Hello people who are hopefully of Earth! If not, greetings. Welcome to our planet and thank you for choosing my fanfic to read during your stay!

Anyways, this is my third challenge for TreeClan! I took a while to write, but in the end I had a lot of fun doing it. Every time I write, I try to focus on one writing skill to work on. This time I chose emotion and voice. Please tell me how I did! That's right folks; please review!

Disclaimer: I am not, and never will be, one of the Erins. I do not have a second secret name where the initials are "EH". Sadly, I do not own Warriors, and probably never will.

Silver perched on the high branch, claws sunk into the soft wood. It was nearly Greenleaf, and the bark was almost completely grown over the green branch. She gazed out over the beautiful forest, silently admiring the hundreds of shades of green. No matter how many times she saw this view, she'd never get tired of it.

Silver caught a flash of brown moving through the trees. Her mother, Willow. Willow's paws thudded heavily on the soft, grassy ground, loud enough that Silver could hear her from her high perch. Her mother was never the most graceful cat in the forest. Though there were so few these days…

"Silver!" Willow called sharply. "What have I told you about sitting on green branches?"

Silver blinked lazily. "Not to?" She cocked her head innocently.

Her mother didn't buy it. "Come down here now."

Silver slowly stood up and stretched, taking her time. She strolled down the length of her branch and picked her way down the tree while Willow waited impatiently at the bottom.

Finally, Silver gracefully lept onto the moss-muffled roots.

"You shouldn't be climbing so high anyways," her mother told her.

Silver's blue eyes met her mother's green ones. "I won't fall."

Willow didn't blink. "We've discussed this before. You might."

"But I probably won't." Silver rolled her eyes and brushed past her mother. She had great balance. Even if her tail was short.

Silver hated her tail. It was half the normal length and the fur on it grew in awkward clumps. Willow told her that it was fine, pretty even, but Silver knew she would have thought differently if she had it. But she and her mother had almost nothing in common. They looked nothing alike. Not only was Silver's grey pelt thinner than her mother's thick brown one, but their faces were shaped differently too. Willow always said that Silver took after her father.

Her mysterious father who her mother refused to talk about…

Silver padded away from her mother, intent on finding a taller tree.

"Wait."

Silver stopped. She turned back to Willow. "I'm not going to do anything stupid. I'll be fine, okay?"

"Silver-"

Silver continued on. "Fine. You win. I won't climb quite as high. There you go. Happy?"

"Silver."

"Is this about my tail? It is, isn't it? You think my balance is off! Well it isn't! It's fine, I-"

"SILVER!"

Silver paused, her jaws still open slightly.

Willow sighed. "Silver, this isn't about tree-climbing. We… we need to talk."

Silver stepped over a few tree roots back to her mother and sat down. "About what?"

Her mother didn't answer.

Silver saw worry in her eyes. "Mom?"

Willow took a deep breath. "Silver, I… I love you very much, but it's time to tell you the truth."

"About my father?" Silver guessed.

Willow nodded. "About your father, and…" she faltered for a moment. "And about your mother. I am not your parent, Silver."

Silver felt numb. The words echoed in her mind. Willow was her mother. She had to be! She had raised Silver, she was the only cat she knew!

Faintly, Silver heard herself ask, "then who are my parents?"

Willow swallowed. "Silver, remember the clan stories I told you? Of cats living in big groups in the great forest?"

Silver nodded. They seemed so long ago. The stories not-her-mother-Willow had told her.

"They're true. The four clans are real."

Silver's mind was whirling. Real clans? Different parents? She'd never even considered the possibility of Willow not being her mother!

Willow sat nervously, obviously waiting. Suddenly, Silver felt a rush of anger. How could Willow lie to her, her entire life? How could Silver have ever trusted her?

But she had to know the truth.

"What does that have to do with anything?" she asked coldly.

"Your parents are cats are warriors of ThunderClan. Their names are Swiftfoot and Petalfall."

Silver only lifted her chin. She silently memorized the names.

Willow went on. "I was exiled from the clan. I was Willowtail! But they sent me away. I wanted revenge! And… I loved kits. So… I-I took one. You."

Silver's eyes narrowed. "You stole me?"

Willow winced. "I'm sorry! I know it was stupid! And you didn't seemed to mind."

"Didn't seemed to mind?" Siler repeated incredulously. "Didn't seem to mind?!"

"I'm sorry!"

The two cats stood in thick silence for a moment. Silver didn't remember standing up, but she didn't care. She didn't care about anything. Except getting away from Willow.

"Which way?" Silver said finally.

Willow blinked. "Which-?"

"Way. To the clans!"

Willow's eyes widened. "You can't leave me!"

"It's either you tell me or I'll find them myself!"

Willow stared at her, her eyes filled with pain. Finally, she pointed a direction through the trees with her tail. "There. Silver-"

Silver silenced her with a glare. "Goodbye." She left in the indicated direction.

She was a clan cat. And she would find her home.

Far above, the cats of StarClan watched the troubled cat and gently guided her. Only they knew that one day the cries of ThunderClan would ring through the forest, stronger than ever.

"Silverstar! Silverstar!"

Thank you for reading! Again, kindly tell me how I did with emotion. Thanks!