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"Silverpaw! Silverpaw! Silverpaw!"
Chants of her name sounded through the camp. She stood on the Highrock, beaming with pride. Thunderclan's newest apprentice! The feeling was euphoric, nothing felt better than listening to all these cats congratulating her!
Though, all good things must come to an end. Rowanstar called the meeting to an end, which forced Silverpaw off of the rock. She immediately ran up to her parents.
"Look at me! I'm an apprentice now! Can you believe it? I'm gonna get to go outside and catch prey and have fun and do all of the fun stuff!" She was practically bouncing off the camp walls.
"Alright, alright Silverpaw. You know that it'll take a while for you to learn how to do all of that, right? Being an apprentice is not easy, and shouldn't be taken lightly." Her father, Oakpatch scolded. "I say this lightly. I am very proud of you."
She nodded, though was slightly disappointed.
"Now, go get some rest. I'm sure Stonefoot would want to start your training before sunrise. He's definitely a morning person, that's for sure. Goodnight Silverpaw!"
"Goodnight Silverpaw." Her mother Cloudjump echoed, watching as Silverpaw left, walking towards the apprentices' den. She was greeted by a few of the other apprentices, but other than that it was silent.
Silverpaw spent that night tossing and turning. It was the first time she'd slept away from her mother, since, well, forever, and it was not something she was accustomed to. She was used to sharing body heat with her siblings and in tight confinements. It was her comfort, but she had to get used to being alone. Apprentices don't sleep in the nursery.
You can do this. All of the other apprentices do it every day, and they've probably never had a problem with it! she reminded herself, trying to soothe herself to sleep.
After what felt like hours, she gave up trying. Standing up from her nest, she snuck out of the den as quietly as she could. The cool breeze rustled her pelt, sending a chill down her spine. It was calming, helping to ease her frayed nerves and the anticipation for tomorrow. Remembering she technically was allowed to leave camp now, she decided to go out.
Going outside felt liberating. There were no walls to surround you, nothing but the thick layers of trees around you and the crunch of the leaves below. It was serene. Silverpaw wandered, checking out everything she could, trying to get a firm picture of what she'd go over tomorrow. Never hurts to be prepared, she thought. After she finished walking around for a while, she found a river. It was beautiful, other than the leaves from the trees floating amongst it, being carried by the strong current. Deciding she was thirsty, Silverpaw bent down to take a drink. The water was cold, quite blissful to drink but possibly unpleasant to be in.
Suddenly, something rustled behind her.
tw death
Startled, she slipped in the leaves and fell into the water.
Splash.
The water was ice-cold and shocking. The current ripped her one way as she tried to swim the opposite, trying to make it back to shore. The water kept pulling her under, exhausting her already-drowsy body. She refused to give up, but eventually it was too much. The water pulled her down once more.
She didn't come back up this time.
