Wow. I haven't updated in so long. Anyway, I'm sorry about that.
Replying to reviews...
Warriorwriter27: Thanks! And no, she doesn't know yet. That's the entire problem. But a bunch of stuff happens in this chapter, before she goes to ShadowClan (that doesn't happen yet, not even in this chapter).
Leaf that Flies Through Wind: Thank you! Here's your update...
Madison: Thanks. Really? I didn't like the name 'Swiftheart' that much, because it doesn't really make sense if you think about it. But if you like it, good for you! :D
Redfeather: Thank you so much! I'm sorry, I can't make her love a ShadowClan cat because... well, she already has Tigerpaw. But if you want your pen-name in the story, I can make Frostpaw's kit (later on) Redkit. However, I don't think she'll get her warrior name in the story, sorry! But please keep reading and reviewing!
Writing with a Smile: Yeah, that's fine. It's okay. Thanks. The test... okay... well, it was more for Snowpaw. (Frostpaw: The things I do for her! :D) I put in the patience to show that having the deputy as a mentor isn't just about fighting. Thank you so much!
Mapleshade Returns: It's fine. You'll have to read on to see what happens between them. By the way, I like Mapleshade, too! LOL.
Anyway, now, onto the story...
Frostpaw looked into the clear, welcoming amber eyes of Tigerpaw, who pressed his warm fur against hers. This sent warmth tingling in her spine, and she purred softly as Tigerpaw's tail touched her cheek. "You're doing fine, you know. Silverfrost likes having you as an apprentice." However, there was a darker gleam in his eyes that Frostpaw didn't understand.
It had been a half-moon since the brief switch, and now, the two she-kits were back to normal. "What's wrong?" Frostpaw asked, looking up into Tigerpaw's amber eyes. Tigerpaw lowered his head to his paws and did not reply.
"I should go," he mewed, then slipped away without another word.
Frostpaw watched him go, a confused gleam in her bright blue eyes. Snowpaw bounded over to her, then shot a glare at her, then at Tigerpaw, who didn't seem to notice. "Frostpaw?"
"Yeah?" Frostpaw turned her head to face her sister.
Snowpaw lowered her head to her paws, not replying. Then, she looked back up at Frostpaw, her blue eyes blazing as she saw Tigerpaw turn back to smile at Frostpaw. Then, as Snowpaw spoke, her voice was quiet.
"Why are you so special?" Though soft, her voice was laced with hatred and bitterness. There was so much venom in her voice that Frostpaw didn't know how to answer. "What makes you different?"
"I don't know!" Frostpaw gasped, her eyes filling with tears.
Even her own sister, her identical sister, seemed to hate her. But why was it so hard for her? Frostpaw felt her paws shake, and she let a single tear slide down her white cheek as she stared desperately at Snowpaw, willing her to reply.
Instead, Snowpaw turned her head away from her, then slowly lowered her tail before bounding away, out into the forest.
"Wait!" Frostpaw cried, her voice cracking as she watched her sister race away. Her heart throbbed, leaping into her throat. She felt Tigerpaw brush behind her, signaling his return. He pressed softly against her, staring into her eyes. Frostpaw pulled away. "Leave me alone, Tigerpaw."
This is your fault. That was left unsaid.
Frostpaw ignored the ginger tom's gasp of hurt as he drew back, pulling his dark tabby tail away from her, the look in his green eyes changing from one of comfort to one of shock and anguish.
Frostpaw turned away and bounded into the forest after Snowpaw.
There she was.
Snowpaw nodded coldly as Frostpaw padded towards her. Even the simple gesture made Frostpaw shiver, and wonder if this was even her sister anymore. "What do you want, Frostpaw?"
"Who are you?"
Snowpaw looked mildly surprised at the question, but her lip curled as she spoke. "I'm Snowpaw, an apprentice of ThunderClan, who is basically a piece of foxdung to most cats."
Frostpaw ignored the last part. "But no! I want you the way you were when we were kits! I wanted a cat I could call my sister!"
"You want a pile of foxdung as your sister," Snowpaw echoed. Apparently, grief and anger at being cast into the shadows had taken a toll on Snowpaw's personality, twisting it and leaving the white she-cat depressed and lonely over the past half-moon. "How interesting."
"No... I want Snowpaw as my sister."
Almost as soon as she had finished speaking, Frostpaw stumbled back, landing on the ground as Snowpaw bowled her over, pinning her down. With a shock, Frostpaw realized that her claws were unsheathed, drawing blood. Snowpaw raked her claws down her cheek, hissing furiously.
"It's easy for you to say that."
Frostpaw gasped for breath, flanks heaving. "No, it isn't! I'm glad I have an identical sister!"
"Ah." Snowpaw's teeth dug into her shoulder, causing Frostpaw to yowl. "So all you wanted was to have some cat identical to you. Just to be special." She spat out the last word with venom dripping from her voice. "But what was I? Did I mean nothing to you, too?"
"No!" Frostpaw struggled, but Snowpaw held her down firmly, claws digging into her chest. "I'm glad you were my sister! I wouldn't have wished otherwise!"
"Yeah, right."
Frostpaw flinched as she heard distrust roll of Snowpaw, her own sister's, jaws. What had Snowpaw become? What happened to that young, playful she-kit that Frostpaw had always loved and trusted with her life?
"No." Snowpaw's grip loosened on her, but Frostpaw didn't dare to struggle.
"What?"
"You have no idea how it feels to be shoved to the side every day. It's like being thrown against rocks and thorns, where no one cares as you're left to die there, giving away so much blood..."
Frostpaw flinched.
"...so you deserve to feel the same." Those words sent a shiver down Frostpaw's spine. What was Snowpaw going to do to her?
"W-what do you mean?" Frostpaw asked.
"You will soon realize how I feel every day." Snowpaw released her. "Now, let me introduce myself to you... my name is Frostpaw."
"What?"
"And your name is Snowpaw."
"What in the name of StarClan happened to you both?" Silverfrost, Frostpaw's mentor, and Featherheart, Snowpaw's mentor, padded over to them as they bounded into camp. "You're covered in blood and scratches!"
"We got into a fight with a rogue," Snowpaw mewed smoothly, before Frostpaw could say anything.
Silverfrost nodded, seeming convinced. "All right. Go and help your sister get cleaned up... er..."
"Frostpaw." Frostpaw looked up as Snowpaw said her name, then let out a soft sigh. But would her sister be satisfied? From the look Snowpaw gave her, she realized that they wouldn't be themselves again for a long while. "And that's Snowpaw." She pointed her tail at Frostpaw.
Frostpaw sighed. It has begun.
I gave you all a lot of information in this chapter! Snowpaw's not evil, is she (I'm talking about the real one)?
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