Orchidfrost's Trials
Summary: Orchidfrost is a She-cat in ShadowClan, but it would probably be better if she weren't. Everyone in her clan except her friend, Twilightmask, and her brother, Tumblewhisker, despises her. Her own mother has rejected her. She begins to believe she doesn't belong in this world when she meets a ThunderClan tom, Bearhunter. Will she find a place among her clan-mates and walk confidently along the forest, or find she never belonged in the clans in the first place?
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Chapter 8
A quarter moon had passed since the gathering. Orchidpaw and Twilightpaw had passed their first assessment! She was so glad that Raccoonmask assessed her, and Pansyswirl was stuck with Twilightpaw. Cinderstar believed the only way to fairly assess an apprentice was to switch up the mentors so they wouldn't be biased. Thank StarClan for that.
However, despite having an unbiased warrior assessing her, she still didn't pass nearly as well as Twilightpaw did. She was much more distracted than usual. She couldn't get his soft green gaze out of her mind. What's wrong with her?? Even Tumblepaw knew something was off. She could tell by the way he looked at her, always seeming to be hiding a smirk. She padded into camp with a lizard and a vole in her jaws.
"Nice catch Orchidpaw!" Tumblepaw's mew close to her ear made her jump. How could he be so quiet when he's bigger than her?
"Y-you scared me!" She squeaked, depositing her catch on the fresh-kill pile.
"Sorry, I just haven't seen you lately! Nettlebreeze always has me out gathering herbs with him," he complains, huffing slightly.
Orchidpaw nudged him with her shoulder, "S-sounds better than Pansyswirl, I-I'm up before dawn e-every morning! She tr-trains me so h-hard my paws ache b-before sunhigh! B-but since I-I passed my assessment, I get a break f-for the rest of the day!"
Tumblepaw batted her ears excitedly before grabbing two mice off the pile and leading her to a sunny patch between two clumps of ferns, settling down next to her. They chatted for a while, not having this much time to catch up since they were in the nursery. Orchidpaw hardly stopped purring, she didn't realize how much she missed her brother.
"So, who was the pretty ginger you were talking to at the gathering?"
Tumblepaw's sudden question made Orchidpaw choke on her mouse. "Wh-Why do you want to know?" She asked evasively.
"I saw you two while I was sitting with the medicine cats, he wouldn't stop looking at you!"
Orchidpaw felt her pelt grow hot, and she didn't know why. "H-His name was Bearpaw, a-and I'm sure he was looking a-at the leaders... l-like everybody else!"
"Whatever you say, sis, I'm just telling you what I saw," he giggled a little, "I can't have a mate, so it's my responsibility, to make sure you make good choices!"
What, why did Tumblepaw bring up mates? This conversation was making Orchidpaw feel uncomfortable. Luckily, Tumblepaw loved to talk, and quickly changed the subject himself.
"I need to go out and get more marigold for Nettlebreeze, he says the frost will kill it off soon, want to come with me?"
"Y-Yeah, sure!"
***
Orchidpaw and Tumblepaw had been out for a while and the Tom had collected a decent about of his herb. They were by the ThunderClan border, and squirrels often strayed into ShadowClan territory in this are area, so Orchidpaw stopped and tasted the air. It didn't take long for her to pick up a scent and drop into a crouch. Tumblepaw nodded his goodbye and silently began his way back to camp. Orchidpaw began following the scent and it wasn't long before she saw a tiny grey pelt, snuffling in the pine needles. Sticking to the shadows, she moved each paw silently, pulling herself forward, closer and closer until... she gave a mighty leap and landed on the creature's neck, unsheathing her claws and snapping it's neck.
"Great catch!"
The voice made her jump, and all her fur stood on end. She whipped around and saw an unfortunately familiar pair of soft green eyes smiling at her from where he was sitting across the border. When Orchidpaw just looked at him, stunned, he tried again to start a conversation.
"That squirrel, it didn't hear you coming!" He shifted his paws awkwardly. Orchidpaw watched his eyes go from her eyes, downward and to her still unsheathed claws. She quickly retracted them and tried to take the attention off her.
"W-well squirrels are d-dumb so..." she realized one of ThunderClan's main prey was squirrels, and she didn't want to offend Bearpaw! "N-not that- not that y-you're dumb- I-I-I just meant, c-compared to a l-lizard, not that you've ever caught a lizard.. but-"
Bearpaw chuckled, "Hey, it's okay! I totally get it! Even I was surprised, you probably could've caught me, I didn't even notice you!"
Orchidpaw sat down and gave her chest fur a few embarrassed licks, "I-it wasn't th-that good.. y-you should see a-a normal Sh-ShadowClan cat st-stalking..."
"Normal?" The ginger Tom cocked his head, "what makes you say you're not normal?"
"M-my pelt's white...and my cl-" She cut herself off, remembering she's not supposed to bring attention to that.
"Well I think your pelt being white makes you unique! All you see nowadays are brown tabbies, it's nice to see something different every now and then," he mewed encouragingly.
"S-so you don't think b-being different is bad?" She thought being different meant she was a disadvantage to her clan.
"Definitely not! You're clearly as good as any of your clanmates, and prettier than most, too!"
Orchidpaw's pelt flushed hot with embarrassment at the complement. Bearpaw, on the other hand, didn't seem to notice at all.
"I-I'd better get back t-to camp.. my brother'll b-be worried about me.." she muttered half heartedly, getting to her paws.
"Well, when can I see you again?!"
"Wh-what?"
For the first time, Bearpaw seemed a bit flustered. "W-well.. I was just thinking maybe you'd... show me how to stalk like that sometime..." his paws scuffed the earth, and he didn't meet her eyes.
"O-okay.. At the b-border above the-the territories, after the suns-set?" She offered.
"Great!" He purred, his head lifted happily.
Before she could regret her decision, she picked up her squirrel and dashed back in the direction of camp.


















