Yay! It's finished. Sorry for the time it has taken to write this and the short chapter. Other than that, enjoy! :)
Silverpaw peered through the bushes, spotting a squirrel. She anxiously crept closer and closer toward the tasty morsel, already imagining it in her paws. Inching her way forward, she prepared to jump.
Suddenly, a rustle in the bushes beside her startled the squirrel and it ran up a tree.
"Mousedung!" she cursed under her breath.
Who was that?
Silverpaw looked around her, unaware that pair of eyes were spying on her.
Confused, Silverpaw observed her surroundings. She saw nothing, only a quick flash of orange, then the creature was gone.
Though it may have only been a flash, Silverpaw recognized the pelt right away.
The thought stung her like a bee.
It was one of her brothers, Lionkit.
Pelts rustled under the full moon light in a dark forest. Tigerstar, his pelt misty because of already being dead, sat on a tall rock, waiting. He heard some panting and knew that his spy was back.
Lionkit burst through into the clearing, exhausted by the long trip he had taken. Taking a few moments to catch his breath, he addressed Tigerstar.
"What about your sister?" Tigerstar said in a cool manner.
"She is still in the clan and has earned her apprentice name." Lionkit replied
"Is she good in battling?"
"I have watched she and her mentor, Ravenfang , practice her moves. She is nimble, though her footwork lacks quality. She can be stronger too, because her blows don't really affect her opponent."
"Good." Tigerstar stared into space for a moment, and then ordered Lionkit to leave. He yowled among all the other cats of the forest that were there.
"Attention!"
Immediately, all the cats looked at their leader.
"We will get even with the clans soon. I have revived all of you from death, that they have caused, and now we will get even with them for letting you die."
Yowls of agreement pierced the air.
"They let me die when they didn't have enough herbs to treat my wounds after a battle!" A dark gray tabby cat spoke up. He had a long scar from his head to his tail that had probably cost him his life, if Tigerstar hadn't revived him.
Lionkit and Sunkit both yowled in agreement.
They wanted revenge!
Silverpaw dropped her fresh kill on the fresh kill pile.
"Silverpaw. You can bring that to the elders. I'm sure they'll appreciate it." Silverpaw nodded.
She picked up her prey once again and started pulling it toward the entrance of the elders den.
She was about to go in when she heard the three elders: Smogface, Darkfrost, and Blossompelt start a conversation.
"She is the chosen one." Blossompelt quietly whispered.
"Silverpaw? No way." Darkfrost replied. Silverpaw pricked her ears when she heard her name.
"There is a chance though." Smogface said, adding to the conversation.
"If she is the chosen one, she will have many difficulties that lie ahead of her."
Chosen one?
Me?
Huh?
As there questions fired through her head, she accidentally, fell into the den.
"Oh, hi, Silverpaw." Blosompelt quickly said.
"Is that for us?" Darkfrost eyed the squirrel.
"Huh?Y-yeah." Silverpaw dropped the squirrel and run out.
What was going on?
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