Ripplepool lay next to the fresh kill pile, his belly churning with excitement and anxiety about his new kits.Brackenglade was running her tail along his back, purring happily for him and trying to distract him from the current events. There was a screech from the nursery and he leapt to his paws, knocking Brackenglade into the pile of mice and toads. He skidded to a halt just outside the nursery and ducked his head in.Falconspots was licking two tiny, mewling kittens while Stormshower was happily watching them as they buried for milk in her soft pelt.
Weeddrift licked at the small white kit, admiring her younger brother with respect. Stormshower and Ripplepool were talking quietly about the black kit with golden spots, as the small she still had no name.
“ We really must hurry, Ripplepool, the ceremony will be any moment now and we can’t have a kit with no name.”
Before Ripplepool could reply Snowstar had leapt onto the rock and was calling the cats together for a clan meeting.
“Splashstone, you are a loyal and brave warrior. You have all the qualities we need in our clan so you will be the mentor for Frostpaw.”
“Now, um..” there was a pause as Snowstar realised he still didn’t know the name of Ripplepool’s second kit.”Erm..”
“Go on, Lynxkit,” Frostpaw thrust his sister forwards, using the name they had been using for the past six moons.
“Ahh Lynxkit, you shall now be known as Lynxpaw, until you receive your warrior name. MarshWhiskers you are a kind and gentle cat. I trust you to pass on those qualities to your new apprentice, Lynxpaw.”
Ripplepool And Stormshower exchanged a long glance.
“Our kit has a name.” They laughed.