Disclaimer: I don't own Warrior Cats sadly and I never will! Warriors belongs to Erin Hunter.

CHAPETER 4

Pearlpaw began to cough. Leafpaw and Silverpaw rose to their feet and flashed to their friends side in a heartbeat.

"Open your eyes! Pearlpaw!" Leafpaw screamed, shaking Pearlpaw.

"Huh?" Pearlpaw muttered, opening her sapphire eyes and glaring up at Silverpaw and Leafpaw. "Oh, it's you."

Quickly, she was pressed with questions, as Pearlpaw sat up and changed into a sitting position.

"Hey, shouldn't you be in Cinderpelt's den now since you ate that poisoned rabbit?" Silverpaw asked.

Nobody could blame her if she had sneaked out though. The Clan had shunned these three apart from a few people. Even Sandstorm hated Leafpaw, Spottedleaf had been more of a mother.

Flashback:

Leafkit nosed her way to Sandstorm.

"Mummy, do you love me?" She asked.

"No." Sandstorm flatly replied. "You're a failure."

Leafkit's huge amber eyes watered. "I'm sorry."

Sandstorm growled and pinned her kit. "You will never be as good as Sunkit and Squirrelkit! I should just kill you!"

Leafkit's eyes widened at the thought of her mother killing her. She closed her eyes as Sandstorm took a paw back, and unsheathed her claws.

"Goodnight, mummy." Leafkit murmured, closing her eyes.

"That won't be necessary, Sandstorm." A sweet silvery voice told Sandstorm.

"S-Spottedleaf?!" Sandstorm growled. "Stay away from my Firestar!"

"I can't promise." Spottedleaf smirked and bowled Sandstorm over. "Leafkit is like my daughter! I was chosen as her guardian to protect her! Leave her now!"

End of Flashback.

"Yes." Pearlpaw panted. She passed a paw over each spray of whiskers, before taking in a deep breath. "StarClan came for me."

Silverpaw's eyes widened and she blinked. "WHAT?!" She howled.

"Then shouldn't you be in StarClan?" Leafpaw asked timidly.

"Right." Pearlpaw nodded, to which Leafpaw and Silverpaw gaped. "But for some reason, they carried my body as well as my spirit before a cat with a blue-grey pelt appeared and they dropped me. Silverpaw, Leafpaw, I know this is a bit sudden.. But.. I think we have gifts.. No. I know we have gifts."

Silverpaw gasped. The cat with the blue-grey pelt MUST have been Bluestar!

"If that is true, Pearlpaw, I think I know yours." Leafpaw considered after some thinking.

"Eh?" Pearlpaw shrieked.

"Remember when we were kits? You predicted something.. I can't remember now but I remember feeling happy when you got it right. It came true! You must be able to see the future!" Leafpaw exclaimed.

Pearlpaw took a step back before she took a few seconds to process the information. "Now that I think about it.. That's true.." Pearlpaw thought aloud slowly.

Silverpaw blinked at her sister in pride, and looked forward to the deep blue lake, the three she-cats stopped and sat down, their pelts ruffling in the breeze, before she screamed, "Mousedung!"

Pearlpaw and Leafpaw held their breath. What was wrong with their brown/silver haired friend?

"It's dawn!" Silverpaw shouted.

Pearlpaw yelped in fear of Cinderpelt and Sunpaw's hard gazes and legged it back to the camp, all signs of being sick vanished.

"What should we do, Silverpaw?" Leafpaw whispered.

Silverpaw froze. Today was battle training. But, she had come up with a great idea.

"We gotta hunt real quick." Silverpaw decided.

"Aye!" Leafpaw nodded and the two cats raced down the path, away from the rocks, and back into the heart of ThunderClan's hunting grounds. Leafpaw's hunting instinct turned on, and she swiftly closed her eyes. She began to rely on her other senses, before she noticed something off about Silverpaw's scent. Her eyes flew open to see Silverpaw looking at her in disbelief.

Silver magnetic pulses radiated out of Leafpaw's pelt every second, and she seemed to attract prey. Leafpaw herself didn't understand it. Squirrels crawled down trees, mice peeked around every corner.

"Wow." Silverpaw breathed, and Silverpaw turned to see Leafpaw gazing with instinct, and suddenly she vanished. The prey vanished.

"Leafpaw?" Silverpaw asked cautiously.

