Skypaw's paws were leading her over to Hawkspirit before she could protest. Once she was face to face with the ShadowClan medicine cat, they touched noses in a friendly greeting.

"Skypaw!" Hawkspirit purred, his eyes shining.

"Hawkspirit," Skypaw returned the enthusiasm. "It's been ages!"

"You don't have to remind me," He replied. "Listen, Skypaw,"

"Yes?" Skypaw's pelt tingled with excitement as he lead her over to the shadows. This had to be important.

"We need to meet here tomorrow night," Hawkspirit's voice was urgent. "We really need to talk about the prophecy. I've been seeing these amber eyes everywhere I go, and they're just stalking me and that's not natura-"

Skypaw's blood turned to ice as she cut him off quickly, "Darkface," She hissed.

"Who's Darkface?" His meow was full of surprise. "You know those eyes?"

"This Dark Forest cat," Skypaw explained. She was about to explain his backstory and how he was the littermate of Willowleaf, but she cut herself off when she saw the leaders start to stand to call the Gathering.

"Cats of the Clans!" Kestrelstar yowled. The clearing fell silent, and Skypaw just decided to sit down where she was, next to Hawkspirit. Hawkspirit copied her movements, wrapping his tail neatly around his paws as he directed his attention to the Clan leaders.

"WindClan is going well!" He declared. "The prey is so plump that we sometimes run past them trying to catch them," Amusement shone in his eyes as the cats in the clearing mrrowed, reflecting his emotion.

Skypaw gazed at the brown tom. He wasn't too young, he wasn't too old. He was the perfect age and always led his Clan wisely with always the best amount of fierceness and humor. She couldn't think of one cat who didn't like the tom that was named after a kestrel's feather.

"We have no further news, except that we are stronger than we ever have been with the sudden abundance of rabbits." Taking a step back and sitting on his branch, he nodded a polite gesture to Splashstar, who stood up.

"The first thing I would like to announce is the death of Swimear." Murmurs of grief for the death of the RiverClan elder echoed throughout the clearing. "He lived a long life, and RiverClan thanks him for his service." Splashstar waited for the voices to die down before continuing.

"Twolegs are starting to pack up and leave due to the colder weather. Leaf-fall is approaching, and we dread for when the lake freezes."

Skypaw hadn't noticed the colder weather. She had too many things on her mind to worry about a little thing like that. She had the twisted words and riddles of Willowleaf and her ancestors to figure out. How long until she was free of them?

"ShadowClan is fierce!" Dapplestar yowled. Skypaw scowled at her, not realizing Hawkspirit was a ShadowClan cat. She murmured an apology to him, but he just flicked her shoulder with his tail in acknowledgement and muttered something she couldn't make out.

"We are strong, and are ready to attack any cat who crosses our borders!" Dapplestar glared at Sunstar, who hissed at her. Yowls of protests came from ThunderClan, including Skypaw, but Hawkspirit murmured things to comfort her and she soon calmed down.

When Dapplestar was done ranting about how ShadowClan was strong, fierce, and the best Clan around the lake, Sunstar took his place at the end of ThunderClan's branch. "We have welcomed back our medicine cat," Purrs erupted from the clearing and Willowleaf politely murmured thank-yous, despite the ThunderClan leader's flat tone. "Featherfur has given birth to four healthy kits to Bumblefoot."

The striped warrior at up straight as purrs and cheers bounced his way. He dipped his head to acknowledge them all at once, letting Sunstar continue quickly. "We too are ready to shred any cat who crosses our borders," His piercing green gaze landed on Dapplestar, who had a smirk plastered on her face as her tail lashed.

Sunstar stepped back, and Splashstar took the opportunity to yowl, "This Gathering is over!"

Skypaw's heart filled with dread. This means her time with Hawkspirit had came to an end.

"Skypaw," Hawkspirit's meow rang through her ears, something she was never tired of hearing. "Remember tomorrow. It'll be here before you know it," The ShadowClan medicine cat's tone was distant, as if he was talking to himself rather than to her.

"I know," She purred.

Turning away after a long moment, she joined her Clanmates and leaped onto the fallen branch, ThunderClan being the first to leave. Skypaw knew Sunstar always strived to appear late and leave early.

~*~

"Get out of my way!" Skypaw hissed, landing a hard blow on Rainpaw's shoulder.

"Never, WindClan scum!" Rainpaw scowled, leaping at her sister.

After ThunderClan had returned to camp after the Gathering, she went straight to her nest. She wasn't hungry, and all she wanted was her time with Hawkspirit to come quicker. Hazelflower and Petalheart had gotten Skypaw and Rainpaw up before dawn to train, Hazelflower reminding her in exactly one moon, she would become a warrior. Skypaw's paws tingled with excitement every day thinking about it, and she was sure to try and thrive as much as she could within her last moon of training.

The three littermates all had muscles shining underneath their pelts, almost fully grown. Skypaw's head trauma was lone gone, and when she wasn't sleeping or on patrol, she begged Hazelflower to take her out. Sunstar spent most of his time in his den, only conversing with Russetsky every once in awhile.

As much as Skypaw didn't want to admit it because it was purely for training only, she disliked that she was the one who had to be a WindClan warrior. She found it hard to fight as harshly as she could when she knew if she did win, the victory would be going to 'WindClan' instead of ThunderClan. When she was being the ThunderClan cat she was, it was easier to push herself up beyond her ability.

Rainpaw's hard blows struck her face, but Skypaw managed to bite her paw lightly. Rainpaw winced, and Skypaw took this to her advantage. Leaping at her sister, she swiftly knocked her right off her paws and into the sand.

"Take that!" Skypaw hissed, placing a paw on the dark gray she-cat's throat.

"Well done," Hazelflower and Petalheart praised their apprentices well, for that was not an easily won battle. They had been at it since sunhigh, and it was almost dusk.

The littermates murmured their thank yous before heading into camp.

Grabbing a plump mouse off the fresh kill pile a few moments later, she joined Featherfur, who was sitting at the entrance to the nursery.

"Skypaw's here!" Brackenkit screeched, and all of the kits turned to look and erupted into purrs.

"Hello," Skypaw purred. I hope I get to be one of their mentors, She prayed to herself. What a joy it would be!

"Skypaw," Featherfur meowed a warm greeting right as Flowermoon ducked out of the nursery.

Skypaw took the moment to study the tortoiseshell warrior. Her fur was longer and more matted than Willowleaf's. Skypaw wondered if the two were sisters, maybe she could be the next edition to the litter of the mysterious Darkface. Her brown eyes were definitely brown instead of an amber, and she noticed how the new queen looked just a little heavier than usual.

"Flowermoon," Skypaw dipped her head.

"Skypaw," She replied, looking away. Skypaw glared at her for a moment before turning back to the kits.

Leaning down quickly to gobble up the mouse, she took this opportunity and ducked out of camp, ready to meet the cat she had grown to like.

As a friend.

Heyo! I don't know why, but it took me seven hours to write this chapter and nothing exciting even happened. Writer's block, I suppose?

Therefor, this chapter isn't one of the best.

I was wondering if I should write all of Skypaw's story in this book, or if I should make a series like Erin Hunter. Usually, it takes six books for her prophecy to resolve.

What do you guys want? FEEDBACK IS WANTED PRETTY PLEASE!

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