Yewkit clung onto every word, eyes wide as moons as Magpiewing recited the old words, going through the names one by one... Jaypaw, Ivypaw, Bluepaw... When he got to her, she was almost trembling. A swell of pride, a pang of apprehension, tension in her legs, her stomach twisting itself in knots. Yewpaw. Her name was Yewpaw. She turned, clumsy with her leaden paws, toward her mentor. No, not just her mentor. Smokestripe. She'd never expected him, out of all the warriors in the Clan, to be the one to train her as a warrior.
She puffed out her chest and touched noses with him, a stern determination mixed in with the hint of anxiety in her eyes. "I won't let you down, Father." She wouldn't have had it any other way.
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