“Hollyspots”, mewed a voice behind her. Hollyspots turned to see a light brown tabby tom with green eyes. “Yes, Swiftflight?” she replied. “Your vigil is over. You may go rest in the warriors’ den now”, he purred. Hollyspots obeyed without a word. She had been watching over the camp all night on her silent vigil, for her first night as a warrior. “She will make a fine warrior,” said a voice. “You were a good mentor.” Swiftflight turned. He hadn’t expected any cat to be awake this early. “Thank you, Icefire,” he said at last. Icefire was Hollyspot’s mother, and the RiverClan deputy. She did not give praise lightly, not even to her kin. Even though she was highly respected within the Clan, something about those fiery red eyes of hers always startled Swiftflight. They seemed to be able to penetrate anybody, and Icefire had a stern, unblinking gaze that could make even the fiercest warrior back down. Anyway, she was loyal and brave, and there was nothing to be said about that. “I agree,” mewed a pretty, white she-cat. It was Crystalwing, Hollyspot’s older, more even-tempered half-sister. She had a soft, blue gaze that was totally opposite of her sister’s fierce, green one. “She seemed to be the most hardworking of all the apprentices, even though she was small.” “Yes,” purred Swiftflight. “She always pushed herself to do better, even when the others didn’t.” Crystalwing looked away nervously. “I-I umm….yes! Yes, she always was a hard worker, even though she was small,” she said, repeating almost exactly what Swiftflight had said a moment before. “Crystalwing, is something troubling you?” Icefire meowed sharply. “Ummm…..no! Nothing at all. I’m…fine…..”