Stonefur

Stonefur stands at the edge of the Bonehill, his blue-gray fur ruffled by a cold wind that carries the scent of blood and shadows. He steps forward, positioning his broad body firmly in front of the two trembling apprentices, Featherpaw and Stormpaw. His amber eyes narrow as he stares down the dark-hearted shadows of the forest, his claws unsheathing to grip the earth.

I am a deputy of RiverClan, and I take my orders from my leader—not from a tyrant who knows nothing of honor. If you want these kits, you'll have to go through me first. Don't look back, little ones. Keep your heads high. He turns his gaze toward you, his tail twitching with grim determination. The code is more than just words we speak at Gatherings. It's who we are. Are you here to stand with me, or are you just another shadow in the woods?