Lost Creek Hollow starlight

When the small entourage was gathered, Papa addressed his daughter first.

Shadowpup puffed out her chest in pride and arranged herself to be seated formally. Her yellow eyes grew big, attuned to the words of Riverclan’s star – their link to the ways of Starclan. She willed herself to remember the words and all the details surrounding this day.

Shadowpaw.

The apprentice name she had long desired!

Shadowpaw looked over her shoulder at Ash Paw, her gaze filled with accomplishment.

And then Silvertongue spoke. Their relationship was fragile. Mending. But Shadowpaw was so delirious with happiness that she did not think negatively. “I-I won’t let you down,” she stammered, voice filled with emotion.

Then, Riverclan’s voices chanted her new name. Shadowpaw detected Wren’s among them and so she was pleased by that – to see her commitment to their society’s ceremony.