A/N: This is on deviantART, but I feel like I'd be more inspired to continue this if I got some feedback here too. So this is the Prologue, where Goldeneyes/star/butt/whatever his name is, is a loner living in the streets of Hollywood, and he reflects back to his time in the forest and how all this mess started. Read and enjoy!

Prologue

The dismal, flickering lights of the Twolegplace glowed softly over the alleyway. The dull roar of the monsters passing by came and went, fading into nothing.

A cold drizzle began to fall from the sky and soak Scott through his black and white pelt. Giving his fur a shake, he pressed on towards his apartment. Several water drops tickled and slid down his whiskers and with a twitch of his nose they were sent flying.

"Damn rain," he growled through clenched teeth. A shiver shook his spine and he shut his eyes to blink the rain water away. Scott felt heavy and tired and could barely muster up the effort to move his paws another step forward.

As he was walking alongside the curb, a monster roared by, its putrid odor stinging his nostrils and clouding his mind. The monster splashed up water from the thunder path with its huge black paws, and drenched Scott with the dirty street water.

"Fox-dung!" He spat in disgust. