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Here's the next chapter. Things are getting intense between the sisters. o':
Pale light filtered through the cracks of the nursery, entering the den and dappling the pelts of the sleeping cats inside. The sun's beams of bright light stung at their lids, forcing them open as they groaned, their eyes still bleary with sleep, rising to their paws. Despite the cold weather outside, it was toasty and warm inside, and they were reluctant to awaken and leave their safe haven.
A pale silver kit was staring at the sleeping body of her sister in another nest, her flank rising and falling peacefully. Her silver fur was still slightly fluffy, her long lashes brushing the top of her angular cheekbones, her face completely wiped of any emotion and of stress. She looked so young; so vulnerable.
Hesitantly, she reached out a paw to touch her sister; to feel the warmth from her body flood into her own. She prodded her gently, then jerked back as if shocked. She was scared that her sister wouldn't forgive her. "Silverkit?" She meowed, her voice hesitant, and almost shy. "Are you awake?" Her voice was so quiet, so weak, you'd think that she was injured or ill. She was none of those things; just afraid.
The kit stirred, her eyelids blinking open and revealing her bright golden eyes. Her face hardens as she notices her sister, her eyes turning steely and posture stiffening. "What do you want?" Her voice is cold, icy.
Distraught, her sister's eyes widen and her upper lip trembles. "I'm sorry." She whispered, desperate for forgiveness. She reaches out to her sister, longing for her sister to purr and twine their bodies together. However, her sister just stares at her, golden eyes like chips of ice. Instead of taking her paw, she shoulders past her sister and stalks out of the nursery.
The silence that hangs there is deafening.
Goldenkit looked mournfully after her sister, poking tentatively at her sister's nest. She picks herself up and gently places herself in the soft moss, curling up where her sister was a moment ago. It is still warm, and she presses her muzzle against the moss, wishing it wasn't just a shadow of where her sister was, but was her sister. She closes her eyes, and just lays there for a while, relaxing. Almost subconsciously, she twines her tail, and reaches out with her paw.
She feels nothing but the cold emptiness of absence.
Startled, she pulls back, her eyes flying wide. She doesn't see her sister in the nest. She was reaching out for air. Miserably, she picks herself up and pads silently out of the nest. Outside, her mother is fussing over her twin. Feathercloud rasps her tongue between her kits ears, and swiftly begins to groom her pelt. Silverkit complains, but doesn't stop her.
Goldenkit pads in front of them, desperately trying to meet her sister's eyes. Her twin seems to be evading her, as she quickly casted her gaze down at her paws, her ears flattened. Her lip was curled however, and her tail twitching irritably, a quick warning that her sister should leave.
Sighing, the golden eyed kit pads away from her sister.
"Don't move!" A sharp voice stops her in her tracks. Her mother, Feathercloud, is eyeing her pelt in disapproval. "You need to wash up. Wait right here, your father is coming."
Goldenkit groaned. "I can wash myself, mother." She sighed, her tail flicking from side to side.
She heard a purr from behind her, and then a dark pelt blurred into vision. Sun-colored amber eyes glowed with affection as they scanned her pelt, and then a thick tail was wrapped around her and pulling her closer. "And yet, I'm still going to wash you." He smiled against her fur as he rasped his tongue over her ear, giving her a swift grooming.
"Shadestrike, don't forget to leave the tuft up behind my ear!" Goldenkit meowed quickly, not bothering to struggle against her father's firm grip. She felt her father purr in slight amusement and rasp at her ear, licking up a tuft of fur so it stood up straight. "Good." Her voice was light with approval.
"Silverkit's done." Feathercloud reported after finishing with her daughter, nudging her forward. Goldenkit watched as her sister gazed at Highledge, a bored look on her face.
A few heartbeats later, Shadestrike finished up with his other daughter and nodded with approval. "So is Goldenkit." He nudged the kit forward, leading her next to her sister.
The two kits eyed each other warily before edging closer, both of them tensing and stiffening as their pelts touched. Tension crackled beneath them like a storm, and Goldenkit felt her heart pound against her chest. Silverkit didn't move to twine their tails, and instead wrapped her tail neatly over her own paws.
Their parents stared uneasily at them, shifting their paws awkwardly. Shadestrike cleared his throat. "It's time." He meowed awkwardly, rasping his tongue over both his daughters' ears. Feathercloud nodded encouragingly at them, but Silverkit just rolled her eyes, looking bored as usual. Unlike her sister, Goldenkit's eyes glowed with excitement, and she refrained herself from dashing towards Highledge.
