Chapter 2, part 1
I do not own warriors.
Silver's Pov
I watched over the lake for about a year after that. I knew my siblings were safe, and I saw them sometimes. I never went near them though. I would watch from a far. That way I wouldn't have to face them. I knew that Ginger had been in many fights with the neighboring groups. She was now scarred. Long ones that ran down her back and sides, and others that were on her face. Her fur was short, but she was strong. Shine had long fur and was now also battle scarred. But they didn't show like Ginger's.
I now had a home in a cave near the top of the mountain. No one could reach me unless they knew where the second path was. It wound from the back of the mountain, around, to my cave. Above it, there was an old garden. I suspect that a twoleg must have lived up here at one time. Why? I don't know. Twolegs are crazy. Whatever it was, the nest was gone. Now a complete herb garden was up here. I water it daily with water from my cave.
Often times I help the rouges. The sick ones, I bring up to my cave. I grab them by the scruff and carry them up. I heal them, and then carry them back down. I've been known by many names, but the one that comes around a lot is 'The Silver Shadow.' Probably because I worked at night, and only let the old ones see my face, unless they were really sick and had to stay at my cave. There was this one old rogue who officially dubbed me 'The Silver Shadow,' but that's another story. (See 'My name doesn't matter')
There was this one cat who liked to steal kits as revenge. No matter how many times I took them back, he never learned his lesson. That's how my simple life really got interesting. That idiot rogue decided to take a kit from Thunderclan.
End Silver's Pov
"My kit! He's gone!" The queen wailed while her mate tried to calm her down. An intruder had snuck in and took little Greykit from his nest while the clan slept. Firestar watched as his clan was in turmoil, searching for the kit. "Brambleclaw!" He called. "I need you to watch over the clan, while I lead a patrol to find him." "Alright Firestar." He answered. "Jaggedsnow, Goldleaf, Scarface, and Dustpelt! I need you for a patrol!" As the four cats came forward, Firestar told of his plan. "We are going to find this rogue and get back Greykit at all costs." He said. "Firestar," Jaggedsnow started. He was a young warrior with a white coat and red markings on his back that looked like wings. "What if we ask around? The other rogues are bound to know where he is." Goldleaf, Scarface and Dustpelt nodded their heads in agreement. "Alright, let's do it."
It wasn't long when they found an old rogue. "Greetings," Firestar started. "We are here to ask you if you have any information on a kit stealing rogue." The old tom, which went by the name of Rex, said, "That sounds like Fighter. He steals kits just for the fun of it. I think I have a friend who can help. She often fights that tom and takes the kits back to their mother. But she only works at night. I only know her 'cause I'm old." "What's her name?" Firestar asked. "Eh? She don't have a name. We all call her the Silver Shadow. I asked about it once, but I don't remember what she said it was. She don't use it anymore." He replied, as they walked. They walked until they came the edge of a mountain.
"That be her den, way up there." Rex said. As they looked up, they saw a gaping hole. It reminded Firestar vaguely of Mother Mouth. "Hey Sil!" He shouted. "You up there?" Everyone else just looked at him like he was insane. It would take even the strongest warriors some time to get up the steep climb. With that, the old rogue began to climb up. "You young ones should start your climb." Before they were on the second rock, a flash of silver darted out of the cave and down the rocks. "How many times do I have to tell you Rex! Don't climb up here unless I'm with you! If you really want up, take the other path!" Said a very irritated she-cat. "Come on Silver, This path is faster and funner." Rex replied. Silver just hmphed and pulled the old tom up by his scruff. They all watched in amazement as she scaled the rocks without showing any sign of struggling. Even with the extra weight of the tom, she still made remarkable leaps, better than any warrior by the lake.
By the time the five warriors reached the cave, Silver was nowhere in sight. Rex was just sitting in the middle of the cave. "So, where did Silver go?" asked Jaggedsnow. "She's watering her plants. I don't understand why she devotes so much time to them but she does." Rex waved his tail at them as if to say 'follow me,' and lead them up a very small climb. It was only about two rocks. When they got to the top, they saw the silver she-cat with water soaked moss. She was watering a plethora of herbs in the same fashion as Jayfeather! When she was done, she took a seat and said, "State your business." "We are searching for a lost kit." Firestar answered. "Well, he's not here." She growled. "Sis, we think the kit was stolen. Rex said that there was a cat that liked to steal them. Please help, Glory." Everyone turned and gaped at Goldleaf. "You're talking to Scarface right?" Dustpelt asked. "Nope. I'm talking to my long lost sister. Ain't I right, Glory?" The she-cat's eyes widened in recognition. "Gold? Gold! And Ginger! Sister! Brother!" She exclaimed. She ran up to them and rubbed against them. "So you're telling me this is your long lost sister." Dustpelt said. "Yeah. We went our separate ways when we escaped our twolegs." answered Scarface. "So then, will you help us?"