I'm sure some of you are wondering if I will bring Shadowpaw back. If you want to find out read chapter 8. This one is Chapter 7, just incase you don't read the sentence right below this one.
Chapter 7, Skypaw
Skypaw was happy to know that today he would be made a warrior. Still he felt strangely weak. His legs felt wobbly, and he was dizzy. He padded over to the medicine cats den.
"Hello Skypaw, need something?" Mudfur, the medicine cat asked.
"I feel weak." Skypaw answered.
He lay down in a clump of ferns. Mudfur felt his heart. "Slow, and weak," the medicine cat reported. He checked Skypaw's breathing. "You are wheezing, and struggling to breath."
Skypaw sat up and Mudfur said, "You don't have a runny nose or a cough. You are just weak which is strange, because you are the oldest and strongest of your litter."
"Mudfur," Skypaw meowed, "I seem to become weaker every time a cat dies. First Stormfur and Feathertail, then more weakness as if other cats have died, but in different Clans…could I somehow be linked to these deaths?"
"Impossible!" Mudfur snapped. "You are almost a warrior Skypaw; you should know better then that. Now get out of my den!"
Angered by his unkindness, Skypaw hurried out.
"There you are!" Dawnpaw, a little apprentice meowed. "Leopardstar has called the meeting for your warrior ceremony, and you disappeared!" The little she-cat blinked kindly up at him.
Skypaw sat down in front of Leopardstar, who was facing the assembled Clan.
"Skypaw is ready to become a warrior. He has worked very hard to earn his new name and status, and I shall now give it to him. Skypaw, from this moment on you will be known as Skychaser. We honor you for your seriousness and courage and we welcome you as a full warrior of RiverClan."
Skychaser dipped his head in thanks. The Clan members disassembled and crawled into their dens for the night.
"Great job, Skychaser," his little brother, Rushpaw, squeaked.
"Thanks," Skychaser mumbled. He caught sight of his other brother, Mountainpaw, who was big and haughty. Mountainpaw glared jealously at Skychaser.
The camp was cool, and Skychaser decided to take a walk, because he was feeling so happy.
He walked along the border to ThunderClan. He was glad that Shadowpaw, the mistress of annoyance wasn't in his clan. Still it would be nice if she was dead, so he would never have to see her again. Yes, he wished she were dead.
Skychaser thought about the prophecy Spottedleaf had given him.
"Water and night must join together, to fight an enemy bad. The evil spotted tiger, wants power over us all."
Skychaser wondered who water and night were. Was he water? His pelt was silvery blue, with a watery sheen to it. But if he was water, who was night? Probably it would be a cat with a black pelt.
Trying his best to put Shadowpaw out of his mind, Skychaser thought of other black cats.
Before he could even think of one, a grey she-cat hobbled out of the trees and into RiverClan territory.
Skychaser crouched down and sprang. Instantly he had the intruder pinned down. It was Cinderpelt, medicine cat of ThunderClan.
"What are you doing here?" he hissed.
"Skypaw! At the Gathering Mudfur said they didn't have enough comfrey roots, so I'm coming here to give him some."
"Fine," Skychaser meowed. "I grant you free path to our camp, and my name is Skychaser now, not Skypaw."
"Oh, thanks." Cinderpelt mewed. She walked on, then looked back and said, "Skychaser, I think you might want to know this. Shadowpaw is dead."
Cinderpelt hobbled on, and Skychaser was left alone in the dark, shock rocking his body. Had his wish caused Shadowpaw's death? Skychaser shivered, a chill ran through his limbs. He wanted her alive, especially if they had a shared prophecy.
Well… I know that chapter was boring but I had to make Skychaser a warrior, and let him hear about Shadowpaw. The next one will be spotlighted on ThunderClan, so you can find out about Shadowpaw then. Of course reviews are always wanted.