"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather around Highledge!" A loud, commanding yowl echoed around the hollow, and a golden brown tom appeared on Highledge. He looked strong and commanding, his chin raised, eyes serious but also kind at the same time, shoulders broad and body held very straight. Cats quickly began to gather; as they all knew what today was. It was the day that the strange twins of ThunderClan became apprentices. "Today I am doing one of my favorite things as a clan leader. Silverkit, Goldenkit, step forward." He beckoned the two sisters with a wave of his tail.
Both sisters padded forward, their pelts brushing. They didn't pull away this time, and hesitantly, Goldenkit touched her tail to her sister's. Silverkit didn't yank her tail away as she had expected, but she held her tail still. They were offering each other silent support.
"The time has come for Silverkit and Goldenkit to be apprenticed." Thornstar meowed, eyes gleaming. Shadestrike and Feathercloud's eyes shone with pride as they lifted their chins high.
"Goldenkit." As she heard her name, she stepped forward, suddenly feeling very self-conscious and alone. Her sister nodded once at her, and she padded silently towards her leader, eyes round. "You have reached the age of six moons, and it is time for you to be apprenticed. From this day on, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Goldenpaw." He paused for a moment, his eyes scanning over the cats and resting upon a cream furred she-cat. "Your mentor will be Dawnflight. I hope Dawnflight will pass down all she knows to you."
Goldenkit's eyes widened with shock; she had gotten the deputy as her mentor! She turned around, and instead of the kind, supporting expression her sister had just a few heartbeats ago, it was a mask of anger and jealousy. Silverkit glared at her sister; as if it was her fault that she had gotten the deputy. The deputy's new apprentice wanted to wail and cry out to the leader; she didn't want the deputy as her mentor, not if it made her sister unhappy. She just wanted to befriend her sister again.
"Dawnflight, you are my trustworthy deputy and have trained Bumbleflight well, and I think you are ready to take on another apprentice. You have received excellent training from Sorrelwing, and you have shown yourself to be quick-witted and intelligent. You will be the mentor of Goldenpaw, and I expect you to pass down all you know to Goldenpaw." The cream furred deputy leaned forward, the stripes on her pelt rippling, eyes gleaming with confidence. Goldenpaw cast one last look at her sister, who's face was darkened with anger and now contorted into a scowl, before hesitantly touching noses with her new mentor. She drew away to the side, and watched her sister nervously.
Please let her get a good cat as he mentor. She prayed silently. Please, StarClan.
"Silverkit." The pale she-kit padded forward, staring defiantly at her leader, chin raised and eyes dark. She seemed to be demanding the leader to give her a better mentor than her sister; which meant only one thing. That she demanded her leader to mentor her himself. "You have reached the age of six moons, and it is time for you to be apprenticed. From this day on, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Silverpaw." He hesitated a moment, suddenly looking unsure, his confidence wavering. He pressed on, and Goldenpaw's stomach clenched. "Your mentor will be Lionclaw. I hope Lionclaw will pass down all he knows to you."
Goldenpaw felt bile rise in her throat, and fought the urge to puke. Her mind spun, her heart twisting and her stomach in multiple knots. Her sister despised Lionclaw. Hated him. Silverpaw's eyes were wide with sheer fury and defiance as she glared coldly at the golden tom, who was stalking forward, clearly stiff and dissatisfied. A cold scowl split her face, and she glared at her sister, directing all her anger towards her. Goldenpaw winced, taking a step back, wanting nothing more than for her sister to stop staring at her like that.
"Lionclaw, you have trained Blacktail well, and are ready to take on another apprentice. You have received excellent training from Stormfire, and you have shown yourself to be courageous and strong. You will be the mentor of Silverpaw, and I expect you to pass down all you know to Silverpaw." Thornstar continued.
Goldenpaw watched nervously, anxious to see what happened next.
The golden tom stared coldly at his apprentice, amber eyes piercing, but reluctantly leaned forward to touch noses with her. Silverpaw glowered at him, her golden eyes blazing. She jerked her muzzle away as he leaned towards her, and she took a big step back, spitting angrily at him, eyes narrowed into slits.
