Prologue
It started in the middle of a battle against Shadowclan. I stood stiff and I didn't know what to do. Mewing? No. I just stood and watch my clan mates suffer in their own battle. And I was 4 moons, how could I fight? I'm barely an apprentice.I looked over to see Darkstripe failing in the corner. I had to help him! Even if I was a tiny kit, I had to. I closed my eyes and charged at the bleeding tom and unsheathed my claws, swiped and injured the jet-black tom in front of me. He just laughed and pinned me down, I've seen warriors do this before, I pretended I was defeated, I was a kit so they had to believe it! He loosened his grip and I bolted up and swiped again, making him blind. I was about to jump and swipe again until I was snatched and carried away. I squirmed but the cat held, then threw me against a huge stone.
"Stay!" He growled and bounded off. And what was I supposed to do? Stay? No way! I leaped off and was snatched up again. 'What is HAPPENING!!' I screamed in my mind. The cat carrying me was a tall white tom with ginger and grey fur on his back. He carried me swiftly through bushes and trees. He soon dropped me down onto the ground at somewhere like a normal camp. With the Highrock and everything, like Thunderclan.
"Swiftbreeze. I knew I could trust you." She gently told the tom.
"Thank you Ravenstar." The cat bowed his head at Ravenstar proudly.
"Now," she said sternly,"Her fighting?"
"Like warrior!" Swiftbreeze chuckled.
"As we thought."
Ravenstar then leaped across the area onto the Highrock and yowled a meeting. All sorts of cats, like a normal camp, came running out of dens. Swiftbreeze pushed me onto the Highrock softly beside Ravenstar.
"For this day onward," Ravenstar announced, "This young kit, even at four moons, shall be an apprentice."
I heard other cats murmuring in amazement.
"For this day onward, this kit, shall be named Silverpaw, as her fur shines brightly silver in the moonlight."
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