Chapter 5

Faithpaw was glad when Clockpaw had disappeared into the crowd. Breathing a sigh of relief, he turned and saw that the leaders were jumping from the pine tree. They called to their Clans in unison.

But as Faithpaw started to move foreword, a silvery she-cat padded up to him.

She looked at him up through eyes, giving a serious, intense expression. "Hello there," She said sexily, in a voice full of 'oomph.' "You must be Faithpaw. What an interesting, nice name. I'm Silvertail."

She smelled of AirClan, and Faithpaw's fur went up. "Nice to meet you," He said, trying to slip away.

She was right behind. "Faithpaw, you are so handsome. Why don't you come back to the clearing with me? I've got something to show you."

"I'm not interested," He said nervously, trying to get away again.

This time Silvertail dove in front of him, blocking the way foreword. "Oh Faithpaw, you seem so lonely," She said in the same sexy, breathy voice. "But so am I."

He stared at her, into her bright yellow eyes. Then he began to back away. "Go away," He whispered.

She stared at him intensely, smirking. Faithpaw gasped inwardly as he saw the cats had already left the island and were disappearing! He was stuck here with the creepy Silvertail.

"Faithpaw…I can see your longing," She whispered, stepping closer. He moved back. She stepped closer. He stepped back. Closer. Back. Closer. Back. Closer. Back. Closer. Slam!

Faithpaw slammed right into the circle of bushes. He looked around. Silvertail was approaching. There were bushes all around him, making a circle. He was trapped. And he didn't know how to fight.

"Faithpaw," She said, voice even quieter as she moved closer, "I know what you want…I see the longing in your eyes…" She looked at him now as if they both shared something terrible, something sad and deep.

"I long for the same things." She shook her head slowly, sadly, fiddling with the shells on the sand. "Sit back, Faithpaw. Rest your worried soul."

Faithpaw's mind was calculating furiously. Maybe if I obey her I'll have more of a chance to get away, he thought. Yes, that'll probably work. He sat down slowly, carefully.

"I've never taken a mate before, Faithpaw," Silvertail mewed. "All the toms died out when I was an apprentice, before I got the chance."

He stared at her, eyes darting around, searching for a way out if she struck.

She looked up at him now. "Faithpaw, let's join together and fix our longings….lets fix them…together."

He glanced at her briefly. Maybe if I darted over her head I could roll out of the bushes….

"Faithpaw, have you ever seen a she-cat does when she wants a certain special tom?"

He glanced at her briefly again. "No." he said coldly, glad that it sounded nice and mean.

"Well now you can…" she whispered. And to his utter horror, she came foreword, leaning down, pressing herself to him.

Faithpaw screamed, nice and loud and shrill for a tom. He tried to fight, but she was holding him there, flipping herself onto his belly…

"NO!" With a mighty yell, Silvertail was flung from him. Faithpaw lay shuddering on his side, the rough ground against his flank. He watched as Silvertail was thrown into the air. She hurtled foreword and disappeared from view. A splash was heard moments later.

"You're strong," Faithpaw commented to Siftpaw.

She sat down, licking her paw. "I know," She said in the same dreamy voice, sounding surprisingly optimistic. "I have a good mentor."

"How'd-how'd you find me?" Faithpaw asked, out of breath from his fear.

"You scream really well." She was grinning as she looked up at him.

Faithpaw couldn't help but smile. "Thanks so much…I wasn't quite sure what she was doing. There was a lot of body all over and a lot of strength…"

"She was going to rape you," Siftpaw mewed. "Silvertail's addicted to toms, Faithpaw."

"She's in your Clan?" he guessed.

Siftpaw rolled her eyes. "Yeah."

"And I thought Clockpaw was creepy," Faithpaw muttered to himself.

Siftpaw heard. "You know Clockpaw?"

"Sorta," He mewed, waving it away with his paw.

"They say she got hit a bit hard when she was born. Mental, you know."

"I think she is mental," Faithpaw agreed, "She keeps asking me if I'm sure I'm a tom."

"They say she likes she-cats."

"You mean she's gay?"

"She could be," Siftpaw mewed, "Nobody likes her because of it. They're too freaked out. She's actually really nice."
"Oh."

"Anyway, both of us should get back t our Clans, because everyone will freak out if your missing."

"Sadly."

They both started off, jumping onto the tree bridge in unison and padding across silently.

Siftpaw broke off after they passed WaterClan territory, departing for AirClan. She turned around and saw him, smiling slightly.

"I'll see you around, Faithpaw."

"Alright."

She padded up the slope, passed a huge, hollow oak and disappeared over the ridge.

Fiathpaw turned the other way and headed back to MidnightClan. His mind was spinning. Utterly spinning.

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