Gasps of shock and confusion rose from the crowd, and cats began to whisper to themselves. It was highly disrespectful to do this to a mentor, and Silverpaw was being extremely rude. Feathercloud looked flustered as she faced her mate, eyes wide with panic. Shadestrike mirrored her expression, looking horrified.
"I don't want Lionclaw as my mentor." Silverpaw spat at her clan leader, eyes like chips of ice. "He's a fox-heart and he is also mouse-brained, and he's unfit to train an apprentice." Her lip curled, and she arched her back, hissing at Lionclaw as he fixed her in a cold stare. He didn't make a single step forward, however.
"Silverpaw." Thornstar began, his voice stiff with anger. "Lionclaw is your mentor. Touch noses with him, now."
"I don't want to touch noses with him!" Silverpaw yowled at her clan leader, eyes blazing a challenge. "I hate him."
Lionclaw's cold posture broke for a moment, and for that single heartbeat he just looked bewildered. Then his stone-hard mask returned again, and he watched the confrontation between apprentice and leader through slitted eyes, claws unsheathed and lightly raking over the ground.
"I said," The golden-brown tom hissed, his patience clearly running out. He was leader, and he obviously didn't like to be denied by a freshly made apprentice. "touch noses with him." As he saw the she-cat made no move to do so, his voice rose to a shout. "NOW!"
"Just touch noses with him." Feathercloud seemed to be begging her daughter, looking ashamed, her paws shuffling awkwardly and posture stiff with shock but also disapproval. Shadestrike however, was looking angry as he fixed his daughter in a defiant stare.
"I don't want to." Silverpaw continued her argument.
Shadestrike seemed to have had enough. "I don't care!" He roared, slamming his paws down on the ground. "Why can't you just be like your sister? To be kind and accepting? Lionclaw is your mentor, and it's bad enough your being disrespectful to him, but you're also being rude to your clan leader. You're bringing shame to me, your mother, and you're sister, who didn't do anything wrong! So touch noses with your mentor, right now."
Silverpaw blinked, obviously taken back. She was perfectly still for a moment, before dragging her gaze from her father, and focusing it on her mentor. Stiffly, she reached forward and touched her nose to him, quickly before yanking back as if he had slashed her nose open. Then she bolted from his side and dashed towards the apprentice's den, her whole body quivering and eyes darkened with sadness.
Goldenpaw leapt to her paws, shouldering past her parents and every other cat in her way. "Silverpaw, wait!" She cried out, and before she even knew it her paws were slamming down on the cold ground, pushing her forward in a relentless pursuit. She nervously poked her head into the apprentice's den, staring at her sister. The pale she-cat was faced away, her head lowered and her shoulders sagging. "Silverpaw?" Goldenpaw sounded uncertain and scared. "Are you okay?"
Silverpaw swung her head around, and the look she gave her sister was so filled with hatred Goldenpaw took a step back, her heart pounding. "Get away from me." Her meow was brittle as ice, as she stared icily at her sister. Her claws were unsheathed now, and her smoky stripes rippled as she twisted her body around so she faced her sister. "Go away, now!" Her voice was a roar, angrier than Goldenpaw had ever heard it before.
"Shadestrike didn't mean it!" The she-cat, although scared, still tried. Her voice was coated with desperation, golden eyes pleading as she stared at her sister, begging her to understand. "He was just desperate. We can go to Thornstar! We can demand a switch of mentors. I can take Lionclaw, and you can have Dawnflight." Her voice cracked, sounding weak and pathetic. "The deputy. You're ambition. What you've always wanted right? To have a good mentor?"
"Thornstar will never allow it." Her sister's voice was filled with hatred, and she fixed her sister in a icy but also angry glare. She seemed to have calmed down slightly, but her whole body was still trembling. "He hates me."
Goldenpaw shuffled closer to her sister, and unsure, she slowly rested her tail on her sister's shoulder. "He doesn't hate you. He's just mad right now. He'll get over it, and we can still be deputy and leader. Just as we wanted. Remember our dream? Silverstar and her loyal deputy, Golden-whatever?"
Her sister seemed to relax for a moment, and she glanced at her sister, almost shyly.
Dawnflight poked her head into the apprentice's den. "The cats of the clan are very disappointed in you, Silverpaw." She meowed, shaking her head. "Goldenpaw, come out with your sister, and let the apprentice ceremony finish."
