heres my story...i um...hope you like it. echoing silence, book 1: the beginning. chapter 1: the outcast.
Echopaw sat in the shadows of the clan walls like she always would, and she watched as her clan would go about its normal day, firepaw and greypaw saw her from the corners of their eyes, ravenpaw was eating a vole so for once he paid no attention to anything. "I'm gonna go see if she's doing ok" firepaw muttered grabbing a thrush from the fresh-kill pile, "what you got a crush on her or something?" Greypaw said with a teasing tone and a playful hiss. Firepaw flattened his ears in embarrassment and just walked on to Echopaw not paying greypaw any attention. "Hey, Echopaw, um you want to join Me the guys for a hunting session later? Tigerclaw and lionheart are letting us do a hunt on our own" firepaw's fur prickled with hope. "And um I was hoping you'd like to join us" Echopaw's eyes were glazed with sadness as she was lost in her thought. She looked at firepaw and nodded softly and muttered, "at least it'll get me out of camp and for once I'll want to be near other cats" she said with a shrug and sniffed the thrush firepaw gave her and she began eating it Firepaw gave a smile and then walked off, Echopaw sighed she knew she couldn't stay cooped up in camp for her whole life, so what could she do? Just die now. Or finally do something with her fox brained life. She, Firepaw, greypaw, and ravenpaw all hunted until sunset, the toms had already made their way back to camp and Echopaw told them she wanted to stay and still hunt for a bit. She then caught the scent of a vole and crouched down into the ground and then saw its plump tan pelt and its teeth nibbling on some nuts, she gave a soft grin then immediately struck a pounce and the creature squeaked and whimpered in pain at the grip of the she-cats strong paw, Echopaw silenced its pain with a swift bite at its throat. She carried everything she had caught back to camp and instead of being welcomed by purrs of joy, warmth, and proud meows, the young she-cat was greeted with looks of astonishment and confusion. She stifled a defeated sigh and put her prey in the fresh-kill pile, it seemed like a mountain now it was as tall as the biggest Tom in the clans. As moonlight shined down into the camp, Echopaw's grey fur seemed to turn a beautiful and magnificent silver. She saw the black body and amber eyes of the stone like Tom, she knew very well. her father, shadowstrike. She approached him with her head down like always. "Hello Echopaw" the tom mewed coldly; she did not reply she only sat down staring at her paws as she felt her father’s amber eyes burn into her fur. "I said hello" shadowstrike gave a small hiss not attracting attention. She still did not reply, then she was met with sharp and strong claws along her muzzle, she gave a gasp of surprise as she stared into her father's blazing eyes, she looked at the ground as saw a small pool of blood and realized it came from her muzzle. "Would it kill you to greet me? Or even say hello to anyone once and awhile you mouse brained piece of fox dung!" Shadowstrike snapped at his daughter towering over her his claws unsheathed for another strike. "You must be as stupid as your mother to think I'd ever accept YOU as my kin" he growled then grabbed her by the scruff and dragged her out of camp,