A/N: Thank you for everyone who's already favorited/followed this story, and I'm glad you all seem to like it this far. So, keep on reading!

Warning: This story will be like Bluestar's Prophecy only with my OC put in place as Bluestar's Imaginary third sister so things will happen accordingly as they did in Bluestar's Prophecy, though there will be some differences here and there because my OC will change some minor and (a select few) major parts in the book.

Disclaimer: I don't own Warriors only my OCs.

~Chapter Three~

"Let all cats old enough to fetch their own prey gather beneath Highrock!"

Pinestar's call woke Silverkit. When she had returned to the nursery after climbing the ravine she had been tired. Her body ached from it as well. She had nearly been asleep on her paws when she walked into the nursery last night. Though when she heard about what happened to Snowkit, she was wide awake. But eventually her need to sleep came back with a vengeance. Hardly daring to breath, she sniffed her sister. She smelled okay. And she was snoring softly.

Moonflower's tongue rasped Silverkit's ear. "Don't worry," she whispered. "She's fine." Her mother's eyes were glazed, as though she hadn't slept at all. "I've been checking on her." The queen gently nudged the little white bundle. "Snowkit."

Snowkit growled and wrapped her paw tightly over her muzzle. "Don't wake me again! You've been poking me all night!"

Silverkit felt a rush of relief. Snowkit was fine. She nuzzled against Moonflower's cheek and purred.

Poppydawn was stretching her paws and yawning. "How's Snowkit?"

"She's fine," Moonflower mewed.

"She won't do that again." Poppydawn climbed from her nest. "Are you coming to the meeting?"

Snowkit's eyes shot open, and she jumped to her paws. "There's a meeting!"

Silverkit heard Bluekit heave a sigh of relief. Their sister looked so wriggly that the poppy seeds must've worn off, like Goosefeather said. "Can we go?" she mewed.

Moonflower nodded wearily. "If you behave yourselves."

"We will!" Bluekit and Silverkit promised.

Moonflower got slowly to her paws and padded to the den entrance.

"Where's Swiftbreeze?" Snowkit wondered.

Silverkit saw that Swiftbreeze's nest was empty. "Leopardkit and Patchkit are gone, too."

"I expect they're already in the clearing," Moonflower called over her shoulder as she squeezed through the gap in the entrance.

Silverkit scrambled after her mother. The early morning sun filtered softly through the trees encircling the camp. The Clan cats were filling the clearing, murmuring excitedly while Pinestar gazed down at them from Highrock.

Goosefeather sat at the entrance to the fern tunnel while Featherwhisker weaved between Tawnyspots and Sparrowpelt. Fuzzypelt and Robinwing sat in the shadow of Highrock. Silverkit spotted Stormtail chatting with Windflight. She tried to catch her father's eye, but he was deep in conversation with the gray tabby warrior.

The tangle of branches around the fallen tree quivered as Mumblefoot, Weedwhisker, and Larksong filed out.

"Hurry," Moonflower whispered. She nudged Silverkit, Bluekit and Snowkit past Dapplepaw and Whitepaw, who were jostling for best position on the tree stump.

"Here." Moonflower sat down behind Speckletail and Stonepelt. "Now sit still and hold your tongues."

Stonepelt looked over his shoulder at them. "Come to see your first Clan meeting, eh?"

Silverkit nodded enthusiastically at the gray warrior then glanced at her mother. "Are you sure it's okay for us to be here?" she whispered. "We're not old enough to catch our own prey."

Moonflower nodded. "As long as you're quiet." She turned to Stonepelt. "Do you know what the meeting's about?"

Speckletail turned around, answering before Stonepelt could speak. "I think Pinestar has something planned for two of our kits."

Silverkit perked up at that and looked around. Her eyes soon found Leopardkit and Patchkit sitting beneath Highrock. The Clan had drawn back, leaving an empty space around them. Both of their pelts were well groomed and shone in the morning sunlight. Little ways away sat Swiftbreeze and Adderfang, the tabby-and-white queen's eyes shone with pride while her mate's chest was thrust forward, his chin high as Pinestar addressed the Clan.

"Newleaf brings with it new hope and warmth. More important, it brings new kits." The red-brown tom stretched slightly, peering over the Clan toward Snowkit, Bluekit and Silverkit. "I would like to welcome Moonflower and Stormtail's kits into ThunderClan. They are a little young for a Clan meeting..."

Silverkit tensed.

"...but I'm glad they're here to see a ceremony that they will one day experience."

Silverkit's heart quickened with excitement as the Clan glanced back toward her, Bluekit and Snowkit.

"Leopardkit and Patchkit." Pinestar drew their attention once more, and all eyes fixed on the two young cats beneath Highrock. "You have been with us for six moons and have learned what it is to be a ThunderClan cat. Today is the day you will begin to learn what it is to be a ThunderClan warrior."

