New cats joining (sorry for the wait)

"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here beneath the thickbranch for a clan meeting!" Searingstar leaped up, his eyes shining.

"We have many new cats joining! Floe and Ravensoar have adopted Chaos, and he is welcome to stay!
Also we have joining Shorttail, Stormshadow, Surgingfleet, Twistedfoot, Creekfall, and Longwhisker joining as warriors today."

"Shorttail! Stormshadow! Surgingfleet! Twistedfoot! Creekfall! Longwhisker!" the cats cheered.

"We also have a few apprentices joining. Heatherpaw, Lionpaw, and Brookpaw!"

"Heatherpaw! Lionpaw! Brookpaw!" the cats began cheering again.

"And Featherkit and Lilackit! Poppyleaf is also joining, and is expecting kits!"

"Poppyleaf! Poppyleaf! Poppyleaf!"

Searingstar took a deep breath.

"And four apprentices are ready to become warriors today. Bronzepaw, Murkpaw, Charcoalpaw, and Heatpaw step forward."

"I, Searingstar, leader of Briarclan, call upon our warrior ancestors to look down on these apprentices. They have trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and we condemn them as warriors in their turn."

"Bronzepaw, Murkpaw, Charcoalpaw, and Heatpaw do you promise to uphold the warrior code, and protect and defend this clan , ever if it costs your life?"

[says(I do)]

"Then by the powers of starclan I give you your warrior names.

"Bronzepaw, you will be known as Bronzefeather."

"Murkpaw, you shall be known as Murkfall."

"Charcoalpaw, you shall be known as Charcoalwing"

"Heatpaw, you shall be known as Heatsoul."

"Bronzefeather! Murkfall! Charcoalwing! Heatsoul!" the cats cheered.

"That is all" he announced

>Searingstar<

Floe

   Floe looked up at the sky, turning dark from the clouds and buried the prey that she had caught. Suddenly, she heard a mew from behind and spun around, hackles raised to see a tiny kit sitting there and looking at her. She automatically relaxed.
   "Who are you, little kit?" she asked the pitch black kit with round eyes. He shook his head. "I-I don't know." he whimpered.
    "Where's your mother?" she asked. "I don't know that, either!" he said, looking almost at sobbs. His fur was matted and was covered and scars, but didn't carry any scent on him, except for.. Floe couldn't put a name on the scent.
   "Well, little kit, I can take you to Briarclan if you want, it's this great big group of cats who will make you feel better. Until your mother comes." she said softly. The cat slowly nodded. "O-Okay."
   She reached over and picked him up by the scuff and started carrying him towards the direction of the Briarclan camp. Suddenly she heard cracking, and an immense pain shot quickly through her,  and she felt like ever bone was broken, and blood was flowing freely. She was too out of focus to think of how this happened, but the last thing she heard was the little kit calling to her, and everything went black.

>Floe<