"I ask my warrior ancestors to look down upon this apprentice. She has learned the warrior code and given up her life in the service of her Clan. Let StarClan receive her as a warrior. She will be known as Rainsong." Rainsong's bleeding face was swathed in cobwebs, and her throat was bubbling blood onto the moss of her nest in the medicine den. Two of her paws were twisted, and both of her ears were torn. Her tail was ragged and patchy, but her belly was healing. "I'm sorry!" sobbed Firepelt into the bloodstained pelt. "I'm sorry we couldn't have had a better relationship, Rainsong, I'm sorry!"