*Author's Note*
This is an idea I got a while ago intended to be a one-shot, but I had to make it into a fic with multiple chapters. I really hate having a character with this name and appearance, but I didn't really have a choice considering the plot. Anyways, these chapters will be around 1,000 words give or take a few. I don't know how many chapters there'll be, but I want to have at least ten. Well, read on. :D
Chapter One
A Starry Sky
Brilliant- that's the one word that described it. It stretched from a large pond, where its stars shimmered on the water's reflective surface, to the dense woods that covered ThunderClan's territory. A glowing moon floated gracefully and carefree in it, allowing its pale light to shine down on the swaying grass that covered WindClan's gently rolling hills. Streaks of light sparkled for a brief moment. A heartbeat later, the flashes disappeared into the darkness. Not a single cloud obscured it, leaving the deep blue clear for me, and every other cat, to see. Stars scattered over its surface and took their place around the moon, each representing a fallen warrior.
The night sky was brilliant.
Thoughts of when I last witnessed it so stunning swirled in my mind, each memory drifting back to when he gazed up at it with me, his silver fur brushing mine and a deep purr rumbling in his throat. A pang of sorrow thudded in my heart as I yearned to hear him, to feel him beside me just one more time. I inhaled slowly, knowing that my wishes wouldn't be fulfilled till I joined him among the night sky as shining star. Hope, that's all I could do.
"Silverpaw!"
I leapt to my paws, heart racing and fur bristling. Cool night air swirled around in my lungs as I inhaled slowly, calming myself from the startle. I whipped around a heartbeat later, a sudden rage filling me as I realized my peaceful night had vanished just as swiftly as I spun around. "StarClan, Nightpaw, did you have to scare me like that?" I meowed hastily, shooting the black tom a glare.
A look of shock flickered in his green eyes and he immediately dropped his gaze to his paws. His white-tipped tail swished behind him. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." He explained, sheepishly glancing back up, "I-I noticed you weren't in your nest, and after a pawful of heartbeats I got worried that something happened to you."
I flicked an ear and puffed out a sigh, taking my seat back on the ledge where I perched before Nightpaw arrived. I returned my own green eyes to the stars. "I'm just thinking, nothing to worry about," I huffed.
"Oh..."
Heartbeats of silence passed before Nightpaw padded foreword, settling beside me on the outcrop and wrapping his tail around his paws. I tensed, but acted as if I didn't notice. "You know, you look really beautiful in the moonlight," he commented.
I blinked once before very slowly turning my head towards him and fixing my green gaze on his, that motion causing the apprentice to falter, he returning his eyes to his paws and mumbling, "Oh, you look beautiful in the sunlight too, Silverpaw."
I snorted and butted him on the shoulder. "You're hare-brained."
A deep purr rumbled deep in the dark tom's throat, and my heart skipped a beat as I recalled a similar noise that he used to make, Nightpaw even mimicking the patterns in which he rolled the continuous purr. My breath catching in my throat, I paused and concentrated on the stars. I hoped I appeared calm and collected even though a feeling of irritation washed over me like the previous night's heavy downpour. Ignore him, I thought bitterly to myself, Maybe he'll shut up and go back to camp.
"Silverpaw?"
I flicked an ear and tightened my jaw, allowing the gentle breeze tossing my long fur, cicadas and crickets that allowed their graceful melodies to linger in the cool air, and the brilliant sky sparkling above to consume my full attention. Though, my efforts to conceal my attention were overlooked by the apprentice, he breathing out a barely audible sigh and shuffling his paws in the long grass. "Do you ever wonder if the sky is really just a cat's fur? I mean, not literally, but the stars and the moon all represent something, but what holds them doesn't. It's like... Well, I don't know what it's like, but I always wondered if the sky meant something. Something important-"
"It's the sky. It represents the sky." I interrupted with a low grumble, abandoning my plan to ignore him.
"I know; it's hare-brained," he began to knead at the earth, "But-"
"Would you just be quiet?" I snapped. "For StarClan's sake, if I wanted company I would've just stayed in camp! Just shut up and leave me alone. I don't want to hear your ideas. I don't want to hear your purr. I don't want to hear your compliments, no matter how true they are. And most of all, I don't want to see you!"
There was a small pause as a frustrated sigh escaped my maw, and I snuck a glance at the black tom. My eyes widened a bit as they flickered to Nightpaw. His ears pressed against his head, flattened back, but almost droopy, and his jaw hung slightly ajar. A grief-stricken, green gaze stared back at me, but the look of despair vanished, swiftly replaced with a loathsome glare. Nightpaw's jaw shut with a snap. "I try, Silverpaw, I really do. I'm sorry you lost your father and all, but your Clan mates aren't dead. Stop acting as if we are," he growled before whipping around a stalking off.
I sprang to my paws; jaw opening to meow an apology, but I quickly closed it and stuck my nose in the air. I wasn't sorry. Maybe wrong, but he didn't need to be a piece of rabbit dung towards me. "Fine, if you want to be a fox-heart, then be one. See if I care!" I called into the night, not caring if Nightpaw heard me or not.
The rest of the night seemed to last forever with thoughts of rage pounding in my mind and my claws ripping at the soft earth beneath till I finally grew exhausted and slumped from a sitting position to where my belly pressed completely onto the moist ground. I rested my head on my paws, eyes gradually shutting. The melodies of the crickets and cicadas began to lull me to sleep. Finally, the drowsy thoughts disappeared from my mind, replaced with a stillness of deep slumber.