In all the excitement but also horror; Goldenpaw hadn't bothered to take note of the fact that the clan had not chanted their names yet.
Hesitantly, the younger sister twined her tail with her sister, and the two she-cats padded out of the den, close again already. However, she knew that her sister was still angry at her, as Silverpaw was not a very forgiving cat, and it would take a while to earn her trust back. But she would wait forever for it. This was the one relationship she valued so highly over everything else.
Thornstar's voice was stiff, darkened with anger as he regarded the two newly made apprentices. "Train hard, and good luck. I hope to see you two as warriors soon." He meowed, but his voice sounded resigned and cold. He then nodded once before turning around and padding back into his den. "After the ceremony, Silverpaw, Lionclaw, come to my den."
"Goldenpaw! Silverpaw!" The cats chanted, their voices loud with approval. However, Goldenpaw noticed, and she knew her sister did too, that their voices died down a bit when they said Silverpaw. They sounded far more enthusiastic about the deputy's apprentice than they did about Lionclaw's, and some cats didn't even bother to chant her name, instead they looked down at their paws, quiet but also probably angry.
Silverpaw then spat at her sister, untwining their tails and heading back towards the apprentice's den. Her fur was bristling, and her back was arched as she faced Goldenpaw, because she knew her sister would come running after her.
Goldenpaw felt her parents call after her and her sister, but then she heard her mentor's voice. It was low and quiet, but she could detect the words.
"Let your daughters work this out. This is something they need to do." Dawnflight meowed quietly. "If they don't do this, their relationship might never heal."
Goldenpaw burst into the apprentice's den, and stared at her sister. Her twin's eyes blazed with hatred, so much so that Goldenpaw felt a tremor of fear.
Fear of her own sister.
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"How could you?" Silverpaw spat, her eyes ice cold as she glared at her sister. This was all Goldenpaw's fault; if her ridiculous sister hadn't gotten them caught the previous night, then she probably wouldn't have hated Lionclaw as much as she did today. She knew Thornstar didn't assign him to her because he hated her, she knew he assigned him to her because Lionclaw requested it. But she didn't understand why. "How could you do this to me?"
Anger and hatred for her sister surged beneath her pelt, hot fury boiling in her veins. She struggled to keep it under control, curling her claws down into the bottom of the den, digging into the ground. She clenched her teeth so hard she was afraid it would crack. Her heart slammed against her ribs, blood roaring in her ears. She struggled to keep her cool as she stared angrily at the cat before her.
The cat she hated more than anything else in the world.
The cat who had publicly shamed her.
The cat who she would never forgive.
"I…" Goldenpaw looked as if she was at loss of words. "I don't know what you mean!" Her voice was desperate, pleading. "Please! I didn't mean for any of this to happen… I don't know how or why it happened. Please believe me." Her eyes clouded over with sadness and also slight regret as she stared miserably at her sister.
"You made Lionclaw choose me as his apprentice! To punish me. All because he heard our argument that night, and you had said I wasn't your follower. He must have done something, wanted to prove me wrong, to punish me." She shook her head wildly. "If you had never gotten us caught, it wouldn't be like this!"
Then Silverpaw lunged at her sister, knocking her back. Goldenpaw let out a yowl of surprise as she slammed against the wall, her eyes darkening with pain. Silverpaw didn't unsheathe her claws or bite at her sister, but she pinned her sister down, slamming her against the cold, frozen floor. Silverpaw pressed her forepaw heavily against her sister's choke, and heard a choking sound.
"I'm sorry!" Goldenpaw gasped out, sounding strangled.
Sorry? Silverpaw couldn't believe her ears. Her sister was actually saying sorry. As if saying sorry would do any good at all! She hated her sister so much, she was almost afraid of the anger rising inside of her. She wanted nothing more then to make her sister pay; to make the clan realize she was the better sister. This is a minor setback, but they would forgive her. Eventually.
"You should be sorry!" Silverpaw snarled, stepping back and off her sister.
"You're not making any sense!" Goldenpaw suddenly argued, her eyes wide with anger. "You're blaming me for something that isn't my fault! I didn't tell Lionclaw to choose you as his apprentice! I didn't tell Thornstar to make me the deputy's apprentice! Why are you blaming me for this? This is mouse-brained!"
