Silent Star's Path (Discontinued)

by Silent Shiver

This is Silent'Stars path. It has been twelve seasons since the Great Battle, and it has since been rose-tinted, many cats believing the Dark Forest is just a myth, if they know about it at all. Bramble'Star has died, as all the other leaders have when a rogue group killed them in a secret meeting between the four leaders. Note: Skyclan is not at the lake. Hope you enjoy!

2. Chapter 2

Silent Shivers Path Chapter 2

Thanks for the review, DappledLeafTheBootiful! Flanking: for example, either side. She strode up her litter mates flanking her on either side. Insane pride: a pride that's insane e.g he wore his long scar with an insane pride. Thanks for letting me know about how the names are spelt, and I saw others write it in numbers and I wasn't aware it was incorrect. Really appreciate my first review! Anyway, on with the story.

Ice petal and White Strike lurked in the shadows behind her, their snow coloured pelts somehow seemed to blend into the shadows. The she-cat and tom stepped forwards at a flick of her white-tipped tail, coming f cars he wore with an insane pride and caught his charcoal coloured eyes, full of indecision to either head off, or stay. He nodded, he would stay to help her train the apprentices without mentors forwards to flank her.

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The two littermates, formerly Riverclan's postures were threatening, their blue/grey eyes full of the promise of violence if the apprentices did anything wrong, would be a sight most clanborn warriors would shy from, but that was expected from two of the highest ranking dark forest warriors. BadgerPuddle was surveying them, taking in their strengths and weaknesses with a focus she knew would be useful in battle. CrowStep's copper eyes narrowed in distaste, a habit he'd picked up from Starclan-knows where, as well as an insufferable swagger. PikeNose just stared at the two warriors on either side of them, his thin brown pelt, Windclan scent all over it barely hiding his shifting muscles as he tensed. However, there was no shining kernel of cleverness, of cunning behind those hazel eyes. He would be no use in training with the finer aspects of combat, the tricks and strategies that would be needed in a battle with most warriors. No, he was one for brute attacks, when all you needed was basic battle skills and a heap ton of muscle. AshenFlank simply stood rock still, not giving one-inch to the blue/grey eyes that roved over her lithe form, the dark grey pelt and midnight coloured dapples that blended in with shadows as easily as breathing, the piercing green eyes that were akin to her own, and a kernel of cunning and cleverness shined beneath those emerald green eyes. A cat to be taken seriously, and trained properly. Especially because that pelt of hers hid a massive amount of muscle that had been earned the hard way. DuskFire was a favourite among the dark forest warriors because of the fact he was a relative of ClawFace, although you couldn't tell that from the light grey pelt, and sea blue eyes flecked with grey that reminded her every time she saw them of a river, but she hated the fact that he expected everything laid at his feet, almost like Firestar. For example, the beautiful dark-grey with black dapples standing next to him. She flicked her tail irritably at the fact he had been trying to get her attention for Starclan-knows how long, and mooned over her like a dove and its chicks. Not to mention the fact that because AshenFlank and DuskFire were both in Shadowclan, he had all-day to follow her around.

She snapped her head out of her thoughts, although just over a heartbeat had passed since she had become lost in her thoughts. "PikeNose, Crowstep I want you two to battle each other, no being wimps like you usually are" she snarled, the pair nodding and moving away from the log pile.

"Badgerpuddle, DuskFire, you two are going to be a pair" she continued on, even as she saw DuskFire's broad shoulders slump in disappointment, and Badgerpuddle's black and white form turn and pad a few fox-lengths from the log pile, DuskFire following reluctantly behind her.

" AshenFlank, you will be fighting with me," she said, then added " Ice Petal, you will supervise PikeNose and Crowstep's practice. White Strike, you will watch Badgerpuddle and DuskFire's battle." she said, pausing for a breath.

" Don't let them chicken out, same goes for all of you." She added, her voice laced with barely concealed warning.

"CrowStream, I want you to pay attention to the apprentice's fights. We will have different rounds, and one lucky cat may receive Icepetal, Whitestrike, yourself of I as their mentor" she decided. " Any questions?" she asked irritably, as though she wished for the talk to end and the fight to start." Pikenose raised a paw, and she caught Crowstream's eye, and he whirled towards the apprentice a few tail lengths away and raked his claws down his face, narrowly avoiding his hazel eyes. "SilentStar said enough, and you are to be blamed for the fact that you didn't listen!" he hissed, sheathing his bloody claws, the blood dripping from Pikenose's face onto the bare forest floor. Pikenose and Crowstep fought, and, unsurprisingly the latter won. Badgerpuddle beat DuskFire easily, not even a claw mark on her when DuskFire yielded. She beat AshenFlank, barely, both of them panting and bloody by the time AshenFlank yielded. They all slinked out of the clearing the moment she allowed them to, paws dragging and tails drooping. She smiled in satisfaction, turning to attend to her own wounds, away from the dark forest warriors and apprentices.