Silencepaw sighed, walking away from the medicine cat, then heard Acestar and swiveled his ears toward camp. "Badgerwing," Acestar was saying. "Did you send Silencepaw out to hunt on his own? He can't be out in the forest by himself." he grumbled. "Send him hunting alone? Why would I do that?" Badgerwing replied, bitter from lack of sleep. "He told me you did and left to hunt." the leader added worriedly. "No. We won't go hunting until sunrise. And you said he left?" his former mentor asked, waiting for a response. "Yes. He left and-Oh no. No, no, no. He made that up so he could leave Spadeclan?" Acestar gasped, then the next thing the apprentice heard was paws pounding against the terrain. "Shatteredpaw! Come back!" a few voices shrieked, and he could tell they were getting closer. Run! Shatteredpaw broke into a sprint, smacking into a tree and then getting back up to his paws. He ran and ran, until the noise stopped.
A few hours later, the young tomcat was breathing hard and crossing a thunder path, into a lush forest filled to the brim with greenery. Stalks of long grass lined the edges of a path, and judging by the paw-prints, it was a path only fit for felines. The grass on the path was matted down, and trees sprouted everywhere along the sides of the trail, and everywhere behind the bushes of grass. Flowers grew into small clumps in the midst of the path, and the trail went on for as far as the eye could see.
Silencepaw crossed the border between extra Spadeclan territory that was never used and Wingclan territory, ignoring the scent line and continuing onward. A breeze lifted autumn leaves from the terrain, ruffling his thin pelt. "You. What are you doing on Wingclan territory?" a voice called out. Silencepaw whipped around, his amber eyes narrowed to slits. Three Wingclan warriors heading towards him. Great. "Wait a minute Emberclaw, this is the runt that nearly got his throat ripped out. See? This is the one Burrtail told us about, remember?" another said, gesturing to the small apprentice. Silencepaw slowly nodded, flicking his tail up to his throat, that was almost shredded down to his upper chest. Luckily, the wound wasn't as deep as his jugular. "Hmph. We're still taking him to Flightstar." the last-a gray she-cat named Goldenmist-hissed.
"Come on, keep it moving." Emberclaw grumbled, shoving the apprentice forward into the entrance of camp. Cats encircled him in moments, burning into his pale pelt with their hostile yet curious stares. "Flightstar," the tomcat to his left-Talonwhisker, his name was-announced, ducking underneath a sheet of lichen that most likely led to the sovereign's den, then leading out a dazzling brown speckled she-cat with a rope around her neck, tagged with a silver chip. When Silencepaw looked closely he could see that a church cross was engraved into both sides of the silver plated chip. "My, my. Where've you found this young one?" she meowed calmly, a warm smile across her features and her blue eyes catching the light of the almost setting sun. He was a runt, and became an apprentice at five moons, so she was probably referring to him as young because of his smaller size. "Found him crossing onto Wingclan territory."
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Sound Is My Enemy
FanfictionA young, pale kit is born into SpadeClan with a rather silent personality. Although this Clan seems like a nice fit at first, AceStar is becoming suspicious of the kit's abilities and, well, paranormal silence. He doesn't talk, doesn't laugh, doesn'...
