A/N- This is the final chapter of part 1 of the book! But there will be more soon! Also, please tell me if you like the Darktail idea in this chapter, as it took me a while to think about the background details! Please R&R, it would mean so much if you did!

Disclaimer- yet again i have to say i don't own warriors, but i love the books so much i don't care!

Chapter 4

When they arrived back at camp, Lionfur raced around the camp telling everyone the news of Tigerpelt's adoption into Shadowclan.

"That makes two Tigers in Shadowclan." protested Heavyfur, "Tigerpelt's a traitor and Tigerclaw shares the warrior name of the evil Tigerstar!"

"It must be happening again!" shouted Whitestorm, "This forest is doomed!

"Quiet!" shouted Lionfur, "We have this under control!"

Yeah, right! thought Silverpelt, And you're not on Tigerpelt's side?

Suddenly, there came a rustle from the entrance and two strange cats raced into the camp. They looked shocked when they saw the clan cats. Lionfur was about to race at them but Whitestar signalled for them to stop.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"I...I...I'm Daisy." said the she-cat on the left. Her coat was white but tinged with silver.

"And I'm Lilly." said the other cat. She had a pale ginger coat. She looked a bit like some of the golden mice that they occasionally found in their territory.

"We're sorry to disturb you." said Daisy, "But some horrible cats attacked us when we ventured over our garden wall. We were chased here."

"We lived with Poppy in a twoleg house. She warned us not to explore, that there were wildcats around, but we ignored her." added Lilly.

"We're not really kittypets you see." said Daisy, "We were captured by twolegs when we were young. We lived wild."

"You must be decedents of Darktail. He was an old Shadowclan cat. He left the forest a several generations ago to set up clans elsewhere. He lived, about four generations after Firestar. After we had to move again." explained Whitestar. Many cats had been looking confused at why these kittypets seemed to speak like the clan cats.

"We cannot live as kittypets anymore. Descendants of Darktail are given clan names. I was Icepaw." said Daisy, "and my sister was Mousepaw."

"You have warrior blood then. As you do, and as you hate your kittypet life, I am going to make you an offer." Whitestar said. Stepping forwards he continued, "You may join our clan, but you will have to be apprentices for three moons. You need time to learn the clans, scents and territory." Icepaw looked at her sister and nodded.

"We accept your offer." she said.

Lionfur looked away disgusted and Brightmane turned and stalked off, muttering to himself. Most of the clan cheered.

"It reminds me of the stories we heard of when Firestar first joined Thunderclan." said Blackclaw.

"Yes, it does." agreed Whitestorm.

"Who will they be apprenticed to?" Orangestripe asked Whitestar.

"Brokenpaw needs a new mentor too." added Greystripe.

"Very well." said Whitestar, "Orangestripe, you shall be mentor to Mousepaw, Silverpelt shall be mentor to Icepaw and Brightmane shall mentor Brokenpaw." Silverpelt's heart leapt. He was going to mentor an apprentice! He guessed it would be easier than usual though. This apprentice already had basic knowledge of the warrior code and skills. It was just a case of preparing her for the clan life in this forest. But even still, he was going to be a mentor!

The first rays of dawn penetrated the inside of the warriors den. Silverpelt's eyes flickered, then opened. He slept near the entrance of the den. A paw prodded him through the entrance hole.

"Get up!" said Icepaw, jabbing harder. Silverpelt stood up and stepped outside.

"Don't you know it's rude to wake your mentor?" scolded Silverpelt.

"I'm sorry. I was just eager to start, that's all." apologised Icepaw, looking down at her paws.

"Well, we'd better make a start then. We'll head down to fourrocks so you can learn the scents of the other clans. Fourrocks is where the moonly Gathering is held. There was a Gathering last night so the scents will still be fresh, come on!" He bounded off and out of the camp, Icepaw struggling to keep up. As he neared the stream, she had lagged behind a couple of foxlengths. He paused and she caught up.

