Extend the Story - Add a Room

"HighClan has been good," Thunderstar begins, flexing his unusually long front claws into the wood beneath him. "Our kits, Smokekit and Beekit, have become Smokepaw and Beepaw; apprentices of HighClan!" He announced, nodding his head to a knot of HighClan cats, where a dark gray tom and a yellowish she-cat sat, both looking embarrassed but excited. "TunnelClan congratulates you," Harestar purred once the noise of the cats below had died out. "We have had plenty of good hunting; better than usual." There was something underlining her voice, something of a hidden threat laced with malice. Her eyes glittered with greed and venom as she casually glanced at the starving cats of WaveClan. A low snarl grumbled in Streamstar's throat, her hackles rising. She opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by Oakstar, who rushed in quickly to stop any drama before it could start. "HighClan is doing well. Three of our kits have become apprentices. Applekit, Splashkit, and..." Your ears perk as he mews your name, which is...

"...a zim, Snakepaw!"