Warriors: The shadow

by RainBowTheStar

Volepaws mother and father were evil, and known for killing many cats. VolePaw was born after shortly after they died, and his siblings were going to be taking away. VolePaw managed to escape, and found his way to RiverClan. He is hated, but will he take it?

6. Chapter 2 part 2

Silence gripped the meeting as the leader finished saying her words, no cat seeming to like, nor really hate.

A Russian blue warrior broke the silence, "VolePaw! VolePaw! VolePaw!" She chanted. More cats began to join the chant, the former kit shooting a grateful glance at Tinydrop.

The leader waved her tail for silence as more cats joining the small chant, continuing VolePaws ceremony.

"Your mentor will be TumbleStorm. I hope he will mentor you well." FallenStar finally mewed uncertainly. The black tabby looked at the leader, his eyes glimmering with a bit of sadness. VolePaw trotted to his new mentor happily, touching noses with him. TumbleStorm looked unusually unhappy, though kept his steady gaze and smiled at his apprentice. "Clan dismissed." The RiverClan leader announced, having no more to say.

As most cats bounded away to their friends to share tounges or just talk, the new apprentice raced after his mentor. "When's training?" He meowed happily. "Sunhigh." TumbleStorm grunted. "Get some rest, you'll need it." The mentor ordered with a hiss. VolePaw cocked his head to the side, confused why his mentor would be so mean after the meeting. TumbleStorm was usually always smiling. VolePaw then dipped his head in goodbye, trotting away to the apprentice den.

"Hi, BlackPaw!" VolePaw greeted his brother kindly despite his talk with TumbleStorm. BlackPaws ears pricked, shooting a glare at his littermate because he disrupted his conversation. "Hi." He meowed finally. A grey apprentice whispered to BlackPaw, "Is he really your brother?" "Yes, StonePaw, now stop treating him like a traitor." VolePaws sibling curled his lip protectively. "But he—" "He what?" The brown tabby growled. StonePaw shrinked into a the corner of the den, his blue gaze held onto his paws. "N-nothing, VolePaw." The grey apprentice whimpered strangely.

VolePaw sighed, his ears pinned to his head as he plopped down onto his nest.

VolePaw woke up to the growls of his mentor, "Wake up!" TumbleStorm snapped. "Training." VolePaw woke up with a jolt, stumbling out of the den with his mentor. "We're going to do a quick border patrol," The mentor told his apprentice as they padded out of camp. "Alright." VolePaw yawned.

"So..." TumbleStorm explained the borders, though VolePaw was focused on something else. Curiousity gnawed on his fluffy, brown fur.

Was he really a traitor?