Two weeks later

Moonclaw had discovered that she hated rats. 

They had been attacked by a pack of them a little while ago, and Lightkit had a few infected bites. Moonclaw was terrified for her, and was reduced to constantly chatting about random things to keep her mind off of it. 

"Come on Lightkit! Only a little while more! We're gonna go find our Clan! Hey, I just thought of something! You're almost six moons old! That means you'll be made into an apprentice!"

"What's an apprentice?" asked a voice from behind her. 

"Oh, great. Another kittypet." Moonclaw muttered. Loudly, she called, "What do you want?"

"I wanna know what an apprentice is!" A large, tortoiseshell she-cat asked. 

"Okay, first of all, I want nothing to do with you. Second of all? I'm leaving." Moonclaw said. 

"Wait! I'm sure I have something I could trade! I, um, I could tell you my name! I could tell you where to find the most delicious mice! I am dying of curiosity. Oh, I know! I could tell you about that huge mass of cats that passed through! I bet you're dying to hear that!"

Moonclaw froze. "A...huge mass of cats?"

"Yeah! And, like, they kept saying stuff about warriors and leaders and Clans and-"

Moonclaw was starting to see that this cat might make a good warrior. 

"What's your name?"

"Hazel."

"Alright, Hazel. Do you want me to explain what a Clan is?"

"Yes! Oh, yes yes yes!" Hazel exclaimed. 

"If I do this, you enter the Clan with me." Moonclaw warned.

"Sure!" Hazel said.

"How old are you?" asked Moonclaw.

"Seven moons." 

"Wow, you're younger than me. Alright, your new name is Hazelpaw." Moonclaw said.

"Hazelpaw. Hazelpaw. Hazelpaw. I like it!" exclaimed Hazelpaw.

"We can talk as we walk. C'mon." said Moonclaw, leading the other cat towards the setting sun.

She had no idea what she was starting.