shooting star omen that had occured that day. Starstorm shook himself from his daydreaming and looked around camp. Redfoot and Thrushfeather, who had been sharing a large trout, were staring at him. Starstorm ignored them and left. He was in the mood for a good hunt. Alone.