❝ I have brought you here for a reason, Fireheart. Look at this place; remember it. This is where a battle will not be fought, and blood will not be spilled. ❞
"I can 𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒑."
Hawkheart snorted. "If you can limp, you can walk. If you can walk, you can hunt."
"What about fighting?" Hopkit persisted. "What if I can't fight?"
"Then you'll just have to argue your enemies to death."
"Like fire, you will blaze through the forest. The burning branches was a sign from StarClan. You are fire, Bluepaw, and you will blaze through the forest. But beware. Even the most powerful flames can be 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 by 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳."
"You can do it!" Bluepaw called.
"I'm coming!" Snowpaw jumped, but her graceful leap turned into a clumsy flop as her hind paws skidded on loose leaves and she splash belly-first into the stream.
"𝑊𝑒'𝑙𝑙 be their denmates soon," Snowkit said excitedly. Moonflower's ears twitched. "Not for six moons, you won't! And only if you've learned not to eat poppy seeds by then!"
"I would like to welcome Moonflower and Stormtail's kits to ThunderClan. They are a little too young for a clan meeting . . ."
". . . but I'm glad they're here to see a ceremony that they will one day experience."