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Chapter Six

It was very dark. Snowpaw opened her eyes. She was lying in a deserted clearing. She could hear the lapping of water somewhere nearby. Gazing around, and breathing in the unfamiliar scents, she saw that she wasn't in a clearing at all. She was on the gathering island.

"Hello?" She called, but there was no reply. Am I dreaming? She thought, standing up. Snowpaw caught the scent of a cat. She turned her head.

A blue-gray she-cat was padding toward her. She had stars in her fur, and her eyes shone with a strange light.

"Welcome, Snowpaw. I am Bluestar." The she-cat sank onto her haunches, and gazed at Snowpaw, who understood that this was a dream. She was speaking to a StarClan cat.

"W-why am I here?" She asked, shivering slightly.

"There is great danger coming. Beware the calm before the storm." Bluestar began to fade, leaving nothing but her scent behind.

"Wait! Tell me what you mean!" She cried, but shadowy cats were emerging all around her, snarling and unsheathing their claws.

"Waait!" Snowpaw felt a great pain in her stomach, and she heard a harsh voice speaking to her.

"Wake up, kittypet! My father's going to slit your throat in a minute! Oh, never mind, I'll do it myself!" Snowpaw opened her eyes. Rainpaw was crouching over her, his eyes slits of fury.

"Get away from me!" Shrieked Snowpaw, flinging herself away from the silvery-blue tabby. Rainpaw smirked.

"Come on, kittypet. Father's waiting to take you and my good for nothing brothers on patrol. Hurry up!" Rainpaw meowed, padding out of the apprentice's den.

"Snowpaw? Come on, let's go." Stormpaw stuck his head inside the den, looking embarrassed and angry. Snowpaw scrambled to her paws, and followed the dark blue tabby tom out into the pale morning light.

Pinepelt, Rainpaw and Drizzlepaw were waiting for them by the entrance.

"Ah, the great kittypet warrior emerges at last! I can't say I envy your taste in friends, Stormpaw." Pinepelt jeered, gazing at Snowpaw with undisguised contempt in his face.

Stormpaw was quivering with rage, and he could hardly move without stumbling.

Drizzlepaw was looking at another cat across the clearing. Snowpaw followed his gaze, and to her shock, he was staring at Moonpaw!

"Lets head out!" Pinepelt growled, flicking his tail and the four apprentices followed him, Drizzlepaw glancing over his shoulder regularly.

Along the path to the WindClan border, Pinepelt stopped. "Let's see how you hunt, kittypet. Catch that thrush, go on."

Snowpaw dropped into a crouch, and began to creep toward the bird, when Rainpaw brushed deliberately against a clump of bracken. The resounding crunch made the thrush burst into the sky in alarm. Snowpaw leapt after it, but it was a mouse-length out of reach.

"What did you do that for?" She snarled at Rainpaw, who smirked.

"Did what? It was your own clumsiness that made you miss. I wouldn't expect anything else from a fat, lazy kittyp-"

"Rainpaw, call her a kittypet once more, and I will show you just how much fur I can rip out of you!" Stormpaw hissed, his amber eyes flashing. Snowpaw had never seen him so angry. Every hair on his body was sticking straight up, so he looked three times his size.

Rainpaw shrugged. "Why shouldn't I? She is exactly that. A kittypet. I should call a cat by what he is."

"In that case, you're a heap of fox dung!" Shrieked Stormpaw, his eyes bulging, and he leapt at his brother.

Rainpaw screamed in fear as his brother's teeth sunk into his neck, and he flailed his paws wildly, trying to dislodge Stormpaw.

"Enough!" Pinepelt snarled, grabbing Stormpaw by his scruff and flinging him into a tree. Drizzlepaw arched his back, hissing.

Pinepelt looked down at the dark blue tabby, hatred and disgust etched in every hair on his face. "You are a disgrace! Attacking your own brother, and siding for kittypets! I am ashamed to be your father! Back to camp, and you!" He whirled around to face Snowpaw. "You might as well go with him. And you will spend the rest of the day caring for the elders, both of you!"

Stormpaw was already racing back to camp, his eyes full of vicious anger. When they reached camp, Snowpaw tried to press comfortingly up against his side, but he twisted away from her.

"Stormpaw…"

"Don't talk to me!" he snarled, and stalked off to the apprentice's den. Flamestar, roused by their arrival, padded over to Snowpaw, who was on the verge of tears.