The older sister's eyes widened, the smoky streak along her spine rippling as she twisted, and arched her back, spitting at her sister. "You know what's mouse-brained? Your very own sister betraying you. I know you want me gone, so you can be the one special cat. I know all you want is for yourself to be in the spotlight. You want me lost in your shadow, don't you?" She shook her head. Her sister could be so cruel sometimes. She deserved all of the pain that Silverpaw would someday inflict upon her.
"No!" Goldenpaw's voice was shaky, shocked. "I would never do that! I just want us to be friends again!" She meowed, looking as if she was begging her sister. "I swear to StarClan!"
"You remember when we were kits, and I asked you," Silverpaw drew in a shaky breath. "If you would be my best friend forever? And you promised, and swore to StarClan?" Goldenpaw nodded, her head a blur as she nodded as hard and fast as she could. Silverpaw's face hardened. "Well, you broke that promise, and I will never," Her voice rose to a shriek of anger. "believe you again! I will never forgive you for this. Never!"
"I…" Goldenpaw looked so lonely and sad all of a sudden, stepping back. "I never broke that promise." Her voice cracked. "I want to be your best friend. I really do."
Silverpaw was livid, her eyes glowing with hate as she clouted her sister heavily over the ear. Goldenpaw recoiled from the blow, her eyes wide with shock. "You're a liar!" She shrieked at her sister, eyes wild and pelt bristling. "You're a filthy liar!" She clouted her sister heavily over the ear again, and Goldenpaw whimpered with pain, raising her paws over her face to protect herself.
Then a drop of blood hit the floor, and both sisters seemed to freeze for a heartbeat.
Silverpaw stared at her sister, and Goldenpaw stared back. Golden gazes reflected, memories swimming in both of them. Silver pelts matched, only one of them was dripping blood. Silverpaw's gaze trailed down to her paw, stiffening in shock, as her claws were drenched in blood.
The younger sister had a small cut on her right ear, and then she screamed. "What did I ever do to you?" She cried out, sounding hopelessly distressed. "What did I ever do?"
"You did everything." Silverpaw meowed coldly.
Then Goldenpaw snapped. She lunged at her sister, wrapping her paws around her neck and thrusting her downwards. She clouted her sister over the ear as well. "Now you know how it feels!" She snarled at her sister, eyes darkened with anger. "What it feels like to be hated on! Hit! Hurt by your own sister." Her voice cracked, and then suddenly the weight was off of Silverpaw's back.
Her right ear stung, and she raised a paw to it. As she withdrew it, her pad was smeared with blood. "You…" Silverpaw meowed, her eyes wide.
"I…" Goldenpaw stared at her sister. "I'm so sorry!" She wailed, rushing towards her. "Are you hurt?"
Silverpaw stepped back, fear, hatred, and anger flickering in her eyes. "Get away from me." Her voice was cold enough to freeze fire.
Goldenpaw froze, her eyes scared. "I…"
"I don't care." Silverpaw snarled. "This wound will never heal!"
"This one won't either!"
"Unbelievable." Silverpaw meowed suddenly, her voice dark. "Even with scars. The exact same position." Goldenpaw twitched her ear with shock, and she padded over to the edge of the apprentice's den, and Silverpaw stepped further away from her sister.
There was a small puddle of water, as there was some water leaking from a crack on the ceiling. In the puddle, Silverpaw inspected herself. There was a small nick at the right side of her right ear, near the tip. It wasn't very large, and went almost halfway through. She then inspected her sister's wound. It was a small nick at the right side of her right ear as well, and was also near the tip. It went almost halfway through. Even the wounds were identical.
Both sisters stared, shocked, at each other.
"Goldenpaw? Silverpaw?" A head poked into the apprentice's den. It was Feathercloud's. Her eyes widened with horror as she glanced at her two daughter's, and the splatters of blood tainting the ground of the apprentice's den. The tuft that stuck up behind Goldenpaw's ear was gone, flattened. The scar was in the exact same position. There was no way of knowing who was who.
"Silverpaw, I'm sorry." Shadestrike meowed quietly, his head poking in as well. Then his eyes widened, and he recoiled at the sight.
Silverpaw and Goldenpaw stared at each other, shocked as well.
Silverpaw felt sticky with sweat, and suddenly so cold. Her heart pounded with fear, and her mind whirled as she stepped back from her sister. She was shaking so hard she could barely keep her own balance. Goldenpaw was the exact same.
"The medicine cat's den." Shadestrike meowed firmly. "Now."
