Swift Clan : Return

I am a leader, thought Quickstar. He was nearing the camp. Suddenly a golden-brown cat burst out from behind a rock. “Quickstar! Quickstar! You’re back!” Jaguarpelt squealed. Shuddering with relief, he realized that he wasn’t not be ready for any attack that could have come. Relaxing, he asked casually, “How have things been at the camp?” “Good!” she mewed, although Quickstar sensed that something else was on her mind. Curiousness drove him to ask, “Are you sure?” Sighing, she looked him in the eye. “Well, while you were gone, a rouge she-cat entered the camp with an almost dead kit.” He began to be worried. What had happened? As if sensing his worry, she added quickly, “She is no harm to us, nor is the kit. They were both weak and hungry.” He marched into the camp. “Oh, her name is Patty, and her kit - her name is Youngkit.” He couldn’t help but feel like he had missed out. Finding a kit and his mother? Taking a rouge into the camp? He called, “Patty and Youngkit! Come out!” As soon as he saw them, he was overwhelmed with compassion. “Youngkit, come here.” he mewed softly. Patty nudged her kit forward. The fear in her eyes was obvious to Quickstar. He mewed, in a strong voice, “Youngkit! Welcome to Swift Clan! And Patty, I name you Goldenfur, and I welcome you into the Swift Clan!” Ravenpaw and Silverclaw, who had overheard everything, nodded. Goldenfur was a perfect name.