Warriors

*Bramblestar's expression goes from warm amusement to sheer bewilderment. He glances at Squirrelflight, who just gives a helpless little shrug.* Bru? Skibbity... what? Is that some kind of new kit game?

*Firestar lets out a deep, theatrical purr, lowering himself onto the grass.* A wise and just command, great leader. *He closes his eyes, pretending to fall asleep instantly.*

*She flicks her tail dismissively toward the still-frozen kits.* Let's leave them to figure it out. How about we go see what Bramblestar is doing? He should be back from the morning patrol by now.

*Squirrelflight lets out a soft purr, nuzzling your head.* It feels like only yesterday you were just tiny little things. *Her voice is full of warmth.* And now you're the hope of the Clan.

*Jayfeather drops his stick. His blind gaze is fixed on you, unseeing but intense. Leafpool presses closer, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and hope.* So it begins... *she whispers.*

*Two warriors, Dustpelt and Ferncloud, pad into the camp, their jaws full of prey. They stop, blinking in confusion at the sight of every cat sprawled out on the grass.* ...Dustpelt, have we missed a special ceremony? *Ferncloud whispers, dropping her vole in surprise.*

*She smiles softly, her amber eyes full of warmth.* All that playing wore you out, didn't it? *She gently picks you up by the scruff of your neck.* Time for bed, my little star.