Author's Note:
Hello fans and welcome to Silverpaw's second chapter!
For some information that you might not have known:
When Dewfall was reborn, his mind fused with Silverkit's, creating the inner voice that encouraged him to act like a kit in the first chapter.
Thanks for the OC guest! I'll use her. It would be appreciated if anyone reading could submit some OC's
Anyways, to the next chapter!
Chapter Two: StarClan, and Silverpaw
Brightheart frowned. Where was she? A moment ago she'd been hunting with Cloudtail in StarClan's forests, and now she was in a misty clearing full of rocks and moss. Was she being given a job by StarClan again? Though last time, when they'd allowed her to reincarnate Amberheart, the area had been much different. What was happening?
"Brightheart, you've come," a voice mewed behind Brightheart, sending chills down her spine. Turning, Brightheart saw something that chilled her even more. Standing there was the most ugly cat she'd ever seen, with barely any fur on its body, and large, bulging eyes.
Somehow, Brightheart knew who it was. "Rock?" She mewed, half-whispering. In the back of her mind, voices seemed to murmur, reminding her of the many legends including Rock, such as the tale of the Ancient Cats.
"Yes, Brightheart," He rasped, "I have a job for you. I need you to speak to StarClan's most respected leaders."
"Why?" Brightheart mewed. As she was staring into Rock's eyes, something flashed in them, and she found herself in a world of death.
Back in real life..
Silverkit yawned as she stretched her eyes open. She still felt drowsy. How long was the poppy seed going to affect her? Blinking the debris from her eyes, she looked around the nursery. It seemed deserted, other than the sleeping body of Spottedpelt, the only other queen.
Silverkit got up and began grooming her fur. She must've had some vivid kit-dreams, because she had bits of moss stuck to different areas of her pelt. When she was done grooming, she heard a rustling from Spottedpelt's nest. Looking over, she saw the queen grimacing in pain. "Are you okay?" Silverkit squeaked, still internally cursing at her voice. Something in the back of her mind was saying something was wrong. A Dewfall part of her mind. She felt like she'd seen this type of pain before, but when she had had slipped her mind.
The queen took a deep breath and mewed quickly, "Silverkit, would you mind going and telling your mother that I'm having...extreme belly pains."
Silverkit tilted her head, slightly confused. She still felt like she'd seen these symptoms before, but what was happening was slipping out of her mind. Shrugging, she scurried out of the den and into the clearing.
She quickly saw Honeycloud choosing something from the fresh-kill pile. "Mother! Mother!" Silverkit yelled, running over to her.
Honeycloud turned to Silverkit, and she smiled, mewing, "What is it my beautiful kit?"
Ignoring Honeycloud calling her beautiful, Silverkit mewed, "Spottedpelt said she was having extreme belly pains!"
After a moment of thought, a look of realization came over Honeycloud's face. "Thrushflight!" She called, "The kits are coming!" A moment later, the tom that'd given Silverkit the poppy ran out of his den and into the nursery, his mouth clamped around herbs.
'How do kits come?' The Silverkit part of her said, while the bits of Dewfall screamed deja vu. Was she doomed to lose all of her former memories and knowledge? She knew she'd lost a memory that had something to do with having kits. Had she had a mate as Dewfall? Yes! A rush of nostalgia filled her as she remembered...her. Had her mind even taken the name of her former mate away?
As Silverkit began thinking hard, screams began to emanate from the nursery. "Stay here," Honeycloud instructed, slipping into the nursery after the medicine cat.
A small crowd was beginning to form in the clearing. The cats in the groups were glancing over at the nursery, but staying at a respectable distance. Silverkit also spotted her brothers playing a game in a corner of the camp. She felt tempted to go to her mother, but the Dewfall parts of her said to stay back and not crowd Spottedpelt.
Another scream made her come a bit closer to the nursery. Peeking inside, Silverkit, saw her mother and a leg that seemed like it belonged to Thrushflight. She was about to peek even farther in a tail blocked her path. Turning, she saw a large cat, and her mind told her that was her father Grasstail. "I wouldn't go in if I were you," he mewed, "Thrushflight might get mad at you. I'm sure Honeycloud will let you in once Spottedpelt is done kitting. Now come on, you should back away." Nodding, Silverkit followed her father away from the nursery.
Later...
Silverkit stared in wonder at the newborn kits as they nuzzled against Spottedpelt's stomach. Had she looked like when she was born?
"Why do they look so funny?" Silverkit mewed to Honeycloud, whose expression immediately filled up with amusement.