"What happened?" the ginger tom gazed down at the trembling apprentice.

"Leave me alone!" Snowpaw had not meant to screech at the clan leader, but she was already streaking out of camp again, heading for the ShadowClan border, and it's stream.

"Who are you?" An unfamiliar voice made Snowpaw look up. A black ShadowClan apprentice with a white spot n her chest was gazing at her from the other side of the border.

"Why does it matter?" Snowpaw snarled, sinking on to her haunches on the sandy riverbank.

"Sorry, I was just curious." The ShadowClan she-cat sat down as well, still gazing at Snowpaw. "You're Snowpaw, aren't you? I heard about you at the last Gathering. Is it true, that you were once a kittypet?"

"Shouldn't my collar be enough proof of that?" Spat Snowpaw, her eyes flashing.

"Oh! I'm sorry, I couldn't see it. I'm Nightpaw."

"Hi." Snowpaw shoved a rock into the swirling water.

"You seem a little on edge." Nightpaw mewed, licking her chest fur. "Is something wrong?"

"Yes!" Snowpaw screeched. "My whole life is wrong! I'm a worthless piece of mouse dung and I'm of no use to anybody!"

"That's not true." Nightpaw looked up. "From what I heard, you beat Boulderbash without even getting a scratch! Your mentor said you were the finest hunter in ThunderClan!"

"Yeah, whatever. I'm still a worthless kittypet." Snarled Snowpaw.

"Then take off your collar." Nightpaw mewed.

"What?" Snowpaw looked at the blue strap around her neck. She had told Flamestar she was going to keep it on, because it reminded her of the past, but now it seemed like a burden. Something that weighed her down.

"Your collar. I'll help you get it off. Come over here." Nightpaw stood up.

"Fine." Snowpaw meowed, bounding across the river to where the black she-cat stood. Bending her head over, she fastened her teeth in the blue material and tugged.

Nightpaw grabbed the other side and gave it a wrench. After a few heartbeats, the collar snapped, breaking in two.

The ShadowClan apprentice rolled over backwards, laughing.

"Thanks!" Mewed Snowpaw. She felt so- so free! With nothing to bind her anymore to her kittypet past, Snowpaw took the broken fragments and hurled them into the river. The collar vanished into the water, and a familiar voice rang out.

"Come, Snowpaw. We must be getting back to camp." Flamestar emerged from the undergrowth, smiling.

"Coming, Flamestar! Bye, Nightpaw. I hope I see you again soon." Snowpaw mewed to the black apprentice. She purred and meowed a farewell, before vanishing into the bushes.

Snowpaw leapt back over the stream, narrowly missing a sharp rock that was jutting out of the sandy bank.

"Your friends are waiting for you to come on a hunting patrol." Flamestar meowed as they raced back to camp.

"It's not wrong, is it?" Snowpaw mewed, looking up at the ginger tom. "Me being friends with Nightpaw?"

"Of course not." Flamestar meowed. "I myself have a very good friend in RiverClan. We often walk along the lakeshore, chatting about old battles and such."

"Oh. Thank you." Snowpaw found Rubyheart, Darkpaw, and Stormpaw waiting for her at the camp entrance.

"Come on! All the prey will have died of old age by the time we start!" Stormpaw meowed, laughing as he did so.

"Alright!" Snowpaw mewed, and she felt glad. Glad that she was home, in the company of friends.

And Now for a special Mother's Day Treat!

Wind rustled through the branches on the Island, masking the sound of cats arriving.

"Are we all here?" Snowpaw mewed, looking around at her fellows.

"Yes." Rainpaw sighed. "Get on with it, kittypet."

"Don't mind him, go on Snowpaw." Stormpaw laid his tail reassuringly on the white she-cat's shoulder, and Snowpaw began speaking.

"My friends, and my worst enemies, have gathered here this night to honor a very special occasion. It is known to the twolegs as 'Mother's Day', and it is a day to show just how much you appreciate your mother, and to make this day her day."

Snowpaw looked out over the masses of cats watching her and meowed. "Show your mother how much you care for her by doing something extra special, just for her. Give her a present. Give her a part of the immense love you feel for her, and tell her just how much she means to you."

"With that being said, good night, and Happy Mothers day!"