Northstar looked down at her Clan, a smile on her face. "I, Northstar, leader of WolfClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. She has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend her to you as a warrior in her turn. Larkpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?"
Her daughter was bouncing, and Cactuspelt, who was standing beside her, couldn't get her to stop. "I do."
"Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Larkpaw, from this moment you will be known as Larkwing. StarClan honors your energy and spirit, and we welcome you as a full warrior of WolfClan."
"Larkwing! Larkwing!"
The silver leader's heart soared as the cats called out her name. "You finally made it!" Cinderclaw's voice reached her. Heatherfur had given him his medicine cat name a half moon before. The cheers died down, and soon the cats had started to break apart.
"Touching," the soft voice somehow broke through all the conversations, causing every cat to face the entrance. Her sickeningly sweet voice, her strong, blood-and-roses scent, and her flowing water-blue eyes.
Bless.
The black she-cat padded into the center of the clearing calmly, acting somewhat bored but had a smug look on her face that made Northstar wanted to hide in the nursery like a kit. "A bit too for my taste."
Her clanmates reacted before the leader did. They shot forward, claws and teeth ready to tear her apart. But Bless leaped up in the same instant the came down on her, twisting up into the air as if she could fly like a blue-eyed raven. Northstar couldn't see the point in Bless's escape. She'll just fall back into their claws won't she?
But she was wrong. Bless's twisting had left her landing on the hedge barrier. She waved her sleek tail in farewell, and lept out of sight gracefully.
WolfClan's cats were extremely distressed, crying out in fear. Northstar couldn't hear a single yowl out of it all. She was panicking again. Her eyes rolled over all the cats, until they fell on Ozzy. His lips were moving, but she couldn't hear him. Improvise.
Ozzy was calm. He was sitting their, tail flicking, as the cats around him were shrieking. A cat that could kill him before he could blink had just padded into their camp, leapt out of the Clan's claws, and calmly left, and he was just as calm as she had been. His calmness caught onto Northstar, and the blackness eating at the edge of her vision disappeared. "Don't worry!" She yowled out, the shrieks now drumming in her ears until the cats died down.
"We're going to take her out. A fair fight, one on one. We find her, and get rid of her." She continued when the distressed cats said nothing.
"What about a chance for her to escape the territory?" Heatherfur asked.
"Heatherfur," She meowed carefully. "She killed Talonclaw. She killed Thrushfeather. She killed Meadowflower. She killed Cloudshadow. She's killed more than them, if I could guess. She's gotten her chance. The only thing she deserves is to be taken out by one, and not by a Clan. That's fair for no cat."
"Who would do that?" Birdsong called out.
"Me."
"What about you?" Ozzy mewled. Now he was scared, Northstar could tell. He was shaking, and his meow was like a young kit that had a nightmare.
"I have lives, Ozzy," She meowed. "And I'm getting rid of her."