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Disclaimer: I, sadly, am not Erin Hunter. Or one of them. I claim no rights whatsoever to the Warriors cats books.
Chapter Three
Silver stared up at the huge scary tom, shivering. Water dripped from her fur. Her teeth were chattering so much she could hardly think to talk.
But the glare from the tom forced her to.
"I'm S-Silver." She hated how her voice came out in a squeak.
"Silver," the tom repeated, lashing his thick black tail. "Why are you here?"
"I-I..." What could she say? "I don't know."
The black tom blinked. "Um... what's that supposed to mean?"
"I don't know," Silver said again. She paused. "I want..." She trailed off. The tom lurking over her wasn't helping.
Suddenly, she wished she were back at home, curled up in her warm nest, begging Grandma to tell her stories. Why had she left? What was she doing here?
"I want to go home!" she mewed, shaking from cold and fear.
Looking uncomfortable, the black tom stared at her. "What do you do with kits?" he muttered. "Uh, I'm Shadefur. Do you want to come with me?"
"No," Silver told him.
Shadefur's shoulders slumped. "Now what?" he said to the sky. He looked back down at Silver. "Come with me...?"
Silver shook her head. She really didn't want to go with him.
"Fine," he grumbled. Abruptly, he seized Silver's scruff and raced off.
Silver gazed at the ground rushing by under them. She curled her body up and tried to keep herself from brushing against the ground.
"Where are we going?" she mewed above the noise of his pounding feet.
"To BrightClan," Shadefur said, meowing around her scruff.
Silver's eyes widened. BrightClan! They were going to BrightClan! She would finally find out what it was!
She swung over the grasslands. At last, the pair arrived at a sharp dip in the nearly flat grasslands. Opening her jaws to taste the air, Silver's eyes widened. She could smell the cats! The many, many cats whose scent had brought her here!
Slowing, Shadefur carried Silver down a narrow path, into the dip. He set her down.
There was still grass here, though it was shorter and even softer on Silver's paws. She flexed her claws into the spongy dirt, letting them sink in to the moist ground. She sat at the edge of a clearing, much bigger than her home. Dens lined the edges, much like hers by the marsh, except they were woven from tall grass instead of reeds.
"BrightClan," Shadefur said gruffly. "Wait here." He vanished into a den at the far end of the clearing.
Silver waited. This was BrightClan. But what exactly was it?
Sorry for the wait! There will be another long wait as well, as I'll be away for a while, and have a LOT to write, both Fanfiction related and not.
Thank you all for taking the time to read and review (hint, hint) my story. Again, thank you AmberyAmber!