"This is fourrocks." he announced, indicating the large rocks with a flick of his tail, "the acrid scent you can smell now is Shadowclan." Icepaw wrinkled her nose. Silverpelt lead her forwards and stopped when he smelled another scent.

"That is Riverclan." he told her. He walked forwards once more and stopped at a final smell.

"And this is Windclan." he said. Icepaw took a deep breath. She said,

"When I lived in clans before, there were four of them too: Grassclan, Smokeclan, Lightningclan and Seaclan. I was in Lightningclan." She stopped and looked up. "I smell Riverclan." Silverpelt had smelt it a heartbeat before she had said it. She has a good nose and a good memory, he thought. Unfortunately, there was no cover in the clearing and they were detected straight away. Lionheart, the Riverclan deputy, along with Leopardclaw, Longtail and Dustpaw approached. Silverpelt bowed his head and Icepaw followed suit.

"Who's this?" asked Lionheart, indicating Icepaw, "I haven't seen her before."

"This is Icepaw, my apprentice." explained Silverpelt.

"You didn't have an apprentice before the Gathering, yet it was not announced last night. Why?"

"She was appointed when we returned from the Gathering. She is from the clans of Darktail."

"Oh, I see. And what is she doing so far away?"

"She was captured by twolegs. She and her sister escaped and were chased to our camp by Shadowclan."

"That must have been horrible. I do hope your okay. We must be going now." said Lionheart, "Good luck with training her." The group of Riverclan cats turned and walked off. Silverpelt looked down at Icepaw.

"You have a good sense of smell and an excellent memory." he commented, "Is your sister the same?"

"Better." admitted Icepaw. She looked around then sniffed, "And here she comes now." Orangestripe and Mousepaw entered the clearing.

"Look who caught a mouse." said Orangestripe. "She has incredible hunting skills and an amazing memory. It is spectacular."

"Mine has an amazing nose and memory." said Silverpelt. Orangestripe sniffed.

"You had a Riverclan patrol here I see."

"But your nose is still the best." said Silverpelt, "We had Lionheart…"

"Leopardclaw, Longtail and Dustpaw?" she inquired.

"Acute, as ever." he said, "You're right, they left just before you arrived." Orangestripe nodded. She tasted the air.

"And here comes Brokenpaw and Brightmane." They rushed into the clearing.

"We'll have to tell Whitestar about that fox!" remarked Brightmane, his sides heaving for breath. He looked around. He hadn't noticed the other four cats. When he saw them, his eyes turned cold.

"Not that I couldn't have handled it on my own." he said.

"I dare say." said Orangestripe, "But it would have been foolish. There could be more." Brightmane sniffed.

"Have Riverclan been here?"

"Not long ago." said Orangestripe, "Shortly before I arrived."

Suddenly, the cats became aware of another smell.

"Twolegs!" shouted Icepaw and Mousepaw together. Two adult twolegs ran into the clearing. They shouted something and pointed at the cats. One of them raised a small, hard den. Silverpelt hissed at them and the nearest one lunged at him. He dodged. Orangestripe, Brightmane, Brokenpaw, Icepaw and Mousepaw were fleeing into the bushes. Silverpelt hissed again. The same twoleg lunged once more and he ran between it's legs. And straight into the waiting arms of the other twoleg.

Silverpelt was bundled into a small, hard den and the entrance was sealed off. He hissed and scrabbled at it, but he could not break free. The den was lifted and the twolegs carried it away. Silverpelt watched out through the entrance and saw that he was being taken through Shadowclan territory. He was then taken past the Shadowclan boundaries and into a very large, wooden den. He was placed on a ledge in between two other dens. There were many more stretching along the ledge. The twolegs left the den and sealed he entrance. Silverpelt looked out between the spaces in his den. Another cat looked at him from the den on his right. He recognised the cat. It was Leopardstorm of Shadowclan!

"What are you doing here?!" she hissed. Her pale ginger coat looked dull and matted.

"The twolegs caught me. What about you?"

"Same. But they also got Firestorm, Spottedbelly and Longfur."

"Why do they want us?" he asked.

