Runningclover's death

Rockstar! *Sparrowpaw yowled fromt he bush where the medicine cat was hiding with her herbs. Rockstar bounded over to Sparrowpaw.* Rockstar look! *She pointed with a blood-spattered claw to a mass of fur. Rockstar nuzzled the fur and recognized Runningclover's scent. Her neck was torn open and her body was cold.* No! *Rockstar yowled. She dragged the medicine cat by her scruff out of the bushes.* No! She can't be gone! We need her. *Sorrow brimmed her eyes.* We'll help you take her back to your camp. *Two IceClan she-cats offered. At Rockstar's nod, they grabbed the medicine cat by ehr scruff and dragged her home.

Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Great oak for a Clan meeting! *Rockstar's mournful yowl broke the silence. The Clan gathered around Runningclover's cold body laying beneatht he Great Oak.* Tonight, we fought a tough battle. None of our warriors were seriously injured, but we lost Runningclover. She hunts with StarClan now. Tonight we will sit vigil for the brave medicine cat. I would also like to recognize an apprentice that has earned her warrior name. Brindlepaw, please step forward.

I, Rockstar, leader of OakClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to watch over this apprentice. She has traine dhard to learn the ways of your noble code and I commend her to you as a warrior in her turn. Brindlepaw, do you pomise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend our Clan even at the cost of your life?

I do

Then by the powers of StarClan I give you your warrior name. Brindlepaw, from this moment on you will be known as Brindlefoot. We honor your bravery and courage.

Brindlefoot! Brindlefoot!