Silverwing's Story: The Prophecy Begins

Chapter Three

Silverkit woke in a warm clearing. She felt relieved, nothing was chasing her anymore. She stood. A gentle Greenleaf wind took her by surprise. It was only just becoming leaf-bare in the clan territory. It shouldn't have been Greenleaf for moons.

Silverkit tasted the air. Cat scent. The sweet scent clung to the air around her. She smelled the strongest scent and followed it. The scent led to a clump of ferns, the sound of water rushing beyond.

Silverkit plunged into the ferns, barely stopping herself from falling into the river just passed the plants. The calm trickling water soothed her, and she couldn't help but laugh. She didn't know why, but this place was soothing. It made her comfortable.

The scent of a cat touched her nose. Silverkit spun around. An elegant silver she-cat stood behind her. The cat's tabby pelt was sleek, just like the Riverclan cats Grayclaw had described.

"Hello, Silverkit," the she-cat said in a soothing voice, in harmony with the calm water.

"Hello!" Silverkit mewed in a joyful voice. "What's your name?"

The she-cat didn't answer, though her blue eyes flickered, as if they held something secret inside. "Are you happy?" she asked.

"Yes," Silverkit answered boldly.

"You didn't seem happy," she said. "Why are you happy now?"

Silverkit just then remembered what had happened at what seemed like a few heartbeats ago. The bloodthirsty eyes flashed in her mind. She shivered at the memory.

"This place... just seems peaceful, and safe," the Thunderclan kit answered. "As if there isn't danger for many moons away."

The she-cat nodded. "Why don't you want to go back?" She asked.

"Because... I don't think the Clans are right for me after all..." Silverkit meowed, almost shamefully.

"Why not?"

Silverkit flicked her tail. "Why are you asking questions about my life? Why should I tell some kittypet?"

Obviously, the silver she-cat was offended. "You really think I'm a kittypet? Well, I'm not."

"Then who are you?!"

The she-cat snorted. "You should pay attention to your elders, young one," she sighed, and sadness showed in her blue eyes. Silverkit immediately regretted raising her voice, but it was time for her to ask questions and receive answers.

"Are you from Starclan?" she decided to start with, since, 'Who are you?' was obviously not getting answered.

The she-cat nodded. "I am indeed a Starclan cat. I hope that as you grow, you'll learn to respect your ancestors."

Silverkit bowed, half for respect and half because she was ashamed for being so foolish. I messed up again... she thought.

The she-cat laid her tail on Silverkit's back. As if she were reading the kit's mind, she said, "There's nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone makes mistakes, and I've certainly met more disobedient kits." when Silverkit didn't look up, she added, "It's all just part of growing up, you're going to be a great warrior."

Silverkit looked up at the silver she-cat. "How am I supposed to do that when I left the clans?"

The Starclan cat looked down at Silverkit thoughtfully. "You're only a kit who strayed across the border. You'll soon learn that this isn't the first time this scenario has happened."