Rosethorn: Yep, your turn already. I'll start the chapter after you say it.
Icestreak: Say what?
Rosethron: sighs I do not own anything involving the Warriors series, though I wish I did.
Icestreak: And she's even been told she should work with Erin Hunter...
Chapter 2
A pale gray and white figure streaked across the territory along the bank of the river. His tortoiseshell palt was sleek and wet, after all, he'd just caught a few big fish for his Clan. Unfortunately, he'd fallen in, and he'd already laughed at how mousebrained he looked.
Here he was, a RiverClan warrior on a late trip to catch some prey, and he falls into the river! At least no cat had seen him, and right now he was pretty dry. He held the 3 fish he'd caught in his jaws, their silver scales glowing pink as the sun set. At least they weren't reflecting sunlight into his eyes.
RiverClan camp came into veiw, and the tom quickened his pace. He saw a cat slip out of one of the dens, and quickly recognized her dark gray tortoiseshell and white pelt. Bounding over to camp, he passed her by to drop off his fresh-kill. Turning around, he saw her cerulean blue eyes looking at him curiously.
"Sorry, I went fishing." he said, following her as she padded over to an rock that was still warm from being in the sun all day. She laid down, stretching her limbs and then her jaw in a yawn.
"It's ok Icestreak." she said, flicking her tail to indicate that he was free to join her. "I just see that someone got a little wet." Icestreak flattened his dark ginger ears, lowering his head.
"So I slipped," he muttered. "You got a problem with it Blissheart?" He glanced up to see Blissheart looking up at the sky as it turned a darker shade of orange now.
"Nope." she replied simply. "I already knew you were clumsy bro. Tell me something I don't know." She reached up and cupped his ear with sheathed claws, just like she did when they were kits romping in the nursery.
Icestreak nodded, pushing her paw away. He got to his paws and flicked his dark ginger tail tip as he padded away. He closed his leaf green eyes, relying on his sense of hearing to tell him if he was going to bump into some other cat. This territory was his home, just like the pine forest was ShadowClan's and the hills WindClan's. He knew ever inch of it well enough to be blind and travel without staggering.
Glancing up, Icestreak saw that the first warriors of Silverpelt had appeared. They glowed a bright silver against the sky, that was now a navy blue except for along the horizon, where it was a bright orange and pink. He knew, despite what other cats said, that his parents were among them. Every cat in RiverClan denied the fact that his parents were a loner cats, but that they were RiverClan.
Icestreak didn't believe them. The mother he remember from when he was a kit looked nothing like him or his sister, and neither did her mate. His 'mother' was a light brown tabby she-cat with amber eyes, and her mate was a dark brown tabby and white tom with dark amber eyes. But Icestreak and kis sister Blissheart were both gray tabby and white tortoiseshell cats, him with green eyes, and her with blue. And both of them had a dark ginder patch that would drive any medicine cat crazy because they looked like blood.
On his ears and on a band of fur around his right front leg was dark, blood red fur that seemed to be seeping through and dying his fur. That, of course, was not true, as was the same about the band of fur around his sister's left hind leg, and at the middle of her tail. It was just the way they were born.
Realizing he'd strayed too close to WindClan territory, Icestreak turned to head back to camp. His parents must have been loners. Otherwise he would've seen them at a Gathering, after all, he would notice some dark ginger fur the color of blood. He though one or twice he'd seen a cat who would work, but only found out that they were too young to be his parents.
"Hello Icestreak." a voice rang around him, and Icestreak whirrled around to see who it was. He didn't recognize the voice, and he couldn't pick up a scent of any kind. His eyes had long since adjusted to the darkness, and as he scanned the area around him, he saw a black kit sitting by the edge of the lake.
"You might want to be careful over there." he mewed, walking over. This was only a kit, what damage could she do? He leaned down and breathed in her scent, trying to determine what Clan she was from. He still couldn't tell, and this kit looked too young to know. But he had nothing else to lose. "What Clan are you from?" he asked hesitantly.
The kit looked up to him with plae silver eyes, and in the moonlight, Icestreak could see a thin line of fur that was a blood red color that ran from her forehead, between her eyes, to her nose. She seemed to be calm. Too calm to be lost.
"StarClan." she replied simply, tilting her head. "Don't you recognize me Icestreak?" Icestreak shook his head, utterly confused.
"How do you know my name? And how are you in StarClan, you're only a kit." he said. The kit looked down at her paws.
"My name is Auramist," she started. "Well, Aurakit, but Auramist more preferably. I am your sister, we were split up when we were kits. I died when I was trapped in a storm that I was too weak to withstand."
Icestreak looked at Auramist, apparently his sister, and tilted his head. "So why weren't you found by a patrol or something? After all, we were found by RiverClan." Auramist looked up at him her silver eyes beaming.
She got to her paws and seemed about to walk away, but instead came to sit next to Icestreak, pressing her flank against his.
"So you know you aren't a Clanborn RiverClan cat?" he heard Auramist whisper in his ear. He felt a chill go down his spine, because her voice sounded so serious, not like a kit. This would take some getting used to.
"Yeah." Icestreak replied simply. He desperately wanted to get back to camp and curl up in the warriors' den. He didn't want to talk to a kit from StarClan who he had just now figured out was his sister. He glanced down and saw Auramist gazing at the lake, her fur ruffled in the wind.
"Mama didn't want to give us up." Auramist muttered. "She had to. Prophecy foretold it." Her gaze shifted from the lake to Icestreak, who was now very surprised and confused. He kept his gaze on the water as it lapped against the shore, reflecting the warriors of Silverpelt in the waves. It was like another StarClan could be living in the lake, but he doubted it.
"Seven will come of two,
Six will go to four.
One will soar above,
And oversee her kin.
Once the seven meet again,
The forest will be destroyed."
Auramist sounded like she'd said that a million times. Stopping to think, Icestreak decided she must have. So seven would come of two. Did that mean he had 6 brothers and sisters? He knew of two sisters-Blissheart and Auramist- so it could be possible. Icestreak looked down to where Auramist had been and realized she wasn't there anymore. He turned to head back to camp, trying to recall all of the things he'd have to tell Blissheart. The gray tortoiseshell tom slipped back into camp silently, and padded over to the warriors' den. He'd had a long day.
A/N: Yes, I know there was a big timeskip at the last Chapter, but I always have lots of flashbacks. Let me know what you think, and I'll have the next Chapter up ASAP. We have Thanksgiving Break tomorrow, so that gives me more time to write my story.