AN: When Silverthorn says, "Ri-i-i-ght," she's stressing the 'I' part.
Sorry this took so long, I got occupied with my SYOT Hunger Games story. There are still spotsopen, so if there are any Hunger Games fans out there reading this, check it out please!
Silverthorn awoke to sunlight filtering through the branches. But one thing was different… there were pine needles on the ground, and the small den she was in was made of brambles and pine tree branches. She sat up, wincing from the scratches on her shoulders. She barely stepped out when a small brown tabby tom stopped her.
"I- uh have received instructions that you aren't allowed out… so please step back inside." He shakily ordered.
Silverthorn grunted. "Ri-i-i-ght," She muttered. Then, she pushed the small cat to the side, and called out, "Where am I?"
A large ginger cat stepped out. "You're in the ShadowClan camp." He replied.
"You're….Rowanstar! I'm so sorry," She apologized.
He smiled. "It's OK, but I believe Starlingpaw told you to stay inside your den."
"Oh, again I'm sorry….but why am I here in the first place?" She asked.
He pulled her aside to explain everything.
TIME SKIP
"So basically you captured me?" She angrily asked.
He apologized, but insisted that she stay.
Reluctantly, she agreed. Having agreed, Rowanstar said she could exit her den, but to stay inside the camp. Silverstar was allowed a lizard from the fresh-kill pile, but she ate it outside her den.
Finally, an old-looking calico cat padded over to her and introduced herself as Tawnypelt. Tawnypelt told Silverthorn that she was originally from ThunderClan and they treated her that way too.
"Really?" Silverthorn asked.
Tawnypelt nodded. "When my father Tigerstar was leader of this clan, I no longer felt like life in ThunderClan was right for me. I left my brother and mother behind to join my father. Eventually, everyone got used to me and accepted me into this clan."
Silverthorn nods. "I understand. Do you think… I mean, if I stay… will they accept me too?"
"I don't see why not," Tawnypelt mutters. "Although, it may take longer than it did me, seeing as your father isn't an evil tyrant leader like Tigerstar was."
"You're nice. Most ShadowClan cats aren't nice." Silverthorn stated.
"I'm not like other ShadowClan cats." With that, Tawnypelt staggers away.
Silverthorn lays her head on her paws. "Tonight," she murmurs. "I'm outta here."
TIME SKIP
Poking her head out of her little den, Silverthorn looks around. There are two guards by the exit… and a small hole left unattended. She sneaks over to the hole, and quietly wiggles out. She races out, taking in the scenery.
"Have I… been here before?" she wonders.
She runs toward some maple trees, only to realize that she was going the wrong way. "Umm…"
Crack!
A branch snaps, and Silverthorn freezes in place. She hears voices near…
"RiverClan prisoners…"
"Ya, right…"
"Two more killed…"
"Marshstar's angry…"
Then she sees figures step out of the undergrowth. There are three cats, two fully grown, one seems like a new warrior.
"There! Look!" the smaller one shouts.
Silverthorn takes off, speeding toward the lakeside. She veers sideways, this way and that, trying to evade her pursuers.
Suddenly, a weight is felt on her back. Silverthorn looks up to see a familiar face. The black she-cat's green eyes stare down at her… and her white paws shine in the moonlight.
"Ha, you got her! Nice job, Moontail."
"Moontail?" Silverthorn asks disbelievingly. "Remember me…? I was Silverkit. We met when you were Moonkit."
Moontail shakes her head.
Silverthorn takes the opportunity to scratch Moontail's muzzle, and then she wiggles out of her grasp.
"Ouch!" Moontail yells as Silverthorn makes her escape.
Silverthorn leaps through the undergrowth, and splashes into the river, feeling the familiar waves around her body and through her fur.
The ThunderClan cats gave up when she'd made it into ShadowClan territory… but now that she's home, they'll be after her too…
Silverthorn shakes off, and takes a deep breath.
I'm home.