Silverwing's Omen

Chapter 13

Silverwing paced around the newly rebuilt camp entrance, waiting for her fellow Clanmates to go on their sunhigh patrol. It has been several moons since she and her sisters have been made warriors, and so far, nothing big has happened. No crazy weird dreams, omens, or telepathic troubles. Silverwing had finally managed to get her telepathic barrier around her mind to stay, so now she could get around or have conversations with other cats without having the thoughts of her Clanmates get in her way. Overall, she was pretty happy with how her life was going. Besides the fact that Streamstar had named her after the omen, but that was something Silverwing could live with.

Another thing Silverwing enjoyed was the Gathering shortly after her warrior ceremony. When she had arrived at Fourtrees, she immediately went to find Moonpaw, who was sitting by a nearby bush. Her friend also seemed to be waiting for her.

Well, Moonpaw wasn't going to get what she was expecting. Silverwing had decided that it would be fun to sneak up on the ThunderClan apprentice and surprise her. She stepped as quietly as she could--well, for a RiverClan cat, anyway--and was about to jump out at her friend, Moonpaw had already turned around to look at Silverwing with a mischievous grin.

"Trying to scare me, huh?" She teased.

"Oof, I should've known you would smell my scent before I jumped out at you." Silverwing said playfully.

"Yeah," Moonpaw agreed. "Also, I have good news! Featherstar made me a warrior! My name is Moonshine now."

Silverwing smiled. "That's so cool! That name fits you. And I'm a warrior too! My name is Silverwing."

Moonshine grinned. "Now that we are both warriors, we can have a mini competition to see who can become deputy first."

A few moons ago, Silverwing would not have been that enthusiastic with her and Darkwater and everything, but now that they were out of the way, Silverwing found it quite easy to say, "You bet! I'm totally going to win, though."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Ha, of course I am!" Silverwing meowed. "I'm going to be the best warrior ever!"

Later that evening, the leaders all gathered on the big rock to announce their latest news. Thistlestar, the ShadowClan leader reported nothing new, only that newleaf was arriving and bringing its blessings, as Patchtail has given birth to a litter of two kits. Silverwing had quickly recalled that Patchtail was Shredpelt's mate, which made her fur bristle slightly, since prey had been stolen from two Clans to make Patchtail give birth.

However, Silverwing knew that this wasn't her place to speak, so she remained silent, curling her tail neatly over her white paws.

After Thistlestar had finished reporting his news, Featherstar had stepped forward to announce that all was well in ThunderClan, plus the fact that two apprentices were made warriors. This included Moonshine and Redpaw, whom Silverwing recognized from the badger attack. His new name was Redfur.

Following Featherstar came Violetstar, who stepped forward to report that all was fine and well for WindClan. Finally, Streamstar announced the making of three new warriors: Grassripple, Silverwing, and Mistfeather, obviously. As the rest of the cats yowled the new warriors' names out loud, Silverwing felt that same proud feeling she felt when she had just become an apprentice.

I did it. I made it through apprentice training. Silverwing had thought. Now onto my warrior duties...

Now, as Silverwing was reliving that moment, she realized that the warriors she had needed to go on patrol with were already present. Yarrownose, Leafshine, and Mintpelt were staring at her while she was still pacing, lost in her thoughts.

"Er, right." Silverwing stammered. "The patrol. Yes. Let's go."

The rest of the warriors nodded, and followed her out of camp. Silverwing was still surprised that Whitefeather had chosen her to lead the patrol, when there were tons of experienced warriors in the Clan who would also be more than happy to lead the patrol.

Silverwing led her fellow warriors out to the WindClan border, since that was where Whitefeather had wanted the patrol to go. He said it was because he wanted to make sure there were no more badgers that crossed from WindClan territory into RiverClan territory. Silverwing thought it would've made more sense to do a patrol like that shortly after the badger attack, but she knew from her own experience better than to talk back to the deputy.

She ran slowly along the river until she reached one of the landmarks she remembered to be sure that she headed in the right direction: the bridge. Silverwing paced along the narrow patch of sand that separated the moor from RiverClan territory, looking for any traces of badgers. The other cats did the same. Inevitably, she didn't smell their scent, find a patch of their fur, or find any other sign hinting that the badgers were here on their territory. Silverwing was about to call everyone back to go home when she thought she heard something.

She quickly turned around, perking her ears so she would easily be able to hear the sound again. But she couldn't detect anything. Feeling extremely awkward, she turned back around and led the cats back home, when she heard the sound again. But this time, she could tell it wasn't any old sound. It was a voice, though she couldn't tell who was speaking, and she also couldn't decipher the message it was trying to deliver, but Silverwing somehow knew that whatever it was, the message was important. She sighed, and stared at the ground as she and her fellow Clanmates padded back to camp.

For she knew that troubles were once again coming towards her, and would soon be here. And this time, she didn't know how she would deal with it.