The Sweetest Poison

by T. A. Aberforth

Silverpaw is tired of being coveted like a simple mouse. She seeks to be reconized as more than a beautiful she-cat, more than a playtoy. But if the toms push too hard, they will end up with a sealed fate. ON HIATUS

2. Prolouge

Silverkit pranced around the nursery happily. Her apprentice ceremony was in a quarter moon!

Opalkit looked on scornfully. "Calm down, you mousebrain."

Silverkit stuck out her tongue at the black she-kit. "I am not a mousebrain! Take that back!" she yowled.

Opalkit glanced at her sister and said, "No."

Suddenly Silverkit rounded on Opalkit and hissed in her face. "I said, take it back, Opalkit. Or you'll regret it." Her eyes sparked with demonic rage, and Opalkit shrunk back.

"Okay, okay, I take it back!" Opalkit whimpered fearfully.

"Good!" chirped an again-happy Silverkit. She was the beauty of the litter, with long silvery fur, a black ear, paws, and tail tip. Her eyes were a pale blue the color of the early morning sky with golden flecks. Now that she was approaching her 6th moon, more and more toms began to notice the young she-cat.

Opalkit was quite a looker as well, with her sleek black fur and sparkling amber eyes. Icekit, their other sister, was a sweet, tiny white she-cat. They were bound to be amazing cats, with their father being one of the most skilled hunters in the Clan, and Frostflame, their mother, a great fighter. StarClan had destined something great for each kit.

But StarClan's plans didn't always work out how they were intended.