Birdpaw gawked at me. I stared at the gray warrior. She stood on a large rock at the border of the clearing. The she-cat's lips were pulled back in a snarl. The hostile glare on her face pierced through me. "Who is that?" Birdpaw asked Brightwater.

"That, is Silverbrook, FirClan's deputy and greatest warrior yet. She will be their leader soon enough. Snowstar is on her last life."

"Why does she look like Rainpaw?"

"What? She doesn't look like Rain-" She looked at me, her stare trained on my face.

"Is Rainpaw related to Silverbrook?" Birdpaw continued, unfazed by Brightwater's confusion.

"Umm. No." Brightwater stammered. "Silverbrook's only kit disappeared two moons after they were born." She looked away from me clearly hiding something. And I was determined to find out what.

(Silverbrook's POV)

I looked past the other four. I focused only on her. She was beautiful. She look exactly like me. I looked exactly like her. The way her long gray fur glowed blue in the glaring sunlight. The way her blue eye were startlingly bright in the suns rays. It's like my kit found another home. I dismissed the thought. My only kit wandered off in the middle of the night and was probable eaten or starved or something. This AirClan apprentice was not my kit.

The AirClan stared at me like I was from StarClan themselves. But I understood. "Silverbrook? What do you see?" I looked back at the rest of my patrol. I saw Thornpelt, Littlepaw, Blackclaw, Dapplepaw and Leafheart. Blackclaw was the one who spoke.

"I see an AirClan patrol."

"Lets get them!" Littlepaw and Leafheart pushed past me. I jumped off the rock and chased after them. By the time I made it to the border the battle had already begun.

I pounced on a small pale tortoiseshell she-cat from behind. She shrieked and clawed at me repeatedly. I bit her tail and sent her scampering back over the border.

Turning I saw my duplicate.

"Hi." She gazed up at me.

"Um. Hi." I replied, unsure.

"Why do we look the same?" She interrogated.

"I don't know. I replied simply, pushing away the tugging though of my lost kit.

She stared at me deeply. "Oh. Okay." She brushed past me, I jumped at the light touch of her soft glossy fur.

She paused, staring at her paws she said "By the way, my name is Rainpaw." I peered at her. Rainpaw? Like my lost Rainkit? "Oh. I know your name is Silverbrook." She turned and glided away.

I gaped at her. She swished her tail to and fro as she sauntered back into her territory. I shook my head, I must forget about this I have bigger and better things to worry about, like being deputy for StarClan's sake. I scolded myself.

I pushed through the lichen, curtain that blocked the entrance to the camp. I squeezed my way through the thorny tunnel through the bracken barrier. I lifted my head and gazed around camp. I smiled, why did I need a kit when I had this family. I watched as my sister, Lightningstorm, shared a rabbit with her mate, Darkfur.

I padded into the twisted hazel bush that sheltered the warriors den. I circled in my nest and settled down. I rested my chin on the edge of the soft nest. As I slowly diminished into sleep I thought of my past mate, Liontail. His soft golden tabby fur floated in front of my eyes. His gentle, generous, his beautiful brown eyes. But of course, that was before he was influenced by evil forces. I sighed, all that was in the past now. I didn't love the golden warrior anymore.