A full moon shone over Highstones. It's light seeped through the leaves on the evergreen trees that stood tall over the forest floor. A chilly breeze blew over the horizon, and Silverpaw shivered from the cold air, trying not to get her teeth chattering. Tonight would be her first Gathering, and she didn't want to catch a cough that would prevent her from going. The cats all around her were chatting, making Silverpaw feel at home, despite the leafbare chill. Her two sisters, Mistpaw and Grasspaw were bouncing around her excitedly, and Silverpaw couldn't help but feel the same way. In the past few days, Silverpaw had learned to swim properly, catch more difficult prey, and to fight like a real warrior. She couldn't wait to show off these new skills to some of the other apprentices from the three other Clans.
The two other RiverClan apprentices, Wolfpaw and Whiskerpaw just shook their head while Silverpaw and her littermates felt pleased about their first Gathering. Silverpaw rolled her eyes back at them. It wasn't her fault that she, Mistpaw and Grasspaw were younger than them!
Silverpaw waited while Thistlestar led his ShadowClan warriors to Fourtrees. Streamstar followed, signaling his cats with a flick of his tail. The RiverClan cats followed ShadowClan down to the Gathering place. Silverpaw felt her paws tingle with excitement as the full moon rose above her. It feels so good to be close to our warrior ancestors! She thought proudly.
Soon after, ThunderClan and WindClan arrived. As Featherstar and Violetstar took their places on the Great Rock, Silverpaw quickly pictured herself being the leader of RiverClan, leading her own cats to the Gathering place. My name would be Silverstar, she thought. That's a fantastic name!
Silverpaw was so wrapped up in her thoughts she didn't notice an apprentice walking towards her. She whipped her head around to see a silver-gray cat staring at her, her round yellow eyes bright in the moonlight. Silverpaw guessed she was a ThunderClan cat by the scent.
"I...I'm sorry." Silverpaw stammered. "Did you say something?"
The apprentice shrugged. "Yeah. I said hi, but you were lost in your thoughts."
"No, it's okay. Sorry, for not paying attention to you. I'm Silverpaw by the way. What's your name?"
The silver-gray apprentice, however, ignored. sniffed Silverpaw. "You smell fishy. You must be from RiverClan."
Silverpaw fought hard to keep her claws sheathed. Were all ThunderClan cats this rude? "Yes, I'm a RiverClan apprentice," she began slowly. "My name is Silverpaw. What's yours?"
"Oh. I'm Moonpaw. I come from ThunderClan." Moonpaw meowed.
"Cool. I have two sisters, they're right over there." She gestured with a flick of her tail. "They're called Mistpaw and Grasspaw. The light gray one is Mistpaw, and the silver gray one is Grasspaw."
"Grasspaw looks a bit like me." Moonpaw commented. "Speaking of siblings, I used to have a littermate. His name was Cypresskit, but he died."
Silverpaw tried to imagine what life would be without her sisters. She shook her head. "I'm sorry to hear that." She sympathized.
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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...