Mews of approval rippled through the crowd as Pinestar went on. "Leopardkit!" When her name was called, Leopardkit stepped forward, her eyes raised to where Pinestar stood on the edge of Highrock. "From this day forward, you shall be known as Leopardpaw." Pinestar turned his gaze to Robinwing. "You will train her, Robinwing. Mumblefoot was your mentor, and I hope that you will pass on the fine hunting skills he taught you." Robinwing dipped her head and stepped forward to stand beside her new apprentice. "Patchkit," Pinestar went on, "I already see your father's courage shining in your eyes. From now on you'll be called Patchpaw, and I give you Fuzzypelt as your mentor. Listen to him carefully because, though he is young, he is clever enough to teach you how to use your courage wisely."

Pleased murmurs spread through the Clan. "Patchpaw!" Swiftbreeze's proud mew echoed off Highrock. "Leopardpaw!"

Dapplepaw jumped off the tree stump and weaved her way through the crowd, Whitepaw following. "We've already made nests for you," Dapplepaw mewed to the new apprentices.

"Using some of my moss," Whitepaw pointed out.

Silverkit felt a pain. She was losing her denmates. "Won't Swiftbreeze miss them?" she asked Moonflower.

"Yes." Her mother's eyes were glazed, but not with tiredness this time. "Come on," she meowed huskily. She swept her tail around her three kits and began to usher them back toward the nursery.

"Can't we congratulate Patchpaw and Leopardpaw?" Bluekit asked, digging her claws into the soft earth.

Moonflower nudged her forward with her muzzle. "They're busy with their new denmates."

"We'll be their denmates soon," Snowkit mewed excitedly.

Moonflower's ears twitched. "Not for six moons, you won't! And only if you've learned not to eat poppy seeds by then!"

Silverkit couldn't help but let out a purr of amusement escape her at that. "At this rate, I'll be an apprentice before you two."

"Not a chance!" Bluekit and Snowkit vowed.

Silverkit was in a dark forest. It was so dark she couldn't see her whiskers in front of her, no moon shone either. As she looked up, the silver tabby only saw blackness and the outlines of what could only be the trees. Parting her jaws to allow the scents around her to brush the scent glands at the roof of her mouth, a familiar woodsy scent came to her.

Feeling her heart quicken with excitement, Silverkit strained her hearing and caught the sound of rustling near by. Using her hearing and sense of smell, she saw what she had been looking for. The small creature was shuffling through the leaves laying at the foot of a tree, it's head bent down searching for anything appetizing.

Lowering her body, the silver tabby soundlessly crept forward. She made sure to remain upwind so as to not be detected. As soon as Silverkit was a tail-length away, she pounced and it didn't stand a chance. Quick as a snake she leapt forward, tossing up leaves as she went. The mouse tried to run, but Silverkit was faster. Claws unsheathed, she snagged the small creature, but before she could deliver the killing bite something tickled her nose.

Sneezing, she woke up.

In front of her muzzle, a short fluffy tail, straying from Poppydawn's overfilled nest, was twitching against it. She pawed it away grumpily. Snowkit's weight was pressed against her spine, making her feel hot and squashed. Silverkit and her sisters weren't the smallest cats in the nursery anymore. Four moons ago, Poppydawn had had her kits: two she-cats and two toms, called Sweetkit, Rosekit, Firekit and Thistlekit. Silverkit had suggested Firekit's name to honor his flame-colored coat while Bluekit suggested Thistlekit's because he had spiky gray-and-white fur that stuck up all over the place. Luckily it was much softer than a real thistle. Snowkit had named Rosekit after the pinky-orange color of her tail. And Sweetkit, who was white with tortoiseshell patches, was named after Pinestar's mother, Sweetbriar.

Silverkit loved having more denmates. After Leopardpaw and Patchpaw had become apprentices and Swiftbreeze had returned to her warrior duties, the nursery had felt empty. The emptiness had disappeared with the arrival of Poppydawn's kits and it was fun having more kits to play with other than Bluekit and Snowkit. Although, two moons ago, Speckletail had kitted Lionkit and Goldenkit. So now the nursery was very crowded, even with Moonflower sleeping in the warriors' den most nights. Silverkit knew Bluekit hated the crowdedness, but she had no problem with it. But she suspected it had something to do with her being smaller and leaner than her sisters. Her mother explained how Silverkit had been the runt of the litter, or the smallest, though Moonflower told her that it was nothing to worry about since she still had a lot of growing to do.

Getting to her paws, Silverkit stretched and a shiver ran through her long, sleek tail. With leaf-fall had come chilly mornings, and though the nursery was snug, thin streams of cold air trickled through the bramble walls. She glanced at Speckletail's nest, envying Lionkit's thick fur; it ruffled around his neck like a mane. Goldenkit, whose sleek, pale ginger fur made her look much smaller than her brother, stirred beside him and pressed closer to her mother.

