Here is chapter one. Please review! And join my forum, LightClan!
Meet Silver, one of my newest characters.
Disclaimer: I am not, and never will be, one of the Erins. I do not have a second secret name where the initials are "EH". Sadly, I do not own Warriors, and probably never will.
Chapter One
"One more story!" Silver begged her grandmother. "One more!"
The old gray she-cat sighed tiredly. "When does your mother get back again?"
Silver's tail twitched. "Please?"
The old cat closed her pale gray eyes. "Why don't you take a nap, Silver?"
Silver stood up. "I'm not tired!"
"You should be." The old cat's jaws stretched wide in a yawn. "I am."
"One more story?" Silver begged again. "Pleeeeease?"
A snore answered her. Silver cocked her head. She slowly backed away and left the den.
If Grandma wouldn't tell a story, Silver would make one. She was going exploring.
She looked around the small clearing where she, her mother, and her grandmother lived. They slept in the reed den that sat on the mushy ground. Her mother had told her it was a marsh.
She'd also told Silver to stay in the clearing. Her mother had refused to tell her of the dangers that lurked beyond their home, though she'd said there were many. Today, Silver would find out what they were, and she'd have the best story ever to tell her grandmother.
Maybe she'd even meet another kit to play with. Grandma was boring.
She quietly padded out of the clearing, winding around the reeds. She stepped into an even marshier area, and her paws splashed water all over her fur.
"Mousedung!" Silver hissed as slimy mud covered her gray pelt. She shook herself, but to her dismay, it stuck.
She flattened her ears irritably and splashed forward more, stubbing her paw on the edge of hard land. She gratefully pulled herself out of the muddy water and stood on the dry ground. The wind pushed against her flank. There was no cover around her to stop it. Silver padded forwards more, and stepped onto a stretch of short green stalks. She hadn't seen this before! She sniffed it and grabbed a few strands between her jaws to show to her grandmother.
She walked on through the vast stretches of the endless plant, delighted at the soft feel of it under her paws. Silver wondered if it went on forever.
She started running, squealing joyfully as the wind changed direction and began to push her forward even more rapidly. Faster and faster! Silver would never slow down! She was the fastest cat anywhere! Exhilaration pulsed in her veins.
But then she came to a stream and stopped, panting. She put down her stands of the plant and took a long drink. The water here tasted much better than in the clearing! Sweeter, without the faintest taste of mud.
Silver finally sat up, and looked across the stream, where more of the short green plant grew. She wondered if she could cross it without getting wet.
She took a step forward, and the wind changed direction. It blew across the stream, carrying with it the smell of the green plants. And something else...
Silver wrinkled her nose as she smelled the strange scent. She opened her mouth to scent it better. It smelled like... cats. Lots of them, many more than Silver had ever seen or heard! And they all smelled the same, like they were all one big family.
Silver wondered if there were kits her age over there. She took another step forward.
A voice meowed behind her. "Silver? What are you doing here?"
Silver jumped and spun around. Her mother stood there looking very cross indeed, her black pelt sharp against all the green behind her.
Silver looked up at her. "I... I wanted to explore!"
Her mother's green eyes, exactly like Silver's own, narrowed. "I told you not to leave the clearing! You're only two moons old!"
Silver wailed. "I was bored! And Grandma fell asleep!"
Her mother huffed. Without warning, she grabbed Silver's scruff roughly and raced off.
"My plants!" Silver reached out to where the strands of the plant lay. "I have to show them to Grandma!"
Her mother didn't pause. She ran across the land, much faster than Silver had gone. Soon she reached the reeds and darted around them, her paws not getting the slightest bit wet. They reached the clearing and her mother set Silver down.
"Just look at you! You're covered in mud!"
Silver shook her pelt again, the mud still sticking. Her mother sighed.
Her grandmother's voice came from the den. "Is that you, Olive?" She poked her gray-furred head out of the den. She frowned. "Why are you covered in mud?"
Her mother answered. "Pebble, I found her out in the grasslands."
The old she-cat sighed and lugged the rest of her body out of the reed den. "Why is it that when you're mad at me you call me by my name?"
"She was about to cross the stream into BrightClan territory."
BrightClan? Silver wondered. She spoke out loud. "What's BrightClan?"
No one answered her.
"But she didn't?" her grandmother checked.
"No." Olive glanced at her daughter. "Because I stopped her."
Grandma nodded. "Thank goodness you did. But the important thing is that she's safe."
Silver's mother snorted. "The important thing? Why weren't you watching her?"
"I fell asleep."
"You said you'd watch her! You said you'd keep both eyes on her at all times!" Her mother started pacing. "Why didn't you? Can't I trust you?"
Her grandmother stepped in front of Silver's mother, stopping her. She looked her in the eyes. "Olive. You know you can trust me. But, you also know I'm getting older." She laughed. "Silver's got the spirit of a Clan cat. I can't stop her from being curious."
Her mother shook her head. "She can't be one of them."
"But she's like them."
Silver was growing irritated. She hated being ignored. "What's BrightClan? What's a Clan cat? What's grassland?"
Her grandmother purred and strolled over to her. "You were on grassland. Didn't you like the grass?"
Silver's eyes lit up. "The green stems?"
"Yes, dear."
"I loved it. I was going to bring you some, but..." Silver glared at her mother.
Grandma's whiskers twitched. "That's alright Silver."
Silver looked up at the old gray she-cat hopefully. "What about Clan cats? And BrightClan? What are they?"
Her mother spoke before Grandma could. "Another time. When you're older. Now, you need to get that mud off and go to sleep!"
"I'm not tired!" Silver protested. Her eyes drooped. "And I want to know now!"
"You will sleep!" Silver's mother said firmly.
"That way," Grandma meowed, "you'll have lots of energy to tell me about your adventure in the morning."
"And you'll tell me about-"
"Maybe."
Silver perked up. She let herself be guided into the den as her mother cleaned the mud off her. She let her eyes slowly slip closed, and, exhausted from the day's adventure, began to doze off.
Dimly, as if from far away, she heard her grandmother and mother talking.
"How'd it go?" Grandma asked.
There was a long pause. "MistClan has divided more."
"And?"
Her mother sighed. "I don't think there's any hope for them."
Silver fell asleep before she could hear any more. She dreamed of running so fast that she flew, soaring up over the grasslands and landing where the secrets lay.
Well... what do you think? Is it worth continuing? Do I need to stop writing? Should I do nothing else? I'd love to hear from you!