Piketooth ran with the patrol, his old bones protesting with every pawstep.This would be his last patrol as a warrior of RiverClan.
Today was his elder's ceremony, and tonight he would be moving into the elder's den.
He looked at the other members of his patrol and sighed, these were the cats that meant the most to him in the clan. Graypool, his former apprentice. Whitefang and Owlfur, his goot friends.Crookedstar, his leader. Shimmerpelt, his mate and Skyheart and Blackclaw, his kits.
He sighed he was going to miss this.
"It's going to be OK," Shimmerpelt mewed to him.
"I know but I don't want to leave all of this," he replied.