"No cat knows but we have an idea."

"What's that?"

"Cats have been taken out of here. We have heard terrible wailings and have seen the twolegs then carrying their pelts across the camp. We think they kill us and take our fur."

"That's horrible!" screeched Silverpelt, "We have to get out of here!"

"We can't." said Leopardstorm, "The dens are too hard."

"Excuse me." said the cat on Silverpelt's left. He turned around. A light grey she-cat was speaking.

"These things, they're called cages. They are made from some unbreakable thing called metal. You can't claw through it."

"Who are you?" asked Silverpelt.

"My name is Rain." replied the she-cat, "I come from the human estate."

"The what?!" asked Leopardstorm.

"Um, I think you call them twoleg nests."

"Oh. There."

"My brother is in the cage next to me. He is called Wind."

"Hello." said Wind.

"Nice to meet you." said Silverpelt, "But we have to get out!"

"I told you, we can't." reminded Leopardstorm.

"We may be able to." said Rain, "I have been working on a plan."

"What is it?" asked Silverpelt urgently.

"The twolegs open these cages to put in fresh food and water. We could leap out when they open the cage to do that."

"Then we could open the other cages." said Wind, "They have an opening catch on the outside."

"Great!" meowed Silverpelt, "We'll do just that!"

Suddenly, the cats heard the sound of many twolegs nearing the giant wooden den.

"Get ready." hissed Rain. The twolegs entered. They walked over to Silverpelt's cage. They flicked up the catch and swung open the entrance. One reached a hand in, holding a bowl. Silverpelt leapt out. One of the twolegs howled. Silverpelt leapt at a cage on the floor and knocked up the catch. The door swung open and Firestorm leapt out.

"Open the other cages!" hissed Silverpelt. Firestorm nodded and sped away.

Silverpelt opened another cage and a strange mottled brown cat raced out. It sprinted out the open entrance of the wooden den. A twoleg lurched towards Silverpelt but he dodged and scratched it. The twoleg wailed with pain and ran out of the door. Silverpelt spun around and hissed at the other twolegs. One of them swung it's leg at him. He jumped on it and clawed madly at it. The twoleg screeched so loud Silverpelt had to flatten his ears. It shook it's leg wildly and Silverpelt was thrown off. He slammed into the wall and was momentarily stunned. Yet another twoleg blundered towards him. It had a large cobweb like thing in it's paws. It swung it towards him but he leapt to one side and it just brushed his tail.There were many cats free now and the den was in chaos. Most were fleeing for the entrance but some were staying to free the remaining ones. Silverpelt caught a flash of Firestorm's fox-coloured fur on the top ledge. There were only a few cages left.

Suddenly, a cat ploughed into him. He was knocked into the air and fell, winded, onto the floor. He leapt back up onto his feet but he was slower and slightly disorientated. Silverpelt looked around and raced forwards as he spotted a young brown she-cat cowering in a corner. A twoleg was towering above her. Silverpelt hissed and lunged at it's left leg. He clung on and dug his claws in, then he tried to climb up it, like a tree. The twoleg span around madly and the she-cat raced away. All the cats were free by now and were racing towards the door. He sliced open the twolegs pelt and found soft flesh underneath. He bit down hard and the twolegs screamed in agonising pain. Silverpelt bit down once more, then leapt off. He twisted mid-air and landed on his paws. He looked around. Almost all the cats had escaped and the last few were almost at the entrance. He pelted forwards towards freedom. All the other cats had now escaped and he was the last one left.

All of a sudden, the entrance slammed shut and Silverpelt skidded to a halt. Twolegs surrounded him. The cobweb was swung down and scooped him up. He writhed and twisted but it was useless. The entrance was opened and he was taken outside. He was taken along to another den and carried inside. There was a large bench with straps on it. He was tipped onto it and held down fast. The straps bound him tightly to it. A twoleg picked up a large, gleaming claw from nearby and stepped towards him. Oh no, he thought, I'm going to die!

A/N- Please now review if you want to find out what happens next!