He's half-ShadowClan? :fanart:

Ravenpaw forced herself a slow pace alongside her Clanmates as the Clan made their way around the shore of the lake, making sure to keep within three-foxlengths of the shore as they entered RiverClan territory. Every hair on her pelt itched for her to just dart ahead, excitement prickling in her mind. Soon she would be at the Island, to go to her first Gathering as an apprentice! Sure, she was behind her sister, Hawkpaw, but her sister was also a bit older than her and it made sense for her to be invited to last moon's Gathering due to her incredible hunting skills. Hawkpaw walked a few tail-lengths behind, matching pawstep after pawstep with her own mentor. Ravenpaw couldn't help but glance at her and give a big grin; Diamondstar had agreed to allow Ravenpaw to go because she brought back more prey than Hawkpaw during their dawn patrol. At least she was now on even terms with her sister.

The smooth grass gradually turned into reeds and even more muddy ground. Ravenpaw cursed under her breath as her paws sometimes sank into deeper mud and she had to keep careful watch of where she took her next step in case she sunk into the ground. She shuddered at the thought, being strangled by mud. That'd be a horrible way to die, suffocating to death. She turned her attention to the RiverClan territory, at least what she could see of it from the dark night but all it looked like was reeds stretching as far as she could see. I'd hate to be a RiverClan cat, always walking on this marshy ground. Pine needles suit my pawpads much better.

It seemed like a blink of an eye by the time ShadowClan stopped at the foot of the fallen log, Diamondstar signaling with her tail for her warriors to gather closer. Ravenpaw pushed her way to the front of the crowd, widening her eyes as she set sight on the Island before her. It looked utterly huge, probably the size of two ShadowClan camp's, but unlike ShadowClan's territory, the Island was covered in thick bushes with a few trees dotting it near the center. The large branches of a tree stretched high up towards Silverpelt in the center. That must be the Great Oak. The elder's always loved to describe their first Gatherings to me.

Her leader's head turned when the rustle of even more cats came through the reeds. A silver tabby tom strode his way towards the ShadowClan leader, tersely nodding his head at her. She guessed this was the RiverClan leader, Flowstar, the oldest leader of the Clans around the lake; even in the dark, she could see his silky fur almost shining in the moonlight. Next to him stood another cat, a smoky black tom. The RiverClan deputy, Smokebelly, she recited to herself, proud of knowing about other Clans. Hawkpaw helped her with that, blabbing on about her first Gathering to Ravenpaw most of the night. Flowstar's warriors waited patiently for their leader to make the move and because this was closest to RiverClan's territory, Diamondstar allowed the RiverClan cats to pass first.

Once the last of the RiverClan cats jumped onto the other side of the shore, Diamondstar followed next. Ravenpaw impatiently awaited her turn, allowing the older warriors to pass first. She couldn't wait to see the other Clans and to gloat about how amazing ShadowClan was. Especially the arrogant pelts of ThunderClan.

A sudden meow startled her. Her mentor, Lightningstrike, put a tail on her shoulder. "Be careful when crossing the log, Ravenpaw," the warrior warned. "You don't wanna fall in the lake and I have to rescue you."

Ravenpaw nodded in understanding, wondering if any cats previously had fallen in. That'd certainly be an embarrassing thing to happen, especially on the night of the Gathering. It wouldn't be a good first impression for your Clan.

Ravenpaw strode across the log, her eyes constantly on the lapping, dark water below, not liking the idea of getting wet at all. For all she knew, RiverClan could keep all their weird swimming to themselves. Not to mention she had no idea how to swim. She finally landed on the Island, the cluster of scents from all other Clans overpowering her senses for a second. Cats were mingling all around her, some in groups, other making makeshift nests to lay comfortably down as they waited for the leaders to speak. A few elders from all the Clans sat in a group, probably reciting random acts they did as Warriors or about legends of the Great Battle. Nothing that interested her for now; she wanted to find any other groups of apprentices, chat with them. Know your enemy, Lightningstrike had told her before they left the ShadowClan camp.