Then an idea popped into Silverpaw's head, and she glanced at her sister. Her sister. So vulnerable and so afraid, looking so small and miserable in the corner of the apprentice's den, too cowardly to even face her sister. The hot rage flooded her veins again, the rage at the betrayal, the cold fury spread through her like wildfire. Goldenpaw was a lying, betraying, traitor. She didn't deserve Dawnflight.
Silverpaw turned away from her sister, and with a claw quickly flicked up a tuft of fur behind her right ear. "I'm fine." She meowed, her voice still quivering. "I don't know about Silverpaw, but I'm going to go train with Dawnflight."
She felt her sister's surprise flood off her in waves, and she fixed her sister in a wide stare. "W-what?" She meowed, shocked. "B-but, Silverpaw…"
Silverpaw feigned surprise, her ear twitching. "I'm sorry, sister… I didn't mean to do any of this." She meowed, acting like her kind, her annoyingly kind sister. They could switch back later. She knew her sister was kind, and once she started getting treated like Silverpaw, then she would go apologize to everyone for her. So this way, Silverpaw wouldn't have to put herself at shame to apologize, as her sister would do it for her. "I just got mad…" She confessed, her eyes wide and forcing herself to make her lip quiver.
"It's okay, Goldenpaw." Her mother meowed softly, rushing towards Silverpaw and nuzzling her ear. "Silverpaw will be fine, won't she?"
Goldenpaw still looked bewildered and then she noticed the tuft of fur sticking up behind her sister's ear. Anger clouded her eyes, almost as strong as the hurt that was radiating off of her pelt. "I'm Goldenpaw!" She protested to her parents, begging them. "Please, believe me!"
Silverpaw flashed her sister a cold sneer before wiping it off her face, and fixing her mother in a weak stare. She then dragged her gaze off her mother and fixed it on her sister. "Silverpaw? Are you okay?" She whispered gently, reaching out her tail to her sister. "Did you hit your head when we were tussling?"
"I didn't hit my head!" The real Goldenpaw shouted, her eyes round with anger. "I know that I'm the real Goldenpaw!"
Shadestrike exchanged a worried look with his mate. "Silverpaw, honey…" His voice was so sickly sweet, so kind it stung the real Silverpaw. She felt a flash of remorse, of pity for her sister, but she pushed it away. Shadestrike stepped warily towards his daughter, who he thought was Silverpaw, and pulled her close. She didn't make any noise, just made a muffled, choking noise against his pelt.
"Is she going to be okay?" Silverpaw didn't need to force herself to sound scared, because she was. Her sister would never forgive her for doing this. For stealing her identity. "Is Silverpaw's memory going to fix?"
Goldenpaw then pulled back, and fixed her sister in a cold stare. "You know what?" She meowed brightly, pulling on a fake, overly bright smile. "I was just a bit dizzy. I remember now. I'm Silverpaw, and you're Goldenpaw." She purred, and pressed her muzzle into her sister's shoulder fur.
Silverpaw forced herself not to shake, or to pull away from her sister.
"Thank StarClan." Feathercloud purred in relief, wrapping her tail around her daughter. Shadestrike also smiled, and stroked his daughter's pelt with his tail.
"Goldenpaw, I think you should go train with Dawnflight now. Silverpaw is going to go discuss her punishment with Thornstar." Shadestrike advised lightly.
Silverpaw smiled lightly. Her sister was falling for it; her sister obviously thought that Silverpaw wanted to be her, and she thought that Silverpaw was trying to punish her by forcing her to be Silverpaw, and endure the pain and embarrassment. From the determined glint in her sister's eyes, Silverpaw knew her sister was going to repair her very own reputation, and she wouldn't have to lift a claw. She purred. "I hope Thornstar doesn't give you too bad of a punishment." Then she padded lightly out of the apprentice's den, as if nothing happened.
"Did you and Silverpaw work it out?" Dawnflight inquired, her eyes concerned.
Silverpaw grinned happily. "Everything is perfect."
"I'm glad to hear it." Dawnflight nodded lightly. "Come with me; we are going to go explore the territory."
Silverpaw turned around, and watched Goldenpaw fix her with a defiant stare, before lifting her chin and padding up to Highledge, prepared to face Thornstar.
A cold smirk split Silverpaw's face.
Everything was going perfectly; and the best part was, that she felt almost no regret for tricking her sister like this.