Hi guys, this is my first story on this sight and I like making stories in general, so I hope you all like it.

The cold stare from his leader didn't scare the young brown tom. The angry yowls of the clan he was born into didn't scare him. Not one bit. He turned his head to a silver she-cat, who painfully turned her head away.

Can't look at me now, huh Silverpaw? he thought, feeling a flush of anger before slowly turning his head back to his leader.

"Did you do it Deerpaw?" the leader asked. His eyes narrowed as the young tom unsheathed his claws.

"Of course I did Wolfstar, who else could it had been?" Deerpaw replied, keeping his claws unsheathed. Wolfstar was taken aback from the young tom's answer. His icy blue eyes searched Deerpaw's face for signs of regret for what he had done, maybe something in the young tom's eyes that would tell the leader that he was truly sorry and didn't mean to do it. But the only thing Wolfstar saw in his eyes was pride.

"Well then," he said when he found his voice again. "You are exiled from MistleClan. If we see you around in our territory again, we will treat you as an enemy. Do you have anything to say before you leave?"

"I have no regrets about this," Deerpaw replied, calmly licking his paw. "Don't pretend you don't know why did it." His eyes turned to Silverpaw, who once again turned her head away.

"You don't belong here Deerpaw," she said frostily, although Deerpaw just stood before her.

"You know, I'll miss you when I'm in exile," he said, realising that he was leaving the only cat who truly cared for him behind. Silverpaw's head slowly turned to meet his gaze.

"I... I'll miss you too," she hesitated, then looked to the ground quickly. Slowly, Deerpaw turned his back on her, letting out a quiet sigh. Silverpaw looked back up as he began to pad away, then got up to her paws.

"Wait!" she cried, making Deerpaw stop in his tracks. She rushed to his side, brushing her cheek against his. "Let's go." Deerpaw nodded, then took one last look back at Wolfstar, who glared at him. He looked back, then started walking again, this time with Silverpaw by his side. The two cats continued to walk side by side, even when they were far from the camp.

"So where are we going?" Silverpaw asked, continuing to walk.

"We'll find another clan," Deerpaw replied confidently. "I want my warrior name."

"Deerpaw?" Silverpaw asked, this time stopping to ask.

"Yeah?" Deerpaw said, flicking his ear. "What is it?"

"I know why you did it, but I never knew you would," she said quietly, even though they were almost out of the territory. Deerpaw also stopped, turning to look at her.

"I was planning on it since early apprenticeship. I just needed the right time."

"But what made you think it was the right time?"

Deerpaw didn't answer. However, Silverpaw didn't expect one. She knew that he always wanted to get rid of the cats he reviled since kithood. She knew that he wanted to make the cats who abused and berated him to suffer like he did.

She knew that he wanted the only cats who ever scared him to die.