50 Shades of Silver

Shade 10

Silvertongue flinched; what has Shadepaw done? Upon closer inspection, he saw that the apprentice held a special kind of plant between his paws, the same sweet scent from it on Moonmoon and Amethystglimmer's kits.

"I've never seen that herb before," he commented, a little confused.

Shadepaw grunted. "Well of course you haven't! You don't get all the she-cats like me."

Silvertongue tilted his head, intrigued. "What does it do?"

"It's a herb that knocks cats unconscious, and when they wake, the first cat they see they fall in love with," he explained proudly.

He perked up, excited. "What's it called?"

"The FriendZoneKiller42069, I named it myself," Shadepaw told him happily, puffing out his chest.

"There's a story behind that one..." Silvertongue murmured.

Shadepaw strutted towards him, a challenging glint in his eyes. "I'd be willing to trade you some of this stuff, if you did something for me."

He hummed, suspicious. "And what would that be?"

Shadepaw smirked. "You can have some of this, if you drug Glodhart for me."

Silvertongue frowned. "Why him?"

Shadepaw suddenly looked embarrassed. "I may or may not find his speech impediment and horrendous grammar fantastical."

Silvertongue retched. "Are you kidding? Glodhart has more than a speech impediment, he's got an epileptic tongue."

Shadepaw frowned. "How come?"

Silvertongue narrowed his eyes. "The second he meets someone brighter than him, he starts talking."

Shadepaw hissed, dumping some of the FriendZoneKiller42069 herb by his paws and storming away, offended. Silvertongue giggled, glancing over to Amethystglimmer, who looked rather pleased that her kits were quiet. He padded up to her flirtatiously.

"Hey, Moonmoon wanted me to give you this," he told her gently, sliding her the plant.

She groaned. "Fine, whatever."

She lapped up the herb, and instantly her eyes turned to rainbows. "Memetastic."

She fell into a deep slumber, and Silvertongue was overjoyed.

"Now all I have I do is wait! Amethystglimmer will love me!"

Silvertongue slipped out of the medicine den, pleased with the outcome. He slunk into his nest, a little impatient, before realising; he had nothing to woo her with. Standing straight back up again and probably giving himself concussion by brute force, he wandered down to the flowers conveniently placed near camp. It was like his love life was a fairy tale, a story, and everything was set up for him...

"Wait..."

The narrator hisses. "Not today Silvertongue, we break the wall another time."

Silvertongue nodded, knowing his meeting with the narrator was meant for another time. He selected a beautiful red rose encrusted with frost, even though it was scorching hot. He sniffed it elegantly, knowing for sure Amethystglimmer would love it. He made his way back to the den, staring at himself in a perfectly still and clear puddle that Glodhart probably tainted with his atrocious speech issue.

"I'm ready," he mewed to himself confidently. "I can do this, I'm strong."

Suddenly, Shadepaw burst into the warriors den. "YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL, IT'S TRUE!"

Silvertongue hotted up, embarrassed and flattered. "Aw, thank you Shadepaw! I didn't realise how much of a charmer you are."

Shadepaw scoffed. "I was talking to Glodhart, stupid."

Silvertongue groaned and Shadepaw skipped away with his new mate, but not before turning around and adding. "Moonmoon and Amethystglimmer will wake up in approximately 2.69 seconds by the way."

He froze; could he make it in such little time? He bounded to the medicine den at super sonic speed, and before he turned into an obnoxious blue hedgehog, he skidded to a halt. Amethystglimmer yawned elegantly as she woke, and Silvertongue straightened his bow tie. It was time.

"Amethystglimmer, my love," he began.

Amethystglimmer fluttered open her eyes, and to Silvertongue's dismay, they landed on Moonmoon, who had also awoken. The two she-cats swooned, falling head over heels, before crashing into one another.

"I never realised how much I love you Moonmoon!" Amethystglimmer cried in joy.

Moonmoon squealed. "Yes! Let's go and commit mass killings and frolic in garlic!"

The two she-cat twined tails and skipped away, merry. Silvertongue watched them go, distraught; he was too late. Sighing, he slunk to the ground, accepting defeat, but he heard two small yawns. He looked up, and there laid Amethystglimmer's two kits, their eyes hearts. 

"What the StarClan?" he questioned aloud.

The heart eyes were pointed towards him.

"Silvertongue, we love you!" they squeaked in unison.

Silvertongue wailed, dashing off into the sunset as two wayward, uneducated kits chased after him. 

The end... OF THE DAY SYKE

~Written by Hazel, who somehow regrets all of this~