Creating Warrior Cat Names: A Simple + Amazing Guide

Chapter Two

             A broad face loomed over him, and a rank smell filled his nostrils. "Not you again," Jayfeather groaned.

            Yellowfang narrowed her eyes.

            "Do you think I'm happy to see you again?" she hissed. Her claw raked and snapped a twig on the forest floor. "Have you been keeping watch like I've told you to?"

            Jayfeather paced away, then spun around is frustration. "Is this about the prophecy again?" His blue eyes stared into her round yellow ones. "And I haven't been keeping watch, because I can't see."

            "Yes, mouse-brain, this is about the prophecy," Yellowfang replied. "Fire and tiger..."

            "Fire and tiger will destroy the Clan, I know, I know," Jayfeather retorted. "But what this has to do with anything, I do not understand. Firestar and Tigerstar are dead."

            "And yet their kin are alive and well and arguing with me," Yellowfang snarled.

            Jayfeather stepped back in alarm. "If this is another prophecy about me..."

            Yellowfang flicked her tail in agitation. "No, this prophecy is not about you. In fact, it is an old prophecy, where the cats of which it speaks of are already predetermined."

            "Then is this about Mothwing?" Jayfeather asked cautiously. "Or Tigerheart and Dovewing?"

            Yellowfang suddenly barred her jagged, ancient teeth. Jayfeather shuddered and backed away. "I see why they call you Yellowfang," he said.

            Yellowfang snarled, about to attack, when a gray-furred she-cat emerged from behind a clump of ferns. She had delicate paws and gentle blue eyes. Jayfeather suppressed a gasp. Is it Cinderheart? But no, that would mean...

            "Yellowfang, why did you request me today? And why are you bickering with..." Her question trailed off and examined Jayfeather.

            It couldn't be Cinderheart. Their eyes met and he was aware of the wisdom that existed in their depths. And besides, Cinderheart was at camp just this morning.

            "Greetings. My name is Cinderpelt." Jayfeather finally understood her resemblance to his fellow Clanmate. "And you must be Leafpool's son," she said harshly.

            Jayfeather shifted his paws as her gaze probed him. Although her gaze remained calm, he sensed waves of sadness drifting off of her.

            "You don't have to pity me, you know," he snapped.

            "I wasn't pitying you," Cinderpelt responded with subtle anger. "I was only..." she cut herself off and sighed.

            Jayfeather knew what she was thinking off: the knowledge that she never had kits of her own. "Stop dwelling on it," he said, irritated. "You have no right to think about what you cannot have."

            An unsheathed paw cuffed his left ear. He turned around, and Yellowfang was glaring at him with an arching back. "You do not insult a medicine cat!" she screeched.

            Cinderpelt shook her head lightly. "It's really not necessary, Yellowfang."

            "Nonsense," she spat, keeping her ugly face focused on Jayfeather. "It's time the brat learns some respect." She staggered forward and he couldn't help shrinking back. "Tell me: Have you ever loved someone?"