Silverpaw opened her eyes from hearing the soft rustles of something. She immediately opened her eyes to see Willowpaw getting from the leaves she slept in, to go to the hole where the sunlight streamed in, brightening the den and mood. Silverpaw noticed her wounds were not stinging, and she could move without feeling pain. She sat up and stretched happily to feel the calm wave that had come over her. She initially thought the mood would be stress, fear, and anger mingled together, but no, the feeling was welcoming and it seemed like no tragic event had happened the day before.
Willowpaw was beginning to exit the den when Silverpaw approached from behind her, "Bright and sunny eh?" Willowpaw jumped slightly, spinning around to stare at Silverpaw annoyingly. "I wasn't scared." She puffed, blowing out her chest to look like a bigger cat. Silverpaw chuckled lightly, tempted to throw a paw at her sister, but something told her that her sister was still thinking of the battle. So instead Silverpaw said a few words, "You're just one scared kitty." She meowed as she passed from the den, passing pine trees and two leg paths.
She eventually passed a scent and let it saturate her mouth. She breathed lightly finding the scent was rabbit which seemed to be Willowpaws favourite food. Silverpaw ducked under some bushes and proceed to the mouth watering scent. There it was, a brown rabbit sniffing along wild carrots and radishes. Silverpaw slowed her pace, making one careful step after the next. Eventually she came at least a tail length away when she pounced. She landed on the rabbit biting it so hard, it died instantly. She picked it up in her jaws letting the appreciation fill her nose.
She set it down, burying it in the dirt. The day was long and appreciation would always flood over Silverpaw when she would catch a mouse, bird, or rabbit. The sun was beginning to set when Silverpaw was approaching the den with mouthfuls of prey. She entered the den happily, passing Willowpaw to come to the back of the den and plopped down the mountain of prey. Willowpaw stopped grooming herself and stared at the prey pile, licking her lips swiftly. "Finally." She huffed, pushing pass Silverpaw to the pile to pick the rabbit Silverpaw first caught.
Silverpaw was beginning to leave the den when Willowpaw hissed softly, lifting her head from the rabbit, "where are you going?" Silverpaw turned around her expression annoyed, "I'm trying to get prey, or do you want to starve?" A growl rumbled from Willowpaw's stomach and she turned her head continuing to eat the carcass.
That night Silverpaw sat outside the den, staring at the warm moon. It was its fullest. Exactly one moon after Silverpaw was apprenticed. She felt a billow of sadness echo within her as she thought of her excitement and proudness of being an apprentice. Though this time, she felt a feeling of longing and sadness and the happiness go away to memories that seemed like an eternity ago.
She entered the den dragging her silver tail on the dust. Willowpaw noticed her and shifted near her as Silverpaw laid down, frowning. "I see that frown." Willowpaw meowed solemnly. "What happened?" Her eyes concerned, and curious.
"Well..." Silverpaw began, trying not to dread how her sister may react. "I was thinking of last moon when I was apprenticed. The pride and the excitement I felt. Now..." Silverpaw bent her head her eyes sad and her tail flicking with unease. "Now you feel lonely, and lost, and a longing for that day." Willowpaw stared at Silverpaw with equal sadness while Silverpaw was surprised she guessed the words from her mouth. "How did you know?" Silverpaw asked. "Believe me, I've had my share of being lost, alone, and no where to go." The two sisters fell silent. Silverpaw leaned her head against Willowpaws side.
Feeling the rhythmic beat of her heart comforted SilverPaw, like Willowpaw was a big sister. Silverpaw wanted to lean her head on someone she could forever trust and she found that cat. Her one and only sister Willowpaw. Within minutes they both fell asleep peaceful and all.