Warriors - Ebonyshade's Morality [WIP]

Chapter 8

          "Ebony, are you awake?" whispered Mistfeather.

          Ebony blinked open her eyes and yawned. "I am now."

          "Twistedstar and Stormstar would like to speak with you, they're waiting in their den."

          Ebony nodded and stood up, stretching her legs. They were probably going to tell her that she had to leave. Her side had healed and she knew she couldn't live in Hurricaneclan forever. She walked out of the den and looked around. She wanted to say goodbye to her friends.

          "Where are Somberpaw and Ghostpaw?" she asked Mistfeather.

          "I think they're out training."

          "Oh..."

           Ebony sighed and bounded up the Stonepile and into the leaders' den. She poked her head inside.

          "Come in, Ebony," said Twistedstar, her cyan eyes glinting in the darkness.

          Ebony dipped her head respectfully, padded into the den, and sat down in front of the two mighty she-cats.

          "Before I have to leave, can I wait until Somberpaw and Ghostpaw come back? I'd like to say goodbye," she mewed, glancing at Stormstar, then at Twistedstar, then at her paws.

          "Actually, we were going to ask you if you'd like to join Hurricaneclan," meowed Twistedstar. "You could train with you friends."

          Ebony looked up in surprise. They were offering to let her live there? There must have been a catch, like she would be an apprentice forever or something. Clans don't just let rogues join, do they?

          "R-really?" she stammered.

          Stormstar nodded. "If you join, you will have food, shelter, and support, but you will have to work for it. Everyone has to do their part."

          Ebony's heart soared. "Yes, I would love to be able to join your Clan!"

          "Great. Do you know how old you are?" asked Twistedstar, eyeing Ebony.

          "About four moons, I think."

          "Alright, thank you, Ebony. You may go."

          Ebony nodded and stood up to leave the den. She padded outside and sighed with relief, her breath billowing visibly in the frosty air. She looked around and spotted her friends sharing a rabbit near a large stone. She took a mouse from the fresh-kill pile and sat down beside them.

          "Hi, Ebony. Were you in Stormstar and Twistedstar's den just now?" asked Somberpaw around a mouthful of meat.

          Ebony nodded and took a bite of mouse. "Yeah, and guess what?"

          "What?" asked Somberpaw, turning to face her.

          "Stormstar and Twistedstar told me I can stay in Hurricaneclan!"

          "Wow, that's awesome! You can train with us!"

          "Did you say yes?" asked Ghostpaw, who had finished eating.

          "Duh. I'm going to stay with you guys!"

          "That'll be cool," meowed Ghostpaw, curling her tail around her paws.

          "You said that kits become apprentices at six moons, right, Somberpaw?"

          "Yeah. How old are you?"