This takes a different perspective of a cat from LakeClan. Silverpaw is only seven and a half moons old, yet he still is as shy as a kit just out of the nursery. 

 The full moon shone brightly, sending light down to all the cats around, turning every cats' pelts either silver or pale yellow. The gorge was crowded with cats of different scents. Some smelled of pine sap and trees, TreeClan. Others smelled of wind, SkyClan. And there were cats that smelled of underground caves and groundwater as well as stone, RockClan. There were so many cats here. Silverpaw sighed. He wished to be back at camp, sleeping comfortably beside his brothers as they listened to the waves of New Lake (New Lake was a small lake, recently formed a few seasons before LakeClan was formed).

The leaders were busy chatting about their everyday lives and getting into all these discussions. There's been a bit of trouble with border skirmishes involving rogues. For some reason, they were always hanging around everyone's territories. Maybe they kept accidentally straying too close to the border, or perhaps they're jealous of the Clans and want to explore.

"Hey, wake up, kid! Watch where you're going!" A TreeClan snob growled at Silverpaw irritably as he brushed against the pelt of a soft-furred tom. Silverpaw snarled in reply, being snapped out of thoughts, and stalked away, towards the back of the crowd. He found a small boulder to sit on, and perched there. He sighed again. He didn't have many friends, other than his littermates to mock and tease, and some of the older cats to cajole, especially his mentor. He wasn't much like the other apprentices, who were impatient and eager to learn. They would often fight with teeth and claw, but Silverpaw fought with sharp tongue. He remembered a time when he was a kit when one of his kithood friends teased him and called him "Silvertongue". Silverpaw was offended, and because of that, he remembered yowling back, "and you're a broken-souled cat who clearly doesn't have the courage to show some respect, you flea-bitten mouse-brain!" Of course, his mother scolded him for the insult, but the other kits were pretty impressed. Ever since then, he had anger issues.

"Hey!" Another voice broke him away from thoughts. It sounded like another apprentice, "do you mind moving a little bit? It's pretty crowded in the front." Beside him was a small white she-cat. She had black paws, muzzle, tail, and a pale ginger marking on her chest, and eyes like yellow flame. She smelled like a RockClan cat

"Oh, uh, sure," Silverpaw mumbled.

"Great. Thanks!"

He scooted over, closer to the edge of the rock, until the apprentice sat comfortably beside him. The two were silent for a few heartbeats before the she-cat asked, "is this your first full-moon Gathering?"

"No," Silverpaw replied, "why? Is it your first time here?"

The apprentice nodded. "Yeah, I wasn't allowed to after all the stuff I did when I was little."

Silverpaw faced the apprentice to look at her. "What did you do?" He meowed.

The cat frowned and looked away, obscuring her face in shadow. "Lots of things I might regret...

When I was a kit, I snuck outside of camp. All the time. And even after being punished, I still went. And my first moon as an apprentice wasn't making it any better. My older brother, Jaypaw, kept teasing me because he thought I was too stupid to even get the hunter's crouch right! And every other apprentice judges my way of hunting and fighting. They call me soft, they call me bee-brained, they all thought I was stupid."

Grief clouded the she-cats eyes, and she sighed. "I still dwell on the past too much," she mumbled.

Silverpaw felt a small wave of compassion sweep him away as he wrapped a paw around the apprentice's shoulders. "Hey, don't feel so bad about yourself. The apprentices judge me for my sharp tongue and the way I daydream in the middle of training. It got to me at one point, but I'm over it." He said.

The apprentice looked back up at him. "Really?" She asked, "how do you get over bullying when it isn't something to ignore?

Silverpaw shrugged. "I guess we're all different," he mewed.

The apprentice sighed in agreement. "It is true." She looked back at Silverpaw, interest shining in her bright yellow eyes.

She held out a paw. "I'm Goldenpaw," She meowed, a new spark shone in her gaze suddenly. It was trust, happiness, and friendship. Silverpaw hesitated for a few heartbeats. It was forbidden in the Warrior's Code to make friends with or fall in love with cats from other Clans. But, for the first time, he realized how lonely he felt in LakeClan with his very few lackeys to keep him company.

The long heartbeats passed, and Silverpaw decided, yes. His blueish-gray paw met with the jet-black paw of Goldenpaw. "That's a pretty name. I can see where the name comes from."

He grinned.

...

"My name's Silverpaw."