A/N- Just a note on Silverpelt's name. Some of you may say it's impossible for them to name a cat that, but is VITAL to this story, okay?

Special thanks to Lefy, for your brilliant review.

Disclaimer- I don't own warriors, wish i did, but i don't.

Chapter 6

When they returned to camp all the cats came out of their dens. Whitefoot stepped out of the medicine cats den. Redpaw ran over to him and they touched noses.

"You wouldn't believe where I've been!" cried Redpaw.

"I know where you've been." said Whitefoot.

"How?!" asked Redpaw, surprised.

"I saw it at the Moonpool. The night Frostear died."

"Oh." said Redpaw, "I saw worse things than that."

"Are you alright?" asked Whitefoot.

"Fine." said Redpaw, but he looked vague and distant again. Whitefoot sighed and padded over to Silverpelt.

"You have some bad wounds." he said, "I'll fetch you some cobwebs."

"Thanks." said Silverpelt. Whitefoot turned and went back into his den. He soon reappeared and pressed the cobwebs onto Silverpelt's cuts.

"What's the matter with Redpaw again?" asked Silverpelt.

"He's just remembering something he would rather never think of." The next thing that Whitefoot said, Silverpelt could barely hear. It sounded like,

"I think he blames himself for it." Silverpelt wanted to ask what he meant but Whitefoot was walking away. Silverpelt wanted to go and curl up in his nest but he saw a white and silver shape race towards him.

"You!" screeched Icepaw, "I was tearing my fur out over you! Blaming myself!" She charged into him, knocking him to the ground. He struggled under her for a moment, just to keep her happy, then hurled her off him. It was easier than it had been a few days ago, he had found it quite hard to throw her off, but now she seemed as light as a feather.

"Icepaw..." he asked nervously, "Have you had anything to eat?"

"No. I was starving myself over you."

"You mouse-brained fool! You shouldn't do that!" He cuffed her round the head. She cuffed him back, laughing. He sighed. She was better. But then her face turned grim.

"First day in and I lose my mentor! Can you imagine what the other cats said?! Oh some were sorry for me, but the elders! Whitestorm said it was a bad omen, and Lionfur agreed with him!"

"Lionfur?! She isn't an elder! Why does she believe in bad omens?" He turned as a voice cried,

"Silverpelt!"

"Got to go, sorry!" He licked Icepaw's ear then turned and ran across the clearing. It had been Lionfur calling him. His heart sank.

"I want you to go out hunting. I don't suppose you know what happened while you were gone."

"No, Lionfur."

"We were attacked by Riverclan. A group of ten cats attacked us in our camp. They said we should expect them to return to finish us off. We are now preparing a food store in case we are barricaded inside the camp. Now go find food for that store!" Silverpelt turned and raced out of the camp. They had been attacked by Riverclan in the camp?! That was impossible! They lived on the other side of the forest, they would be more likely to attack Windclan or Shadowclan. Froststar wouldn't do that sort of thing anyway. She was kind and understanding. And what reason could Riverclan have to attack Thunderclan anyway?

He carried on hunting, heading towards the border with Windclan. He soon smelt the familiar smell of a Thunderclan patrol. The group of cats walked into a small clearing and stopped to sniff the air. There was Brightmane, Orangestripe, Tawnypelt and Mousepaw.

"Can you smell a cat?" asked Brightmane, snarling. He unsheathed his claws and fluffed up his fur.

"Yes, but I think it's…" began Mousepaw, but Brightmane interrupted her.

"Quiet!" he hissed. Silverpelt, realising he could be attacked if he remained where he was, stepped into the clearing.

"Silverpelt!" screeched Brightmane, launching himself forwards at the silver cat. He smashed into him and raked his claws down Silverpelt's side. Silverpelt howled in pain.

"Stop!" shouted a voice and a pair of cats ran into the space. It was Whitestar and Whitefoot.

"I was out hunting, I meet Whitefoot, we start talking and then I hear a shriek and find this!" explained Whitestar, "What is going on?!"

"Well," began Brightmane, stepping forwards, "I was taking this patrol along the border, we smell a cat and I find this traitor spying on us!"

