Shame, Hope, and Darkness

This is a fanfic by Spirit, to Stormy and Firey, to appoligize for my lack of pretty much everything on this wiki for a month or two :)

Chapter One
Dawnpaw was normal. White fur with common light gray tabby stripes, and normal blue eyes. She wasn't considered beautiful or ugly in her Clan, just ordinary. There were no prophicies written about her, even though she was descendant of Lionblaze, one of the cats who survived the battle between the Clans and the Dark Forest.

Of course, like every unpopular sibling, she had a drama queen sibling, and a gorgeous, popular, and adored sibling. Also known as Hollypaw and Silverpaw. Hollypaw was a dark gray she-cat with sparkling emerald green eyes, and a knack for hogging attention, but had an amazing skill for hunting on land. She loves to listen to people talk, and always made kind suggestions, and was always gentle not to hurt anyone's feelings. She obviously wasn't the one Dawnpaw disliked. Silverpaw was a white tabby with silverish-gray ears, silver tabby stripes, and her mother's icy-blue eyes.

Silverpaw was sometimes called 'The River' because of her unnatural skill for swimming and fishing. She was the best fisher in RiverClan, even though she was only two moons into her warrior training. Like all siblings of skilled cats, Dawnpaw was judged and compared to her sisters, though her and Silverpaw had little to nothing in common. Silverpaw was gentle, kind, and considerate around other cats, so Dawnpaw didn't question why she had so many friends, but when her, her group of friends, and Dawnpaw are alone in the apprentice den together, the monster is unleashed.

Neverless, Dawnpaw tried to ignore the horrible comments, though each one was like a claw to her heart. "Hey Dawnpaw, why don't you just crawl to someone who actually likes you!  Oh, wait- there isn't anyone!" Silverpaw's friend, Fernpaw taunted following with cackles of cruel laughter. Why don't they just go pick from the Two-leg trash like the crows they actually are.  Dawnpaw thought. She stood from her nest, to escape from the horrible laughter of Silverpaw's followers.

"Where 'ya going, Dawnpaw, to look for crow-food to eat?" Streampaw jeered, green eyes flashing with self-confidence, as he took some from Dawnpaw. Dawnpaw didn't stop walking, just closed her eyes to hide her hurt that her sister wasn't sticking up for her. "Hey, you filthy maggot!  Look at me when I'm speaking to you!" Streampaw hissed, and slashed out her paw, claws unsheathed. Dawnpaw didn't move, unaware that Streampaw was trying to hurt her. The claws caught her pelt, and through her fur. Three thin scratches showed through her thick tabby pelt. Dawnpaw spun around, making a few drops of blood fall to thr ground after leaking from the thin scratches.

Silverpaw stood from her nest and walked smoothly over to her follower, eyes narrowed. "Stop, Streampaw.  You've gone too far." For a moment, hope filled Dawnpaw's heart. Her sister was sticking up for her! Matbe they could be friends and- "the scratches might make the warriors wonder what is going on here."

Dawnpaw's hope vanished immediately. She turned around, to head out of camp. "You better watch yourself, kittypet, or next time I won't call them off.  You'll be crowfood then." a shallow voice hissed in Dawnpaw's ear. Dawnpaw flattened her ears, turning her head to see Silverpaw vanish into the apprentice den. ''I'm no more kittypet than you! ''Dawnpaw thought, not having the confidence to say it out loud to her bold sister.

She turned her head up to look at the sky, which was already dark. A few lonely stars were shining up in the darkness. Dawnpaw blinked, hurt dully sparkling in her deep blue eyes. No cat could stop Silverpaw and her followers to stop hurting her the way they did, but no cat wanted to, because they didn't know about it and wouldn't believe it even if she told them. Dawnpaw shook off her pelt, and hid the scratches under her thick fur. Cats would ask questions, and even if she told them the truth, they would call her a liar and she would be in a even lower position than she already was.