Wevilstar's Den

WARRIORS
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In the Warrior Cats book series, cats are given prefixes at birth, and receive different suffixes throughout different stages of their life. These stages are kitten (kit), apprentice (app) and leader (though not every cat becomes a leader). Warriors get unique suffixes. Elders, deputies and medicine cats keep their warrior names. Only the suffix changes.
For example,

With the prefix ‘Wevil’:
Kits - Wevilkit
Apps - Wevilpaw
Warriors - Wevil(name)
Leaders - Wevilstar

CLAN LORE
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You stumble into the territory of another one of those “clans”, although your tired, shaky limbs and aching muscles mean that angry, defensive jungle cats are not really the first thing on your mind right now. Used to the dry, flat savanna, you are finding it surprisingly difficult to traverse the many tree roots, uneven ground and spiderwebs that the jungle has to offer. What a strange place to live. You keep dragging yourself forward as the smell of fresh prey and water hits you, driving you forward. After a while, you find yourself at the edge of a large plunge pool. You lift your gaze to the mighty waterfall above and feel strangely vulnerable, deafened by the crashing water. Your eyes still work perfectly fine, though, and as you stare, you spot a lioness... a few, actually, emerging from behind the rapid falls while laughing and chatting. You shake your head, thinking your eyes deceive you. They suddenly notice your presence and stop dead, before one of them approaches you. A young lioness, who has a kind eye and strangely sleek fur. “Hello there,” She calls over the waterfall, her voice friendly and warm. “You seem to have stumbled into RainClan territory. Had some trouble along the way, though, I see?” She laughs before you realise that your fur is all scruffy from the journey, and you flatten your ears, embarrassed. “It’s perfectly fine. You look tired... why don’t you follow me?” She beckons you with her tail, and murmurs something to the other lionesses. They nod and pad away into the depths of the jungle, and you turn back to the stranger. “The cave is just through here.” You follow her, albeit a little hesitantly, and duck your head under the waterfall. Cold water thrashes against your back for a few seconds with surprising intensity, and you shake yourself vigorously once inside. You pause, gazing into the large, open cavern. A few lions lost in conversation fall silent to stare at the stranger in their home. Your pelt itches to leave. Usually, you would love to have all eyes on your pretty pelt, but these are not welcoming looks. Your guide steps forward and hurriedly explains your need for shelter, and the hard, intense glares turn into curious glances as you pad after the lioness, who leads you to the back of the cavern. You have noticed many small cave entrances leading to further tunnels, with little symbols carved around the openings; little cubs or huge primal beasts, strange patched lions and other things, but the one in front of you is decorated with a unique pattern around the cave’s mouth, and small flowers and sprinkles of exotic petals have been dropped on the floor here. You look up to see a pair of gleaming brown eyes blinking at you from the darkness, and a large lioness steps from it. She shakes her makeshift mane in a friendly way, and greets you. “Hello there, a loner I presume?” She sounds slightly younger than you expected, and almost zoned out. You question her on the term. Loner? What? She steps out and roars, taking you by surprise. All the lions in the entrance cavern roar excitedly back, and she turns back to you. “I am Wevilstar, apologies for startling you, but I believe this calls for a clan meeting,” She says, tilting her head. “You’ve never heard of the four great clans, I suppose?” You twitch your tail in confusion. “I suspected as much. Well, nonetheless, welcome to RainClan.”