In the dark Riverclan warrior den, lay a smoky black tom. The moonlight shone on his pelt, giving his smocky black fur a silver sheen. He then opened his amber eyes. The tom then sat up and looked at the corner of the den. He then remembered his promise. He had made a promise to be the bestest warrior there could have been. But he could'nt get to sleep. Instead of waking the other cats, he decided to go outside. He slipped past the sleeping warriors and got out of the den. He then walked to a small rock and sat down next to it. His ears then pricked when he heard a rustling noise and a cat appeared.