Suddenly the prey reappeared, dead. Silverpaw's fear went into overdrive and she backed away, her pelt bristling with fear. She looked down to her pelt - anything to stop this feeling, and she looked in horror as her beautiful dark brown part of her pelt started to shrink before her eyes as her silver part began to dominate.

"Oh my StarClan." She gasped.

Finally, one last starling appeared, and Leafpaw appeared in a soft focus, before she solidified into the Leafpaw Silverpaw knew, but was looking down at the perfect circle around her with the look of terrified horror on her pretty face.

"Silverpaw.. What am I?" Leafpaw cried.

"A normal cat." She assured her friend, and she stepped closer for comfort Leafpaw put her head over Silverpaw's shoulder before she drew back, with tears stained on her muzzle.

Silverpaw looked her fiercely in the eye. "You are a perfect she-cat! You have a gift from StarClan! Not some warped terrifying gift, okay."

Leafpaw looked at her friend with burning compassion and tears in her eyes, before her eyes steeled up and she blinked in thanks.

Silverpaw swung her muzzle around, her forest green eyes catching every detail on the scene. "But.. How are we gonna carry this fresh-kill back to camp?"

Leafpaw blinked. She didn't know either.

Silverpaw sighed and shook her pretty face from side to side before she didn't see in front of her.

It demolished to white, before her eyes opened. But she was in a different place as blue-grey paws scrambled onto two boulders, sending tiny rocks flying.

In front of her stood a white apprentice with grey ear-tips.

"Careful!" A grumpy senior voice cautioned. "Your Clanmates could be following."

"Sorry." Silverpaw felt herself grumble with a different voice. Time froze and Silverpaw flew out of her body.

Quickly, she panicked. "Hey! Let me back in my-"

Turning around, Silverpaw stared at the freeze frame in wonder. In front of her, instead of a sleek brown-silver pelt, there was a fluffy, dark blue-grey pelt, and instead of warm forest eyes, there were big, wide aquamarine eyes.

Silverpaw gasped. That wasn't her! It was a mini Bluestar! 'Wait!' She thought. 'This could be Bluestar as an apprentice.'

She swiveled around to see her surroundings. She was sitting on a massive boulder. In front of Bluestar- or Bluepaw in the distance was the white haired grey ear tipped she-cat running across the ravine. Silverpaw realized it had played again, and Bluepaw turned. Silverpaw peered over and saw a grey tom padding towards Bluepaw.

She guessed this grey tom was Bluepaw's mentor, as he was now showing her how to carry moss, and Bluepaw sending him a look sharper than flint.

She heard a purr rumble that didn't fit in with the scene and smelt a comforting scent. Rosemaryflower.

"Rosemaryflower!" Silverpaw gaped. Her eyes brimmed with tears as Rosemaryflower brushed her soft pelt against her own.

"Silverpaw." Rosemaryflower nodded, before chuckling. "I was only a kit, but that grey tom is Stonepelt, the blue one is obviously Bluestar, and the white one is Snowfur, Bluestar's sister."

Silverpaw nodded, draining the information. From her knowledge, she had two mentors, one was a Clan leader. She had a RiverClan mate, three kits and one sister who got run over. Not to forget one nephew and her sisters mate was her rival.

Rosemaryflower smiled and licked Silverpaw between her ears. "Wake, little one." She felt dreariness take over her and she blinked, opening her eyes to be once again in front of Leafpaw.

"Silverpaw? You were gazing into the distance." Leafpaw asked in deep concern as the Silverpaw she knew a minute ago, changed. Leafpaw felt more wisdom trickling through Silverpaw's blood.

"I know how to get all this prey back to camp!" Silverpaw smiled.

"Oh?" Leafpaw asked, silently telling Silverpaw to continue.

"Right!" Silverpaw brightly grinned. "You pick up fresh-kill but hold it where your chin is and pick more prey up."

Leafpaw's eyes glittered, and the two she-cats did exactly what Bluestar- no Bluepaw and Stonepelt did, and before they knew it, they were streaking towards camp in bright spirits.

Looking around, they saw dawn seeping heavily through the sky and throughout the clearing. They nodded as Firestar passed them.

WAIT.. FIRESTAR?!

He turned to face the two apprentices, not noticing Leafpaw's prey in both their jaws and under their chins. "Where have you been?" He demanded.

