"Cats of Wormclan," Duskstar started, standing tall at the summit of the mossy boulders and among the vines accompanying it. The she-cat had beckoned her apprentice forward, up to perch beside her. "Today marks yet another joyous occasion, one that I have waited for since this one was only a kit. Today, he stands before his mentor and his fellow clanmates, having proved himself through hard training and practice. I call our ancestors to look upon this cat, and I hope they hear and approve of my choice. Shiveringpaw, from this moment on, you will be known as Shiveringpatch. Wormclan honors your determination and curiosity, and welcomes you as a full warrior."
As cheers of his new name filled the camp, Shiveringpatch's pelt prickled and fluffed with excitement and pride. Instinctively, his gaze flickered to the crowd, searching for a particular face.
There Goldfur was, ears pricked and a relaxed but proud smile on the older cat's face. His big brother was certainly watching, and ready to give Shiveringpatch a playful cuff over the ears first opportunity he had to congratulate.
