Betrayalpaw walked over. The tom was big for an apprentice his age, but he managed to deal with his size well. Muscles rippled all over his body, and like almost every other cat, an extra pound from the sudden heat and splurge in prey from the past week. Training could move him forward, progress him rapidly, and make him become a warrior. Betrayalpaw was clumsy, that was true, and he didn't have his mom's invisibility for all he knew. He had woken up several times, though, to not seeing his tail, but feeling it was there. He checked it with his mother, and his mother had been excited.
Some said Greeneyes was a cheerful cat before Betrayalpaw was born. That Greeneyes was an excellent fighter, being an apprentice for Swiftlegs, then after her death, Rabbitnight. Her invisibility had been kept a secret with a few cats, and his mom was too old to become a Spy when the rank came out, as she was 13 moons, about to earn her warrior name.
Some said her and his father just clicked. Nobody ever spoke of it around him, though. It was Buffalo something. He had asked once, and Greeneyes's expression was so depressing he had never asked again. His father was often associated with Starclan. Sometimes random cats would just ask him if he believed in Nightclan. Of course he did. Why wouldn't he?
Greeneyes's amnesia had cost her a broken heart. Greeneyes had disappeared for two moons, a new warrior, living as a rogue. She had dragged herself back into the Anti-Thunderclan camp, looking for refuge, when she had gotten a surprise. Small glimpses came back when she heard her name.
Though, Betrayalpaw knew none of this. He knew his father was never to be talked about, that's for sure. He knew his mother was broken, as if something in her just wasn't there. This had made Betrayalpaw more sophisticated, mature, and more protective of everything he loved.
And one thing was obvious.
Despite his name, he would never, ever, betray Anti-Thunderclan.