Another 500 word oneshot

The sun glowed brightly as it seemingly ascended into the sky, bursting through the darkness of the departing night. The numerous stars disappeared as the rising ball of fire banished them by providing Earth with light. The vast sky went from an eerie black dappled with gray clouds to a cheery light shade of blue spotted by wispy white clouds, drifting across the infinite sky, off to no particular place. They were like gypsies, settling one place for a while then slowly drifting away. At this point, the daytime duties of the clan were already beginning. Warriors, along with the deputy Bramblenose, went to patrol the border and hunt for prey, mentors addressed their daily assignments for their apprentices, the kits woke from a long slumber to continue being frivolous kittens, and the elders began bracing themselves to tell stories, and the medicine cat, Petalpool, started her boring task of sorting herbs.
This was Tornpaw's big day. The little scrawny-looking apprentice wanted to look good for this once-in-a-lifetime occasion, so proceeded to grooming his scraggly, ruffled pelt. It became clean as Tornpaw brushed his rough, pink tongue against it. He made sure not to lick the wound that had left that leg twisted, fearing infection, even though it had already scabbed over and was barely visible.
“Come on, I want it to be Climing-sun NOW!” He mewed, barely able to contain his excitement. Questions swirled around Tornpaw's stimulated mind.
“I wonder what your name will be, maybe Tornpelt,” Lionpaw wondered, sitting next to Tornpaw. Other apprentices crowded him, wondering the same questions as him.
“What if the leader holds him back?” Ivypaw mewed provocatively, pawing the ground and scrunching a leaf.
“Ooooooh,” Lionpaw and Flowerpaw mewed simultaneously. They giggled, taking for granted Tornpaw would take it lightly. Which he did, but the two troublesome apprentices got lucky this time.
“I wonder what your warrior name will be? Maybe something cool, like Tornstream,” Flowerpaw mewed shyly, intertwining her slender tail with Tornpaw's severed one.
“Haha, that sounds lame. And physically impossible. Imagine if his name was Tornear. Or Tornnose. Or even Torntooth, or Torneye, or Tornmouth,” Lionpaw laughed. “Anything Torn with a body part sounds really gross,”
“Eww! Stay out of it, Lionpaw!” Flowerpaw retorted, her face scrunching in anger. She lashed her tail.
“No need to be upset, Lionpaw can be part of the conversation,” Tornpaw soothingly responded. He could tell Flowerpaw liked him, but didn't feel they would be able to follow through on a relationship.
Lionpaw grunted. Flowerpaw was that immature one that the clan just kind of put up with. Lionpaw especially disliked her.
“Torntail would sound awesome,” Ivypaw butted in. Lionpaw and Tornpaw shook their heads in agreement. Suddenly, Spottedstar's voice sounded throughout the camp.
“It's time!” Tornpaw yelled, running as fast as he could. The proud apprentice stood on highrock, watching the rest of the clan gather in front. “Good thing my stupid sister Redstrike isn't here to ruin my big moment for me. Good call, Spottedstar, for exiling her,” he thought as the last few cats took a seat.
“I, Spottedstar, the leader of Glacierclan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. Tornpaw had trained hard to understand the way of your noble code, and I commend Tornpaw him to you as a warrior in his turn,” Spottedstar announced. Tornpaw shuddered with excitement, winking at his former mentor, Lavenderpath.
“Tornpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and protect your clan, even at the cost of your life?” Spottedstar inquired.
“I do,” Tornpaw responded, shaking with excitement.
“Then by the powers of Starclan, I give you your warrior name. Tornpaw, from this moment, you will be known as...”
Yep, that was Spottestar, she loved piling suspense. The clan held their breath, waiting for the huge moment.
“Tornleaf!” Spottedstar finally announced. “Starclan honors your intelligence and honesty, and we welcome you as a full warrior of Glacierclan,”
Spottedstar gently rested her cream-colored muzzle on Tornleaf's head, smiling. Tornleaf's violet eyes brimmed with tears of overwhelming happiness.
“Tornleaf!” The gathered portion of Glacierclan called out in honor of their new warrior, Tornleaf's name ringing through the forest. It even reached the nursery.
“Hooray for Mr. Good stories!” Lilackit mewed.
“Plus, his name is sick,” Dustkit beamed.
(And as you can see, Glacierclan is my own fan-made clan.)

Oh dang it.. Wrong ceremony xD
(Fixed it)