-Blazingnight dipped her head in a respectful bow to the apprentice. "Then by the powers bestowed in me as leader, I give you your warrior name. Jinxpaw, from this moment you will be known as Jinxflare. ShadowClan honors your cunning mind and fierce character, and we welcome you as a full warrior." She then leapt down from the highbranch, trotting up to her apprentice. She placed a lick on her forehead to welcome her to the clan as a full warrior. Her golden eyes were hard and proud as she looked on her apprentice, made into a fierce and lively warrior.

*el timo skipo*
Blazingnight had finished her ceremony, and she was eager to speak with Burdockpool. Her skin was tingling with anxiety and it must be showing on her face. She gave a quick glance, all their kits were in the clearing, supervised by the other queens. She watched them for a moment, wanting to join them and try to shake the apprehension. Though she slipped into her den instead to warm Burdock. Her stomach was in a knot when she saw him, but she shook her head to rid the feeling. I'm overthinking this, she told herself quietly, the clan is too strong to be hurt. Her tail tip flexed as she crept into the nest beside him and sat down. For the time, she couldn't look at him, didn't want to talk about what she'd smelled and heard. "Burdock..." She trailed off and swallowed, all she could picture was Bucknight having created an army and coming for her clan. "I did a patrol today, near Riverclan. While there we scented, it was a strange smell, but it was so strong in the air." She shivered, she'd thought that there was screeching and fighting, but she couldn't be sure it wasn't chanting and banter. "There's something in Riverclan."

Blazingnight didn't feel so at ease as he did. She furrowed her brow. "No it smelled like another group of cats, there had to be a significant amount of them." She continued trying to reflect on the scent. Maybe it was like Burdockpool had mentioned, something after only Riverclan that could destroy them for her. She just still felt uneasy. "There were yowls that we could faintly make out too, I couldn't tell if they were ones of battle or if they were chanting." She continued. That was more of what bothered her was the new scent paired with the possibility that they were cheering. Her fur twitched anxiously as she thought about it. "Do you think it's just something attacking Riverclan?" She asked, looking for reassurance in the hazel eyes of the tom.

His words comforted her as she leaned into his muzzle. Once he pulled back she leaned in to run her tongue along his jawline. She preferred his opinion on the matter and adopted it as her own. The black tabby relaxed into the nest, leaning her head against his soft brown flank. "If you have so much confidence in me, I suppose I should too." She mumbled, her golden eyes now focused on the distant figures of their children playing. Her life had changed so fast because of them, and now that she had a family the world only seemed so much more fragile around her. Ash pressed herself a little more snugly against the tom, hoping to find some comfort in it.