Ivorypaw felt his stomach turn with excitement as the stone path snaked downward into a huge hollow. Blackclaw's head was low as he onlooked the crowd of cats. Ivorypaw could see his claws unsheathing and sheathing from his big black claws as they reflected white against the moon. The brown tabby tom looked ahead through the soft glow to see Weasalstar up ahead. His leader still bore a few claw marks from Ivorypaw's last test. I hope none of the other clans ask about that...
