Silentstrike extended his claws and leaped at Boulderstar. "Silentstrike!" Silentstrike's kit- Faithkit shrieked. "No!" Boulderstar shouted as he fell to the ground. Boulderstar kicked Silentstrike off of him. "You unfaithful deputy!" Silentstrike's mate, Snowglaze growled. "Leave. ThunderClan is no longer your home. You are no more than a rogue to us." Silentstrike shook his head as the bad memory came to his mind. I need to find food. Why should I focus on an event that happened 2 moons ago? He thought. A scent of fresh kill caught his attention. He dropped into a hunter's crouch and followed the scent of fresh kill into a cave. A freshly killed squirrel was laying right in front of him. Silentstrike grinned excitedly as he dug into his food. A small help sounded behind him. Silentstrike turned around and stabbed his claws into the creature- which uttered a sad cry and fell to the ground.
"What are you doing in ThunderClan territory?" The wounded Featherkit croaked. "I didn't know... I'm sorry Featherkit! Well, you're probably Featherpaw now. I'm proud of you, son." Silentstrike rested his muzzle on Featherpaw's head. Featherpaw jumped back, hissing. "I'm not your son. There's no evil blood in my veins." Silentstrike flinched as he realized Featherpaw hated him. "Well then, I should leave now." Silentstrike ran out of the cave, grief refusing to leave his heavy heart.