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"It's almost time." Crowpaw murmured softly into Feathertail's ear.
"Yes." She agreed. "Sharptooth could be here any moment."
The two young cats were standing side by side at the cave entrance, staring at each other intently. Their loving gazes churned together, like an endless blue waterfall roaring into the distance and no matter how hard she tried she couldn't break away from those dark blue pools.
"Whatever happens this night, I… I want you to know that I love you." Crowpaw meowed, his eyes flashing with something Feathertail had never seen before: fear.
"Everything will be fine…" Feathertail murmured, trying to reassure the younger tom with her gentle words.
But he just gave her a doubtful look. "Maybe." He meowed as he pressed close to her, burying his muzzle in her thick gray fur. "Maybe."
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"Sharptooth's here!" a tribe cat yowled as it burst through the waterfall. "Sharptooth is coming!"
Feathertail's eyes widened. "What?" she gasped in horror. Beside her Stormfur, Feathertail's brother tensed his muscles and unsheathed his claws anxiously.
The tabby cave-guard was panting heavily and she realised for the first time the thick scent of blood coming off of him. "He's coming." He managed to rasp. "Run!" Then the tom fell to the cave floor and lay deathly silent, his chest and flank ripped open in a long wound.
"You heard him: run!" Stoneteller, the tribe-healer cried out, his eyes burning with grief and rage.
The tribe cats split up at once and hid themselves the best they could in crevices and ledges high out of Sharptooth's reach. But the Clan cats, stayed rooted in the middle of the clearing frozen with fear and shock.
Then without warning a tawny coloured creature burst through the waterfall. Its fur was a golden-brown, with a creamy white muzzle that revealed savage, gleaming fangs. Its tail was tipped off with midnight black and its claws were long and hooked.
It let out a dreadful snarling before it's beady black eyes locked with Squirrelpaw's. Then it burst off towards her with lightning quick speed, it's claws slashing out in front of it.
Squirrelpaw veered away from the lion cat just in time and sank her teeth in at the base of his tail. The lion cat spun around to dislodge her but she flashed around, quick as lightning to scurry up a cave wall. Brambleclaw followed her with a commanding yowl to the other clan cats: "Hide!"
Tawnypelt dashed away and Feathertail saw Crowpaw heading for a narrow crevice in the cave floor. Then Feathertail felt her paws rapidly following Stormfur as her brother sped up the cave wall opposite of Squirrelpaw, Tawnypelt and Brambleclaw.
A few heartbeats after Stormfur had reached one of the ledges nearest the cave roof Feathertail launched herself up to join him. Only then did she realize that Sharptooth had kept chase with her.
As her paws scrabbled frantically on the smooth gray rock trying to get a grip Sharptooth leapt up at her. The beast's teeth snapped so close to her flank that Feathertail couldn't help but let out a wail of terror.
"Help me!" she screamed, her eyes closed tightly as she waited for Sharptooth to jump at her again.
Then she felt strong teeth sink into her scruff—not Sharptooth's but Stormfur's as her brother struggled to pull her up. Finally she felt solid rock beneath her hind legs as Stormfur pulled her to safety.
She stared at him with eyes as wide as moons. "Oh Stormfur!" she gasped, breathless. "Thank you!
The two siblings gazed at each other, breathless as Sharptooth tried to reach them. Below them Feathertail heard a faint voice call: "Feathertail? Feathertail are you alright?"
Her fur stood on end with shock as she gazed out over the ledge to see Crowpaw peering out of his hiding place. She signalled to him frantically: Get back! And just as she expected Sharptooth followed the apprentice's voice then lunged forward his teeth bared, trying to catch him.
Crowpaw let out a screech of fear and ducked back into the crevice, flattening himself to the cave floor. Sharptooth's paw dangled down into the hole as he attempted to catch the apprentice. Feathertail caught the sickening stench of blood as the lion cats' claws met Crowpaw's flesh.
"Crowpaw!" she wailed aloud. Stormfur crouched down beside her, his eyes swirling with chaos and confusion.
He began to murmur something that gradually formed into words: "I am the silver cat… I am the silver cat…"
Then he raised his head towards the cave roof his jaws parted in a triumphant yowl, "I am the silver cat!" Then to Feathertail's horror he jumped.
"No!"