Skyclan's rising

Chapter 1

Shadewhisker grinned a large grin as Skypaw waved a friendly tail to him. He probably looked like a mouse-brain but he didn't care. The friendly she-cat had waved.

As he watched Skypaw leap down to the Apprentice den he heard a quiet chuckle from behind him.

Shadewhisker turned, his ears burning hot with embarrassment. Behind him was a black tom who was almost invisible in the starless night stifling a loud laugh, for it was against the code to talk on their Warrior Vigil.

Shadewhisker huffed and turned back to the entrance. He huffed and and stared intently outside the Camp walls. Outside remained still and silent.

After sitting still for a little be felt a chilly breeze ruffle his dark gray pelt, breaking its promise of New-leaf.

Shadewhisker decided he would need to stay warm if he didn't want to be stiff in the morning.

He got up and trotted around the den. Peaking in the dens as he passed.

When he passed at the Apprentice den he looked for Skypaw. After looking at the four patches of fur on the stone ground he spotted Skypaw. Her dark brown tabby pelt was rising slowly and Shadewhisker sighed happily.

He imagined him as an Elder with stiff legs, his dark gray pelt melting into Skypaw's brown pelt, as he watched their kits as warriors raising their own kits.

He tore his gaze away and started looking at the other dens. His gray paws padding silently on the stone ground.

He did this until morning. Then he went to sit by Nightbreeze.

Then they heard a voice, "You may go," Nightbreeze was so startled he leaped towards the voice and clawed the small tom's muzzle.

Shadewhisker laughed at Nightbreeze's startled face. His mouth was gaping and his blue pupils were wide.

"Well good to see you on guard," the dusky brown tom chuckled.

"Du-duskstar! I am sorry!" Nightbreeze stuttered.

Duskstar grinned at the tom. "As I was saying you may go sleep,"

Shadewhisker grinned at his startled brother's face and leaped up to the Warrior's den.

He sighed when his paws felt the soft moss of an empty nest. He kneaded the moss and laid down.

He rested his paws on his muzzle. The moss felt extra soft as he drifted into sleep.