"I want you to hunt as much prey as you can." Heatherspring meowed. "It will be a challenge, because it's leafbare, and the river will be mostly frozen. This assessment will not only test your skill, but your intelligence and thinking ability as well. Are you ready?"
"Ready as I'll ever be." Silverpaw replied solemnly. This was it. Her assessment day was finally here. Today she would show her mentor that she was capable of becoming a warrior.
It'll also show Darkwater as well, another thought inside her mind added, that you are going to stick to your own goals and not to some random StarClan cats's goals for you.
Heatherspring nodded. "Alright then. Off you go."
Silverpaw nodded, and then dashed off to a wide riverbank. If there was more water, then the chance of that part freezing up would be less likely. Treading carefully, she peered over the river, careful not to let her shadow touch the water in case there were alive fish. Silverpaw saw a few minnows swimming around here and there, and after a few moments three small fish were sitting on the bank, flopping around helplessly.
This leafbare has been kinder to us, Silverpaw thought. Part of the river is still flowing, so there is more fish to eat. Quickly, she scraped all of her prey together, covering them with a few ferns before pausing to sniff the air. Birds. She couldn't identify which type, but from a distance the bird had to be blending in with the cold weather pretty well. Padding closer, Silverpaw realized the bird was silver. As if I couldn't guess...
For a heartbeat Silverpaw wanted to leave that bird alone, since she felt that she was finished with signs and omens from StarClan, but Silverpaw also knew that RiverClan needed every piece of prey they could get their paws on. Sighing, she padded towards the bird's tree. Bunching her muscles, she jumped upward, claws extended. The bird shrieked, beating its wings wildly, while Silverpaw impaled its neck with her claws. The bird fell limp, and Silverpaw felt a glow of pride run through her. I'll make a great warrior one day!
Dropping the bird on the ground, Silverpaw quickly searched her surroundings. A strange smell bathed her nose. Opening her jaws, she immediately detected the scent. To confirm her suspicions, her mind filled with the voices of several other cats. ShadowClan!
Hiding behind several bushes, she peered farther down the stream into ThunderClan territory. She recognized two cats, one as Shredpelt, the ShadowClan deputy, and the other as Rainfeather, a ShadowClan warrior. Their heads were huddled together, deep in conversation. Perking her ears, Silverpaw leaned forward to hear them. And for once in her entire life--Silverpaw was even surprised she was doing this on purpose---she opened her mind to take in all of their thoughts.
However, their minds were silent. Silverpaw again thought it was rather strange, but put the thought out of her mind as she listened to every word of the ShadowClan warriors's conversations.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Shredpelt was murmuring. "We shouldn't be trespassing, you know. Especially on ThunderClan's territory."
"ThunderClan?" Rainfeather snorted. "Every cat knows they have a soft spot for every cat. Even rogues and kittypets. Also, who's to say we'll be caught? ShadowClan needs prey, Shredpelt. I'm only doing it for the good of our Clan."
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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...
