ThunderClan: (who is needed to be known by name)
Leader: Flamestar- a old weary ginger tom
Deputy- Whiteflame- ginger and white she-cat
Medicine cat- Honeyheart- golden she-cat
Mistcloud- blue-gray tom
Flowerpelt- White she cat
Pebblefall- light gray tabby tom.
Birdfur- dusky brown she-cat
Queens- Dewtail- brown tabby she-cat
Branchkit- brown tom
Grasskit- Gray spotted she-kit
"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the highrock for a clan meeting! " Flamestar yowled.
"Now you will walk straight and proud you two got it?" Dewtail told them. The two kits nodded and went to the nursery entrance to meet their father, Pebblefall.
"Come on," He said, beckoning them with his tail.
"Grasskit and Branchkit have reached their sixth moon, and it is time for them to become apprentices!" Flamestar addressed the clan. "Grasskit," He said, "from this day forth you shall be known as Grasspaw, with Flowerpelt to mentor you."
Suddenly Flamestar fell to the ground, heavy, then gave up breath, and died.
"Oh no!" Both Honeyheart and Whiteflame screeched and raced forward.
"Hey! How come Grasspaw gets to be an apprentice?" Branchkit complained.
"Hush!" Dewtail hissed.
So Whiteflame had to go to the moonpool that night to receive her nine lives and name, while Grasspaw was in the apprentices den and Branchkit was in the nursery. Whiteflame chose a deputy, Birdfur.
Then in the hasle of things, Whitestar took another sunrise to remember that Branchkit needed to become an apprentice. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the highrock for a clan meeting!"
"About time!" Huffed Branchkit.
"In the tragedy that we have gone though, we have forgotten to have our other kit become an apprentice! Branchkit, please step forward. Branchkit, from this day forth you shall be known as Branchpaw, with Mistcloud as your mentor!"