Starlit Ceremony
“By the power of Starclan, I give you your warrior name. From now on, you’ll be known as Birchbug. May you live up to the destiny the grand storyteller has planned for you.”
Swiftbrook’s voice began to drift as the ceremony ended. Birch, now Birchbug, tried to make out the last few words. The grand storyteller?
Birchbug woke with a jolt as a familiar weight landed on their tail. They looked at the dark grey kitten and purred softly. “Good morning, Snail.”
“Morning, Birchbug!” The kit squeaked, causing the grey and white cat’s eyes to widen.
“What did you just call me?”
“Birchbug! Just like the Starfur cats told me to!”