"Well, Silverpelt? Do you have anything to say against these accusations?" asked Whitestar.

"Yes. I was sent out hunting by Lionfur. I come out here, hunting, and find this patrol. I step out to meet them and he attacks me!"

"Brightmane, why do you accuse Silverpelt of spying on you?"

"I could smell him following us!"

"I did not!" protested Silverpelt.

"Quiet!" ordered Whitestar. "Why would he want to spy on you?"

"I don't know, but he was!" accused Brightmane.

"Well, there is only one way to find out." said Whitestar, "Whitefoot, follow Silverpelt's scent trail for a while. If he has been along the border, Brightmane will be right. If he hasn't, he was attacked for no reason." Whitefoot nodded, picked up the trail and dashed away. They waited for a while, in silence. Brightmane was constantly staring accusingly at Silverpelt, but Silverpelt noticed a tiny glimmer of fear in his eyes. A few minutes later, Whitefoot returned.

"Well?" said Brightmane, "Wasn't I right?"

"No." said Whitefoot, "I followed the trail all the way back to camp. At no point but here has he approached the border."

"Very well." said Whitestar, "Silverpelt, you are free to go. Whitefoot will escort you back to camp and find something for your wounds. I will stay here, I want to ask Brightmane something. The rest of the patrol will continue along the border then report back to camp. Do not tell any cat what has happened." They all nodded. Whitefoot pressed against Silverpelt to support him and helped him limp back to camp. They were halfway back when Silverpelt asked Whitefoot something.

"Why would Brightmane want to attack me?" Whitefoot stopped dead in his tracks.

"I was dreading you asking me that."

"Why?"

"I believe that Tigerpelt wants to take over the forest. "

"But what does that have to…" Silverpelt trailed off. Brightmane was allied with Tigerpelt! He had tried to kill him, but with a reason. If he could have made it seem like he was a traitor, then it would have given him an excuse. But why kill him? There were too many questions! Why would Brightmane and Tigerpelt want to kill him? Why did Riverclan attack Thunderclan? And why is Redpaw so depressed? Another thought crossed Silverpelt's mind. Was that dream of his a prophecy? Or a clan memory?

"Of course!" he cried out.

"What!?" said Whitefoot, shocked by the outburst.

"That dream of mine, it was a clan memory of Frostear's death!"

"You had a dream that was a clan memory? You should be a medicine cat!"

"I think it's my name."

"That would make sense. There is much in a name."

" But why me?"

"I don't know. But we should get back to camp, it's getting dark." They were soon at the camp and they pushed their way through the entrance. As soon as they were in the middle of the clearing, Silverpelt flopped down onto the floor. He was just too exhausted. Lionfur marched over to them.

"What is going on!?" she asked, furious. "I asked this cat to go out hunting and he returns limping with a medicine cat, looking like he's just been in a battle and with no prey!"

"He was attacked." said Whitefoot.

"Attacked?! By who?!"

"I cannot say. I was not there." He picked up Silverpelt by the scruff of his neck and dragged him into the medicine cats den. It was a unique den. Not only was it a very large gap in a massive rock, but it was not lined with moss. Instead there were several small nests. The walls had many holes and crevices, where different herbs could be stored. Silverpelt was led over to a bed and he lay down in it. He saw Whitefoot pad over to a crack and take out some cobwebs. He came back and pressed them onto the many wounds along Silverpelt's left side. He then said,

"You need to get some rest, you should sleep now." Silverpelt felt like he could sleep for a moon, but he had to know one last thing.

"Whitefoot?"

"Yes."

"When we I be able to go out again?"

"Your wounds are deep. It will take several days."

"Tell Tawnypelt to take Icepaw out for me will you."

"Of course."

Silverpelt purred, then gave in to his deep sleep.

He woke up. He had had another dream.

It had been of a pale silver cat springing at a massive tiger and bringing it down in a single blow. But then a huge white lion had stepped forwards and towered over the silver cat. It had raised it paw, claws unsheathed, and swung it down to deliver a fatal blow.

