“Brambleclaw! It’s today!” Sorrelpaw bounded towards the tabby warrior. “My warrior ceremony!” It was a moon after her paw had healed.
  “You’ve trained so hard for this, Sorrelpaw.” Brambleclaw purred, pausing to rasp his tongue over her ear. “You deserve it.” Her green eyes blinked affectionately at him. “Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join here beneath the Highledge for a Clan meeting.” Firestar yowled from the Highrock. “I, Firestar, leader of ThunderClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. She has trained hard to understand the ways of your code, and I commend her to you as a warrior in her turn.” Firestar meowed the traditional words of the warrior ceremony. “Sorrelpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend this Clan, even at the cost of your life?”

       “I do.” Sorrelpaw’s voice was strong. Her tortoiseshell pelt shone in the sunlight, and her green-amber eyes glowed like fire.

       “Then by the powers of StarClan I give you your warrior name: Firestar’s pride and admiration for the younger cat was shown in his eyes. “Sorrelpaw, from this moment you will be known as Sorreltail. StarClan honors your courage and patience, and we welcome you as a full warrior of ThunderClan.”
Firestar placed his muzzle on Sorreltail’s head. She licked his shoulder respectively, and backed away to join the crowd of warriors. “Sorreltail! Sorreltail!” Brambleclaw led the cheer, his golden eyes bright. Every time a new warrior was made, he cheered the loudest, partially because he needed to prove himself loyal. But this time he was cheering whole-heartedly for Sorreltail. His chest felt as though it would burst with pride for Sorreltail. The tortoiseshell wound her slender body around him, her lean muscles pressed against his. Gently, slowly, deliberately, he rasped his tongue over her head. “You deserve this.” He murmured. She purred louder, pressing her cheek against his.

       Firestar yowled from the Highrock: “In the tradition of our ancestors, Sorreltail will sit in silent vigil until dawn, and guard the camp alone while we sleep.” Sorreltail looked up at the darkening sky. “I’d better go,” she murmured to Brambleclaw, the last words she was allowed to say before her vigil. Then she padded to the entrance, her tail wrapped neatly around her paws. Brambleclaw sat down with a piece of fresh-kill, watching her stillness, the way her ears were pricked in alert. Her green-amber eyes reflected the light of Silverpelt, and her glossy fur shone with the moon’s glow. The warriors of StarClan had gathered overhead by now, so Brambleclaw finished his fresh-kill, and padded towards the warriors’ den. Before he entered, he turned his head to gaze at Sorreltail once again. “Goodnight, Sorreltail.” He murmured, and then retreated to his nest. The future for him and Sorreltail was bright.