I'm different from other cats. I don't have this HUGE destiny that could save the clans, but I am apart of a prophecy.I was born in Thunderclan. My mother was Willowheart and my father was Tigerfoot. I had a sister, who died of greencough in the middle of leaf-bare. I wanted to be what many others in my clan wanted to, or are...A great warrior! Maybe even Flowerstar! But, this secret holds me back. Let me explain...
It was a cloudy day in leaf-fall. No sun was around to warm any cat nor was there any rain to freeze your pelt. I was almost four moons old at the time. I was playing with my father, Tigerfoot, near the Shadowclan border. Though I wasn't supposed to be taken out of camp, I didn't mind it one bit! It was fun to see the other clans! Well, we couldn't see Riverclan, but that wasn't the bad part.
"Over there's Shadowclan." Tigerfoot said
"Why does it smell weird over here?" I asked
"Well Flowerkit, each clan has a different scent. We smell weird to Riverclan!" Tigerfoot replied
"How?"
"Starclan knows, but this is their territory. They might be hostile at times so make sure you never cross that border. We don't need a battle." He said
"Why? To weak to defend your clan Tigerfoot?"
I jumped at the sound of the voice. I had heard no cat approach. I looked up and saw a black she-cat leap off a small rock and stand behind the border line. She had sleek black fur and glaring yellow eyes, that were pointed at my father.
"Not at all Darktail. It just isn't nesaccery to have a battle over something that can be avoided." Tigerfoot said
"He's right Darktail."
I saw a ginger furred tom come out behind the black she-cat. This one looked much kinder than Darktail.
"Hello Gingerpelt." Tigerfoot said
"As to you Tigerfoot. Come along Darktail, Rosestar needs us back at camp." He said
Darktail looked annoyed, but followed any way. Tigerfoot's tail brushed my pelt, but I ignored it.
"Mind if I lay here for a while dad?" I asked
Tigerfoot looked hesitant. He shook his head and gripped my scruff.
"I have to go back." I thought
I shook my head. What could I want with Shadowclan? It's not like I was born there! I wanted nothing to do with those flea-bitten mongrels! At least that is what Tigerfoot and Darktail called them. I entered Thunderclan camp and saw the apprentices bustle around camp. I watched as Whitekit ran out of the nursery.
"Whitekit!" I called
The old kit ran over to me. He was so fun to play with and I knew that his apprentice ceremony was soon. He was six moons old, so..
"What Flowerkit?" He asked
"Why don't we like Shadowclan again?" I asked
"Why? Those mangy cats stole one of our litters and attacked us twice for stepping barely over the border! Or, at least that's what I've heard." Whitekit said
"Let all cats who are old enough to catch their own prey, gather under the Highrock for a meeting!" Cloudstar said
"Come along." Willowheart said
I followed my mother and entered the nursery. But, I saw Whitekit follow Snowfoot and Coalstorm.
"Is this his ceemony?" I asked
"Yes. He's two moons older than you remember." Willowheart said
"Right." I replied
"Today, we give Whitekit his apprentice name. He has reached the age of six moons and is ready. Whitekit, do you pledge yourself to the warrior code and to follow the way of a warrior?" Cloudstar asked
"I do."
"Then until you gain your warrior name, you shall be known as Whitepaw. Your mentor shall be Jayclaw. Learn well from her." Cloudstar said
"Whitepaw! Whitepaw!" The clan said
"He got the deputy!" I shouted
"Yes, and he is very lucky to be her apprentice. Jayclaw hasn't had one since your father was an apprentice." Willowheart said
I laid down and sighed. I looked outside and felt a cold breeze ruffle my fur. Leaf-bare was coming and it would be freezing! I watched as my camp emptied and it was lonely without Snowfoot in here with Whitepaw, for all I had was Willowheart and my sister. I looked around and saw that Willowheart and Gingerkit were asleep.
"I can see Shadowclan!" I thought
I quietly got up and slipped out of the nursery. I walked out of camp and sniffed the air. No scent of the clan was around.
"Where did we go?" I thought
I looked around and noticed the rock that I had tripped on earlier and ran that way. The clan's scent hit me as I noticed the border. I dimly saw a few pine trees and yearned to go into the territory and finally ran in. I felt a sudden shudder run through my pelt as I fell down. I felt my shoulders shift outward and I turned and saw my pelt turn into a new color. My pelt was graying and turning a sort of silver color! I suppressed a yowl as I got up. I ran around the area and saw a small pool of water.
"Oh Starclan what happened?" I asked myself
I saw that my face had grown narrower and my shoulders were bulkier. I had a shorter tail and smaller paws. My fur was silver instead of brown and my eyes were a faded yellow instead of a green! I ran back the way I came and entered Thunderclan territory. I felt another shudder pass through as I felt my face widen and my paws grow. My shoulder's shrunk as well. I turned and saw my normal brown fur and relaxed a bit. I ran back to camp and saw no difference.
"They don't know that I left!" I thought
I ran back into the nursery and quietly laid next to Willowheart. My heart was racing from not fear, but, exhilaration.
"I gotta go back there!" I thought
I laid next to my sister and closed my eyes, knowing I had to go back.
My life was different from that day. I was known as a vanishing helper in Shadowclan, but was a warrior there as well. I was Silverpaw there and grew up in both clans, learning Thunderclan techniques and Shadowclan. Somehow it has worked...Until now.