"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join here beneath the Mossrock for a Clan meeting!" The silver she-cat yowled loudly, bounding to the top of the stone. Rolo and Hershey were pushed to the foot of the rock as cats formed a circle around them, curiously examining the newcomers. The black and white she-cat sat at the back of the small crowd, her kits tumbling around her paws while the young grey and white she-cat from earlier, Lilypaw, sat beside her. The golden tom was sitting with the ginger she-cat and the brown tabby, Rabbitstripe, while the black tom sat further off. Two new cats emerged from the log, one a grey tabby tom, the other a cream and white she-cat, both of their muzzles grey. Finally the grey and white tom and a brown tabby tom sat down.
"Everyone, this is..." the dappled tortoiseshell started, looking down at Rolo and Hershey. "What are your names?" she asked quietly.
"Hershey and Rolo." Hershey responded.
"Hershey and Rolo." she announced loudly. "They are joining our Clan. I trust you all to welcome them and teach them our ways. Even though they are grown cats, they must be taught by mentors." She paused.
"Hershey, step forwards."
Hershey nervously moved forwards, unsure.
"From this moment onwards you shall be known as Sparrownose. Blackwhisker will mentor you." The black tom stood up, looking surprised. He walked up to Hershey, whispered something to him and they touched noses. Leading Hershey, they went to sit down.
"Rolo, come forwards. From now on you will be called Volestripe. Your mentor will be Goldthorn."
The golden ginger tabby stood up, no clear emotion on his face. Rolo took in the tom's three white paws and expressionless amber eyes as the broad-shouldered cat lowered his head slightly to touch noses with Rolo. "I am ShadeClan's deputy, meaning I will be leader when Dapplestar dies. Just because you aren't six moons old doesn't mean you don't have to listen to me. I expect dedication and respect. Got it?" he said sternly. There was something about the tom that Rolo didn't like. Maybe he was being paranoid but that had sounded a lot like a threat.

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Rolo-no, Volestripe- lay curled up in a mossy nest at the edge of the den, a genius idea of a wide tunnel dug into a grassy mound that opened into the 'warriors' den where he was sleeping. Hershey-Sparrownose- lay next to him. They had spent the rest of the day meeting their new clanmates and exploring the camp. Now Volestripe could name almost every cat in ShadeClan.
"Goodnight Rolo." murmured Sparrownose.
"G'night." mumbled Volestripe, already drifting into sleep.

Volestripe awoke to loud snores in his ear and a leg sticking into his back. He grunted. Logflight, a brown tabby tom with blue eyes, let out another snore. Heronstrike's leg twitched in his slumber. Hersh-Sparrownose was the lucky one. The only cat next to him, besides Volestripe, was Daisy-something-or-another and she was lying tail over nose, quiet as a mouse. Volestripe sighed and started to wonder about what was happening in the Twolegplace, what Foxy and Magpie and Jedi were thinking, even Moon from down the road. Volestripe wondered about a lot of things that night, about his past and his future. Tomorrow his life as a wild cat would officially begin. Tomorrow...