Meanwhile, Bramblestar turned to Finpaw. “What are we to do with you, Finpaw?” he asked, half to himself.

Twigpaw realized guiltily that she hadn’t even asked Bramblestar about Finpaw. But surely Bramblestar won’t send him away?

Finpaw stood boldly in front of the Clan leader and met his gaze. “I want to be a ThunderClan warrior,” he declared. “I’ve heard so many tales about Firestar, and how brave and honorable you all are. This is the best Clan in the forest, and I can’t wait to be part of it.” He gave an excited little jump. “Please let me join!”

Twigpaw could hear murmurs of appreciation at the young tom’s enthusiastic words.

“Let him in, Bramblestar,” Graystripe called out. “We need eager young cats like him.”

“Yes, we can’t afford to turn any promising cat away,” Squirrelflight added; her green gaze rested on Finpaw, half amused and half admiring.

“I don’t know . . .” Thornclaw looked doubtful. “Should we really be taking in just any cat? Not every cat is right for ThunderClan, after all.”

“True,” Cloudtail meowed with a flick of his tail. “Look at what’s been happening since the Clans started taking in every cat that happens to stroll into camp.”

Listening to the senior warrior, Twigpaw couldn’t help thinking about the destruction Darktail and his rogues had caused—but also the chaos she had caused when she’d led the remains of SkyClan into the ThunderClan camp. She wondered whether Cloudtail was aiming the sly remark at her, though the white tom’s gaze was firmly fixed on his leader.

“Maybe SkyClan cats don’t understand that they can’t just jump from one Clan to another,” Brightheart said sternly. “Finpaw, you have to be sure.”

Finpaw’s eyes widened. “I am sure,” he said earnestly. “I want to be part of ThunderClan.”

“These are unusual times,” Bramblestar said thoughtfully. “With so many changes in the Clans, we have to consider making changes as well. It’s possible that StarClan has some reason to want us to welcome Finpaw to ThunderClan . . . And he does seem convinced that this is where he belongs.”

“We should keep him for now.” Cherryfall spoke up. “Let’s give him a trial and see if he shapes up.”

“Oh, I will!” Finpaw’s eyes stretched wide as his confident gaze swept around the group of cats. “I promise!”

Bramblestar nodded. “Very well. Finpaw, we’ll welcome you as an apprentice for now, but you must show loyalty to ThunderClan. Can you do that?”

Too overwhelmed to speak, Finpaw nodded eagerly.

“Then, Finpaw, from this time forward you will be a ThunderClan apprentice,” Bramblestar announced. “Larksong, you are a loyal and committed cat. You will be his mentor and pass on your skills and experience to him.”