Trying not to wake anyone, Silverkit squeezed out of the nursery. Upon leaving it, she caught a scent on the breeze. It was the dawn patrol, and they were not happy. This barely registered in her mind before Sparrowpelt burst through the gorse barrier, his yellow eyes burning in the predawn light. Behind him came Adderfang, Windflight, Thrushpelt, and Sunfall who came a few moments after them.

Others were already coming out of their dens, pelts bristling. Pinestar had just exited his den when the dawn patrol approached him. Sparrowpelt barely reached the ThunderClan leader before he began reporting whatever angered him and the others. Stonepelt and Stormtail padded, as gray as shadows, from beside the nettle patch. Branches trembled around the fallen tree as Weedwhisker pushed his way out from the elders' den with Larksong and Mumblefoot. Robinwing paced in front of the nursery, her ears pricked up straight.

Dappletail - a warrior for only one moon, but already acting like she was deputy - pushed past Patchpaw, who was padding blearily from the apprentices' den.

"Get out of the way! This is important!" she snapped. "Come on, White-eye!"

Whitepaw had been given her warrior name at the same time as Dapplepaw. Silverkit and Bluekit both thought it was cruel of Pinestar to name her after the blind, cloudy eye that marred her pretty face, but White-eye had never seemed bothered by it, and she followed her denmate now with her usual unruffled air, shrugging apologetically as she passed Patchpaw.

"Are your sisters in there?" Moonflower asked Silverkit, glancing toward the nursery from where her daughter just exited.

"Snowkit is," Silverkit mewed, "but I don't know where Bluekit is. She wasn't in the nursery when I woke up."

"What!" Moonflower's eyes widened in alarm. "Where could she be?"

All Silverkit could do was shrug at her mother helplessly. Then she saw a familiar dark gray figure walking into camp from the gorse barrier. It was Bluekit! "There she is!" She jerked her muzzle toward her formerly lost sister.

Moonflower whipped around and heaved a sigh of relief. "Thank StarClan!" The silver-gray queen now padded over to her dark gray daughter. "Bluekit!"

Tail twitching, Swiftbreeze swept in front of Silverkit. "Are you coming?"

Silverkit nodded and followed, blocking out her mother's voice as she scolded Bluekit.

Pinestar's eyes narrowed as he spoke with the warriors from the patrol. "You say there was blood inside our border?"

Sparrowpelt nodded. "Squirrel blood. And it was fresh."

Silverkit sat down beside Swiftbreeze. "Will there be a battle?" she whispered.

Swiftbreeze twitched the tip of her tail. "I hope not."

Snowkit skidded to a halt beside them, her fur fluffed with excitement. "Imagine if there was!"

Adderfang was pacing in front of the ThunderClan leader. "WindClan cats must have killed it this morning and carried it back through Fourtrees to their own territory," he growled.

"Are you sure it was killed by WindClan?" Swiftbreeze called.

"WindClan scent was everywhere!" Thrushpelt reported. The young warrior looked terrified, his fur sticking on end. "We were choking on it."

Windflight tipped his head to one side. "There was no scent on the bushes," he meowed slowly. "It may have just drifted down from the moorland."

"Drifted?" Sparrowpelt scoffed.

"Too much of a coincidence!" Adderfang snapped. "Squirrel blood and Clan-scent together? They crossed our border and killed ThunderClan prey!"

"Could anything else have killed the squirrel?" Pinestar queried. "Was there any sign of a fox?"

"Nothing fresh," Adderfang meowed.

Pinestar blinked. "But there was fox scent?"

Sparrowpelt flexed his claws. "There's fox scent everywhere if you sniff for it!"

Mumblefoot padded stiffly forward. "WindClan has done this before," he reminded them.

Stonepelt nodded. "Leaf-fall always makes them nervous. The rabbits start to go to ground when the forest is still prey-rich. This won't be the first time hunger has driven WindClan past Fourtrees and over our border."

"And it won't be the last," Sparrowpelt added darkly.

Swiftbreeze swished her tail through the air. "They can't be hungry. Leaf-fall's not yet ended."

"Why didn't they steal from RiverClan or ShadowClan?" Silverkit heard Bluekit ask.

Adderfang swung his yellow gaze toward her. "They probably think having Fourtrees between the moor and our territory makes them safe from anything we might do in revenge."

"Or they think we're easy to steal from!" Stormtail, who had been watching through half-closed eyes from the edge of the clearing, stepped forward. "If they're willing to steal prey before leaf-fall has ended, how much will they steal in the darkest days of leaf-bare? We must warn them off now, before they think they have the right to help themselves to our prey whenever they like."