That had been the moment when Silverpelt had woken up. He looked around the den. Light shone in through the entrance but Whitefoot was nowhere to be seen. He tried to get up, but his side was stiff and he collapsed back into the nest. It was then that Whitefoot came into his den.

"You're awake I see."

"My sides are really aching."

"I'll get you some poppy seeds for that. You've been asleep for three days now."

"Three days?!"

"Yes."

"How is Icepaw doing?"

"Fine. Tawnypelt's been training her extra hard, to make up for all the missed training." He leant down and whispered, "And I think she's trying to prove she's ready for an apprentice of her own. Patchkit's almost six moons old now." Silverpelt nodded. He wondered if Icepaw had ever come to see him. As if in answer to his thoughts, Whitefoot said,

"Icepaw's been in here every day. She came not too long ago. She's out hunting with Tawnypelt now."

"Can I get up?" asked Silverpelt.

"If you can manage it. A little bit of walking should do you some good. It will stop your legs from aching and getting stiff." Silverpelt pushed himself into a sitting position. He stopped for a second. His legs and sides were already hurting and he was out of breath. How much he seemed like an elder! He then continued to rise and was eventually stood up. His sides were heaving by now, but he carried on. He placed one paw forward, out of the nest, and then another. Finally, he stood in the entrance. He looked out at the beautiful sunset which he was now presented with. The sky was streaked with gold, purple, red and pink as well as orange, scarlet and a deep midnight blue. He could see the first signs of Silverpelt, the stars in the sky, appearing at the very top. It was a sight that took his breath away. He took a few more steps out of the den and looked around the clearing. Icepaw was sat by the apprentices den, she too was gazing at the sunset. He staggered over to her. She glanced towards him then leapt up onto her paws.

"Silverpelt!" she cried with delight, "You're awake!"

"Of course." he said, bowing his head, "Anything for you, Icepaw."

"Oh stop teasing. Everyone knows you're in love with Orangestripe."

"She likes me. Okay? How is she anyway?" he asked, trying to change the subject. He liked Orangestripe. He liked her a lot, but he didn't want to talk about it right now.

"She's been very worried about you. But she's been hiding it very well. I don't think many cats have noticed. Except Whitestar and Whitefoot. And me, naturally."

"What about Redpaw?"

"Redpaw? He wouldn't notice a cat if it came up to him and bit his tail off! He's been very distracted recently and nobody knows why. Not even Whitefoot."

"Yeah. He's been like that for ages now. I thought it was Frostear's death, but then Whitefoot would be upset. He was at first but that could have been worry for his own apprentice."

"Yeah. And you get distracted that way about me, do you?"

"I have only been out training with you for one day!"

"Well, that's not my fault is it? Anyway, when will you be able to take me out training again?"

"In a few days time. It depends how fast I recover."

"Lionfur was furious about the attack."

"What did she do?"

"Well, she was really mad for the rest of the day. Brightmane has been caring for the elders for the past few days and will be for the rest of the moon. As you know, Tawnypelt has been training me, but Lionfur was protesting against that. And she was shouting at Whitestar for not banishing Brightmane. He said he did not want any more of his cats to join Shadowclan." She scratched behind her ear. She looked funny and Silverpelt laughed. His laughed turned into a cough though and it made his lungs cry out for air. He slumped to the ground and lay there, gazing up at Icepaw. She bent down and started licking his ears. He purred quietly.

It was then that Lionfur came back into the camp along with some other warriors. She must have just been on a patrol. She spotted Silverpelt and marched over to him.

"You seem better." Silverpelt tried to sit up, but he was too exhausted and once again, slumped to the floor.

"You should be out hunting if you can afford to leave the den like this. Go and.." She was cut off by Whitefoot who said,

"That's not very wise Lionfur. I ordered him to get some fresh air and to walk around the camp to keep his joints from getting stiff. If he can barely do that, I hardly think he is ready to go out hunting." Lionfur looked ready to claw off Whitefoot's ears, but even she knew better than to argue with a medicine cat. She turned and stalked away.

"I'll help you back to the nest." said Whitefoot, grabbing him by the scruff of his neck an helping to haul him to his paws. He and Icepaw stood on either side of Silverpelt, supporting him as he made his way, very slowly, back to the den.