EMBERPAW
Pushing her way out of the Apprentices den (where she very nearly did not fit anymore) the orange she-cat made her way to the base of the Thunderwillow. She had completed all her requirements, but still did not have her warrior name. She scowled slightly at the thought. Perhaps she was just meant to be an apprentice forever? She was almost 18 moons old. Would Sparrowstar kick her out of the clan? Thoughts raced through her head as she took a seat, waiting for the meeting to begin.
MOOSECRASH
It had been some time since there was a clan meeting, and the huge tomcat let his plumy tail sway excitedly as he made his way from the camp entrance to the base of the Thunderwillow. He had returned from his walk just in time, and Moosecrash was excited to see what was in store. Finding an open spot, the tabby Keeper took a seat and wrapped his tail around his paws, hazel eyes fixed on his leader.