Hawkpaw padded next to her sister, gazing around the wide clearing. "Do you want me to come with you or you think you can explore by yourself?" she asked.

Ravenpaw opened her mouth about to say yes but eventually shook her head. She wanted to see everything she could without Hawkpaw guiding her around like a kit. "No, I'm fine. I'll go see if I can chat with any apprentices."

Hawkpaw didn't protest and Ravenpaw left her alone while she wandered aimlessly amongst the large group of cats, weaving herself between unfamiliar pelts of many different Clans. She didn't spot many ShadowClan warriors over her, where she could pick of the scent of RiverClan. Probably because the Clans haven't been on good terms in many moons. We're always bickering with RiverClan's patrols at our border. She herself didn't mind being here, wishing to learn more about RiverClan's secrets so she could teach these cats a lesson or two next time their border patrols messed with ShadowClan.

Ravenpaw's greenish-blue eyes settled themselves on a solid gray tom sitting towards the center of the clearing. The tom's amber eyes seemed to be focused on his brown pelted Clanmate beside him and the two were chatting among themselves. From what she could make out, his scent definitely belonged to RiverClan; the way his muscles rippled beneath his sleek fur and his broad shoulders made him stand out from his other Clanmates surrounding him. If she didn't know any better, he seemed to fit in more well with a typical ShadowClan cat than his own Clan. She wanted to speak with him but he seemed preoccupied with his Clanmate that she didn't wish to bother the older warrior. Rather, she spotted her mentor, Lightningstrike only a couple foxlengths and bounded for the warrior.

With the gray tom still on her mind, she asked her mentor, "Who is that RiverClan warrior over there?" She pointed with her tail to where the gray cat was still talking with his Clanmate. "He doesn't look like a normal RiverClan cat; he's so muscular and is huge compared to his Clanmate."

Lightningstrike's eyes followed to where Ravenpaw pointed and then back to Ravenpaw. "He is known as Skullfang. I'm sure you've heard stories of him from Wolfhowl, am I right? He couldn't keep his mouth shut for very long before all of ShadowClan knew the secrets he held."

Ravenpaw understood what her mentor meant; the ShadowClan elder used to speak about how his brother, Blackheart, betrayed his Clan by falling in love with a RiverClan warrior and that he could tell Skullfang was his brother's kit from the moment he laid eyes on him. She also knew a bit about the senior warrior of RiverClan:  that he played some sort of major role between the conflict that arose between WindClan and RiverClan many seasons before. She couldn't help but cast her eyes on the RiverClan warrior, who was now keeping a steady gaze on the Great Oak; despite being half-Clan and having his father exiled from ShadowClan, he stayed completely loyal to RiverClan. His heritage as part ShadowClan never affected him and he was a good warrior of his Clan as any. She briefly wondered how any cat from her own Clan could betray everything they've known about the warrior code and she was reminded that Wolfhowl felt the exact same way, saying he'd never forgive his brother for what he did. And Wolfhowl still kept those thoughts until the day he died.

But that is how Hawkpaw is, Ravenpaw suddenly thought. Her own sister wasn't actually her true, blood-related sister but rather a stray kit found in ShadowClan territory that happened to by raised alongside Ravenpaw. But despite being non-Clanborn, Hawkpaw was just as loyal as any of her Clanmates. Her own heritage did little to effect the way she felt about ShadowClan, the Clan that pretty much saved her life and raised her to be someday become a warrior. Hawkpaw even had the ambition to be a Clan leader and her current rate, Ravenpaw suspected she might be one. Just like Skullfang, Hawkpaw again and again proved she was a ShadowClan cat through and through even if not by blood but by honor and tradition.

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Some fanart for a Warriors fanfiction my friend, Tea-Tigress, is currently in the process of working on. We had the idea to make my story and her's part of the same timeline; her story takes place by the time Skullpaw (now Skullfang) is a senior warrior of his Clan, so probably 5-6 years+ after The Curse ends.

Also, the cat's ears are a cameo from one of Prince-Foxlan's Warriors characters he showed me.