"You looked just like this not long ago, Silverkit," Honeycloud replied, looking down at her with steady affection in her eyes, "Soon they'll be begging you to show them the camp."
There were two she-cat's and a tom. The she-cat's name were Leafkit and Sunkit, while the tom's name was Lightningkit. All three kits had a golden pelt like their mother, and seemed healthy.
Looking at them, Silverkit found herself wondering if she would ever be in Spottedpelt's place. Suddenly, she froze as the Dewfall parts of her yelled, 'I will never have kits! I shouldn't even be a she-cat!'
"Are you okay?" Honeycloud mewed, stroking her tail across Silverkit's flank.
Silverkit nodded, "I'm fine." Looking out into the clearing, she mewed, "I'm going with Blizzardkit and the others!" Without waiting for Honeycloud, she sprinted out into the clearing.
Four moons later...
"Silverkit, you have reached the age of six moons, and it is time for you to be apprenticed. From this day on, until you receive your warrior name, you shall be known as Silverpaw. Your mentor will be..." The newly named Silverpaw awaited eagerly for the choice of her mentor. Maybe Branchstar would give her Ashfeather, or Redtail. Both were great warriors who'd never had an apprentice before.
"...Cherryblossom!" Branchstar finished. Silverpaw couldn't help but let her pelt flatten slightly in disappointment. Cherryblossom was neither a great hunter nor a great fighter. The only 'good' quality she had was looks. She had at least three toms wrapped around a claw, but when asked why she led toms on, she innocently replied that she certainly wasn't good-looking enough to catch a tom's eye.
"Cherryblossom, you are ready to take on an apprentice. You've received excellent training from Nettlefur, and you have shown yourself to be energetic and intelligent. You shall be the mentor of Silverpaw, and I hope you will pass on all you know to her." As Branchstar finished, Silverpaw reluctantly approached Cherryblossom and touched noses. Surprisingly, Cherryblossom had a grim expression, a frown hidden behind a fake smile. What was wrong?
As the crowd cheered her and her brother's names, Silverpaw thought of her former life. Was her family missing her? Was...whatever her mate's name missing her?
Later...
Silverpaw looked around the forest in fascination as they walked forward. It seemed like it never ended.
Suddenly, Cherryblossom turned towards her. Admittedly, she was beautiful. She had a perfectly groomed tortoiseshell pelt with dazzling green eyes, a fluffy tail that lazily moved, as if the tail had just woken up, and what toms called a, 'StarClan-blessed personality,' as she was very kind and outgoing. If Silverpaw was a tom, she'd be one of those wrapped around Cherryblossom's claw.
What was weird to the Dewfall part of Silverpaw, was that she felt no attraction, only a sense of appreciation, and embarrassingly, a little twinge of envy. In the deepest recesses of Silverpaw's consciousness, she wanted to be just like Cherryblossom, but the Dewfall parts of her blocked that from reaching her thoughts.
"Can we get something straight?" Cherryblossom mewed, which reminded Silverpaw of another thing. Toms loved Cherryblossom's voice. It was soft and melodic, and you could quickly tell she was a nice cat.
"What is it?" Silverpaw replied, still looking around the forest. Would she ever get tired of seeing it?
"Look at me," Cherryblossom mewed sternly. When Silverpaw did, she continued, "I don't know what rumors you've been told about me, but I can say for sure that not many of them are true. I'm not looking for a mate right now and I tell that to toms, but they still bother me. I don't manipulate cats so that I don't have to hunt. I am a warrior. I do have one policy about looks though when it comes to apprentices. Be clean."
Silverpaw looked sheepishly down at her, which was ruffled and dusty from her final few games with her brothers and Spottedpelt's kits before her ceremony. Honeycloud hadn't had a chance to groom her. "Sorry," she mewed, grinning.
Cherryblossom shook her head, "Don't smile at me. A dirty warrior won't be respected as much as a clean one, so clean yourself now, or we won't explore the territory today."
Nodding, Silverpaw began grooming herself. Maybe Cherryblossom wouldn't be so bad after all, but what was that grim look on her face? She seemed fine now, but what was it?
A/N:
There you go! Chapter over. The guest's OC will appear next chapter.
Why so grim Cherryblossom? And why is Rock speaking with Brightheart? Looks like we need to find out!
Silverpaw's mind is like 50-50 Dewfall and Silverpaw, so there are some conflicts in her mind.
Thanks for reading!
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