"Hunting." Came Silverpaw's muffled reply, before the two stiffly padded to the fresh kill pile and dropped their prey on the fresh-kill pile.

Firestar's jaw dropped. "Great StarClan." He murmured. "Take some to the elders and queens please. We have training next."

"Right away, Firestar!" Leafpaw nodded, and ran to the elders den with a thrush in her jaws. But Silverpaw hesitated.

"What is it, Silverpaw?" Firestar asked gently.

Silverpaw blinked up at her ginger mentor. "I want- No. I need to see Pearlpaw!" Silverpaw exclaimed, her eyes brimming with unshed emotion.

Firestar looked straight into her green depths. "Okay." He agreed. "But be back soon."

"Thanks, Firestar." Silverpaw smiled.

"Keep safe, okay?" Silverpaw heard Ferncloud say to Dustpelt.

Silverpaw turned around to see Dustpelt lovingly rub her pelt and Silverpaw felt the tinge of jealousy, before she snapped out of it.

One day she would be addressing the Clan, not mothering kits!

She pulled her legs to the direction of Cinderpelt's den, feeling the warm, hot sunlight burning on her back.

'I wish it could stay like this forever, green-leaf, nothing bothering ThunderClan..' She rambled in her head, but her sweet, innocent thoughts quickly turned to worrying thoughts.

'What if Pearlpaw was still ill?'

Silverpaw cleared those dark thoughts of sorrow out of her head and blinked her warm forest green eyes.

The scent of herbs comforted her as she padded into Cinderpelt's den.

Silverpaw recognized a couple of unattended poppy seeds on the floor and right at the back was Cinderpelt and Sunpaw's moss, the two cats were sleeping and looked extremely exhausted. Beside them, slept Pearlpaw, who had just collapsed on the floor and fell asleep.

Unable to resist, Silverpaw gently prodded the poppy seeds into the nearest green leaf and nosed it towards the stock, where she accidently bumped Sunpaw, and he yawned and sleepily opened his eyes. He blinked them, before he noticed Silverpaw. "Hullo, Silverpaw, what can I do for you? Thorn in your pad?"

"No, I just really need to check on Pearlpaw." Silverpaw told Sunpaw.

"Okay, but care to share prey with me?" Sunpaw asked in a polite manner. Silverpaw scoffed bitterly. He was just keeping up his kind image. He didn't even like his sister. He didn't like Pearlpaw or Silverpaw, but still, Silverpaw's eyes flamed with anxiety.

"Just a small bit." She responded carefully.

"Golly!" Sunpaw exclaimed as he poked his way out of the medicine den. "That's a lot of prey. Sandstorm is such a great hunter, you know?"

"Yeah.." Silverpaw nodded emotionlessly.

"I meant, not to be offensive, but you, Leafpaw and Pearlpaw aren't very good at hunting or fighting." Sunpaw continued.

Hurt gathered up in Silverpaw's eyes and they glittered dangerously. She was about to cry, and nobody cared. 'Father, Teacher, Brother! Come for me tonight.' She pleaded in her mind.

Finally, the two came to a stop at the fresh-kill pile, Silverpaw awkwardly stared into space as Sunpaw picked a plump mouse from the pile and motioned with his tail to sit under the shade. Silverpaw followed his orders without any question.

"So is Pearlpaw okay?" Silverpaw asked.

"Well, yesterday she was vomiting thanks to yarrow, I gave her some juniper berries as well for strength and belly aches, Catmint because of her fever, Chamomile, poppy seeds and thyme. I experimented with her really." Sunpaw answered, and Silverpaw shot to her paws, with the look of pure rage on her face.

"You b*stard!" She screamed, and the Clan was already whispering about the one of the Clan Freaks and the medicine cat apprentice. "You did that to Pearlpaw to experiment?! You cruel little sh*t! Medicine cats are supposed to be kind, heal! Not let it's patients be a crazy lab project!"

Silverpaw's eyes were wide with anger as she pinned Sunpaw down and he stared up at the magnificent, beautiful, yet 'freakish' she-cat in her terrifying rage. Her warm, friendly, forest green eyes turned stone cold.

She didn't notice a beautiful silver she-cat with gray stripes and white tail tip staring in sympathy with her soft sky-blue eyes. She didn't even know who this similar looking kit was.

But Silverpaw was not in the mood, and she stared down in a bloodthirsty blind rage at the struggling young medicine cat.