Swift Clan :

“Quickstar, Quickstar!” the cats surrounding Jaguarpelt were chanting. Star Clan’s message was clear. He would be the new leader. Everything went black. She awoke from her slumber as she heard Silverclaw urging her to hurry up. “All cats old enough to catch their own prey gather around Sharp Point!” Quickpaw yowled. The strong apprentice was already the size of a large warrior, and was the strongest cat in the clan as well. Jaguarpelt padded out of her den and followed the other cats to Sharp Point. It was a tall rock with a back cat-sized stair case up to the top. Behind it, a far away mountain made it look like it had a point sticking out of it. She sighed happily. Life was so peaceful in Safety Hollow compared to the everyday raucous in Wind Clan camp. Quickpaw motioned her to come up beside him. Sitting by his side, she felt herself shudder with delight. Quickpaw turned and stared into her eyes. She could tell he felt the same. “Cats of Swift Clan! Jaguarpelt, our medicine cat, has a dream she wishes to share.” he mewed. She looked at him once more, then addressed the patient clan. “Star Clan sent me a dream. It is wonderful news. Quickpaw is to become the new leader of Swift Clan!” Yowls of agreement exploded from the small crowd below. Then suddenly Ravenpaw snorted. “How is he going to get his nine lives?” Every other cat fell into silence. Jaguarpelt looked below nervously, then, gathering her courage, she answered, “Star Clan wishes him to go to Moonstone.” Shocked faces met hers. “Who will go with him?” Jaguarpelt asked. “I will!” shouted Ravenpaw. “I know the way there… since you do not.” He spoke quietly to Quickpaw. “Very well. Go back to your den and prepare. The rest of you, protect the camp. We don’t know what’s in these woods.” Jaguarpelt sunk into her den, relieved that someone was accompanying Quickpaw other than herself. The leader must be protected, she remembered Tinypaw exclaiming proudly as he recited the warrior's code.