Silverpaw dreamed that night.
She was walking through a dark and dismal forest. The tall, unfamiliar trees loomed around her, and she instinctively crouched down, fearing the fact that she was being watched. The leaves on the trees covered the sky, not allowing any light to pass through. Silverpaw shivered. Perhaps that's why ThunderClan is always fighting for Sunningrocks. They must feel so terrible, being hidden from the sun all day.
Silverpaw padded on. Somehow, she knew she was dreaming. If she kept on walking, maybe she would just naturally wake up.
Suddenly, something rustled the leaves in the bushes. Silverpaw froze. "Who's here?" She whispered cautiously, although she doubted anyone would hear her.
There was no answer, as Silverpaw suspected. Then, the rustling started up again, causing Silverpaw's fur to lift along her spine. "Come on," she muttered. "I know you're there..."
The rustling in the bushes stopped. Okay...
More silence passed. Clearly this cat, or whatever the creature causing the noise, wasn't going to show themselves.
Something lurked in the shadows. Then a black cat stepped out of the bush.
"W-who are you?" Silverpaw gasped. She took a step backwards.
The cat ignored her. She raced towards a shallow stream. The black cat then spun around to look at Silverpaw through her narrowed blue eyes.
Does she want me to follow her? Silverpaw wondered. She took a tentative step forward.
The black she-cat was staring at her expectantly. Silverpaw reluctantly started padding towards her.
"Um, you didn't answer my question earlier." Silverpaw began, feeling that the silence that stretched between the two cats was awkward. "Who are you, exactly?"
The black she-cat let out a snort of indignation. "Youngsters these days. Always asking too many questions."
Silverpaw didn't think this cat was a friendly done. "My mother told me it was good to be curious!"
"As long as you have the taste of living prey on your tongue, you have not truly attained wisdom."
That honestly had to be the most dumb response in the history of dumb responses. Silverpaw felt herself start to bristle. "Well I'm sorry, but I strongly disagree." she sneered. "So you're saying that being dead somehow makes you smarter?"
The black cat paused, saving herself from having to answer. "Hush! Someone's coming!"
True, there was the sound of pawsteps in the forest. Silverpaw flattened her ears. Her companion let out a threatening hiss. Hackles lifting, Silverpaw prepared to launch an attack, only to be stopped by the sudden meow of a cat.
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Silverwing's Omen
Fanfiction(Note: This story is also published on Quotev!) Silverwing thought she was normal. She's surrounded by her friends and family, and just when it seems like nothing could ever go wrong, a rather unusual omen appears. Surely enough, Silverwing slowly s...