Silverkit blinked at her father, tingling with pride. He was a true warrior, ready to fight to defend his Clan.

Pinestar shook his head slowly, then turned and bounded up onto Highrock. "There will be no fighting yet," he ordered.

Stormtail flattened his ears. "You're going to let them steal from us?" he growled.

"There isn't enough proof that it was WindClan," Pinestar answered.

Adderfang let out a low hiss.

"No one saw a WindClan cat, and no scent markers were left behind," Pinestar pointed out.

"Only because they're cowards!" Sparrowpelt yowled. Murmurs of agreement rippled around the Clan.

Pinestar turned to Goosefeather. "Has StarClan given any warning?"

Goosefeather shook his head. "Nothing," he reported.

"Then cowards or not," Pinestar growled, "I won't risk a battle on so little evidence. But I'll warn all the Clans at the Gathering tomorrow that we are being extra vigilant." He stared down at Sunfall. "Organize extra patrols along the Fourtrees border. If you see a WindClan patrol, warn them off." He narrowed his eyes. "With words, not claws."

Sunfall nodded. "We'll re-scent the markers, too."

Silverkit saw the fur ripple along her father's spine as he padded over to sit with Adderfang. The two warriors bent their heads in quiet conversation while Sparrowpelt circled them, his tail bristling.

"Will they go and fight WindClan anyway?" Silverkit heard Bluekit whisper to Moonflower.

The silver-gray queen shook her head. "No."

Snowkit plucked at the ground beside them. "I would."

That was when Bluekit and Snowkit began bickering over the whole thing. Silverkit flattened her ears, trying to block them out. She hated arguing. It didn't matter who was doing it, she just hated it.

Patchpaw was padding back to the apprentices' den. "It would have been our first battle," he sighed.

Leopardpaw bounded ahead of him, spinning and dropping into an attack crouch. "We would have shredded them."

The Clan began to wander away, but Pinestar, still sitting on Highrock, let out a soft call. All eyes turned back to the ThunderClan leader. "There is something else," he began.

Silverkit gazed up at Highrock, curiosity fluttering in her belly.

"I want to appoint three new apprentices."

Silverkit's eyes widened in realization. Was he going to do it now?

"It must be us!" Bluekit hissed to her and Snowkit.

From the corner of her eye, Silverkit saw that Snowkit's eyes were already sparkling with anticipation.

"I didn't think he'd do it today!" Moonflower was hurrying toward them. She sounded flustered. "Look at you!" Silverkit glanced at Bluekit and saw that her sister's pelt was dusty and mud-stained from her climb up and down the ravine.

"Quick! Wash!"

It was too late.

"Silverkit, Bluekit and Snowkit." Pinestar was beckoning them with his tail.

Swiftbreeze stepped aside. Mumblefoot and Sunfall backed away to make space beneath Highrock.

Silverkit padded forward, Snowkit scampering beside her. They stopped right below where Pinestar was perched on Highrock and Bluekit came a few moments later.

The ThunderClan leader gazed down. "You have been with us for six moons. Today you will start your training. Your father has been loyal to ThunderClan and is a brave warrior. May you both tread in his paw steps."

Silverkit glanced at her father. He'd stopped muttering with Adderfang and was watching intently. She hoped she could make him proud.

"Snowkit." Pinestar's mew rang out in the cold dawn air as the sun began to turn the camp a rosy pink.

Snowkit lifted her muzzle.

"From this day forward you shall be known as Snowpaw."

As Snowpaw puffed out her chest, Pinestar scanned the warriors watching from beneath Highrock. "Sparrowpelt," he meowed.

The dark brown tabby looked sharply up at him, as though surprised.

"You will mentor Snowpaw. Train her to be a fine warrior."

Blinking, Sparrowpelt stepped forward and touched his muzzle to Snowkit's head.

"Bluekit," Pinestar went on, "until you earn your warrior name, you will be Bluepaw. Your mentor will be Stonepelt."

Stonepelt padded over to Silverkit's other sister. "You're still not allowed in the warriors' den," he teased, nudging Bluekit's head with his nose.

"Silverkit," the ThunderClan leader now had his gaze on her, "from this moment on, until you earn your warrior name, you will be known as Silverpaw. I will be your mentor."

Pinestar leaped down from the Highrock and touched his nose to her own.

Silverkit couldn't believe her luck. She was going to sleep in the apprentices' den tonight and was apprenticed to Pinestar, her Clan's leader!

A/N: As I've said before, please leave a review! Also, who do you think Silverkit should end up with? When it gets closer to the part that I will reveal who it is I will put up a vote, so until then keep the suggestions coming. There will be subtle hints in almost every chapter also, so I'll leave it up to you people who read this story to decide which lucky tom you want Silverkit to end up with.