Hey guys! TYSM for checking out this story. Again! Seriously, I've kinda noticed the quality of my story going suuuuppppppeeerrrr low, and let's be honest, I'm better than that! So I'm going to put my all in all on this! (I told my mom I was doing homework, so I'm wasting my time on you guys -.- jk :p)

Every cat had met up at the big rock Deadstar was hunching on. He didn't look so great.

I was guided by Grayfur to the meeting spot, but he didn't stick for long. He muttered a quiet, "good luck" and leapt away. I guess he didn't want to be a part of this.

I blinked my eyes in shame. If Grayfur couldn't stand me… who could? I've known him the longest. I've had so many moments with him I'm considering him as a friend. I wonder what he considers me. An outsider? Stalker? A furball?

"Cats of ShadowClan," Deadstar rasped. He coughed, then took a shuddering gasp of breath, nose dripping. The deputy, some strange black cat, supported him.

"I have come to a decision, on behalf of a resident you come to know as Silverpelt," he continued on. Cats all turned to look at me. I lowered my head.

"We cannot afford such a cat here in ShadowClan territory," he wheezed, giving a long sniff. "My deputy and I have decided for the best, Silverpelt is no longer allowed to be on ShadowClan territory grounds."

Whatever hope I had felt sunk into the pit of my stomach. Time slowed, and everything seemed to be a blur, a smudge of colors. I was kicked out of the only home I have ever known. I shouldn't have been Silverpelt, I scolded myself. I should have been a different cat.

"She has the right to stay until sunset," he growled dismissively, and he flicked his tail in a commanding gesture.

Wait, what?

My legs froze. My breathing became more and more labored. I felt a bead of sweat drip into my eye, and I tried to scream, but my mouth wouldn't even open.

Suddenly I'm no longer in ShadowClan territory, but in an unfamiliar place, with lots more trees. Strange cats flutter past me, chatting away.

Then- I see me.

Me, or at least a smaller version of the silver-pelt she-cat I am swaggered toward a small brown tabby with huge eyes. Another cat, a sleek dark gray one, was right behind my other self.

"That's the one, daddy!" My other self shrieked with obviously fake pain. "He hit me! And I'm his mentor!"

"I didn't!" the little brown cat wailed. "I swear! All I did was bump into her!"

"You are a liar and a furball, Treepaw!" The other me hissed furiously. "Daddy, do something! He might hurt the others!"

I watched in horror as… as my "daddy" banished Treepaw into the forest. For something that never happened. Treepaw cried like a kit as slowly walked to the forest, never again allowed into whatever this place was.

The other me was grinning from ear to ear. And it wasn't a good grin, either. She bounded up to Treepaw, and I heard her whisper, "This is why your parents abandoned you, Treepaw. You are too annoying for your own good." With that she turned away, and I saw her give that same dismissive tail flick I'd seen Deadstar give me.

Then I'm sucked back into reality. I open my eyes, which somehow had closed, and a bunch of furry faces were watching me, surrounding me.

I looked at myself. I was still standing, but my breath was all heavy, and my head was bent, and water -tears- flowed from my eyes. I straightened, glared defiantly as I could to my onlookers. "What?" I demanded.

"It appears Silverpelt was having her, ah, moment," a raspy voice wheezed from a distance. Deadstar.

Maybe he wasn't really in a good mood. But, oh boy, I was hating on him. I was not going to be pushed around like Treepaw. It's one thing to lie low- it's another on when to.

"Moment?" My voiced sounded small, so I cleared my throat and tried again. "I was not having my moment!"

Cats around me snickered and glanced at each other teasingly.

My eyes fell on the high rock, unoccupied by anybody, not even Deadstar. I bunched my muscles and leapt.

I didn't make it to the very top, but made it to another ledge. Using it, I jumped to the very top. I could see everyone's stunned faces and Deadstar's especially- boiling mad, I noted.

"Cats, big and small," I began, sweeping my eyes over everyone. "You know who I am. I am Silverpelt."

I closed my eyes, the lingering memory of my past whispering in my ear, urging me on. What I needed to tell everyone. The truth.

"But I am not the Silverpelt you know anymore," I meowed loudly. "I am a changed Silverpelt. When I was in what Deadstar called my moment? I was having was I call a memory of my past."

Noised burst from every corner. I waited silently until it stopped.

"I remember some of it," I said more slowly. "I remember what kind of cat I use to be. An insensitive, uncaring, stupid furball. Dramatic. Very dramatic too."

Some cats were actually nodding. So it was true! I felt happy and utterly sad inside; I was happy I was remembering. I was sad that's who I was.

"But I've changed. Really changed. If-if you don't help me become a better friend, a better cat, better everything- I will still be that cat you know… and that's not what you want.

"If you exile me, you will live on with guilt, knowing you could have helped a cat change for the greater good, because, let's face it, no one could get through me on being nice. Now, you've been presented by such an opportunity, and you're downright rejecting it. Please, at least consider letting me stay?"

My last words faded into the crowd. I was suddening very much aware of the hard stone underneath my paws, the hot sun bearing down on me. There was also no wind.

"Fine!" growled a voice. It sounded very, very forced. And wheezy. Deadstar.

"Fine!" he repeated, pushing through the sea of cats toward me. "You got me! You can stay for all I care. Just make sure she doesn't cause me anymore problems, or I will exile you for sure, don't doubt it!"

He snarled a goodbye and stomped off, deputy hot on his tracks.

My jaw dropped open. Did- did that really just happen?

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"You've just been through stress, anxiety, you know, that junk," Stormfall explained to me. After my little speech, I got a little light-headed and dragged myself over to see the cranky old medicine cat, Stormfall. She's always the same.

I sighed in relief. "Thank… thank StarClan." the words felt strange against my tongue. I decided against using them ever again.

"Yeah, keep thanking 'em," Stormfall grumped. "Or you would've had your tail bitten off back there."

I snorted. "Whatever, Stormfall."

Out from outside, I heard very faint voice. "Where is she?"

I tensed just a little. It sounded strangely familiar.

"Dunno," came another cat's voice. "Try the medicine cat's den?"

"Sure." the voice came closer. Okay, I definitely have heard this voice before. But it didn't sound like Grayfur's, or Shadefur's, or Blaze the I-already-forgot, or even Flame the Strong. But it still sounded so familiar.

A muddy-colored tom with blazing forest-green eyes comes in, with a lopsided smile of his face.

Oh, please tell me this isn't… it's not…

"Hey, sorry I didn't get to see your little rant of yours, I was away hunting," he meowed.

I give a tight little nod. "I'm Silverpelt, nice to meet you."

His lopsided smile grows bigger. "Last time we met, you were Silverpaw. And I was- what?- Treepaw?" The sun's rays circle the outline of his body. "But you can call me Treefrost."

YESSSSSSSS YESSSSSS OH YES GUYZ WE ARE AT THE SNAZZY PART OF THISSSSSSS

Also, REALLY IMPORTANT! Sort of like a poll! Like QOTC (Question Of The Chapter). The replies I get change the story A LOT.

Treefrost x Silverpelt?

OR

Grayfur x Silverpelt?

Thanks! All for today!

Bai, guys!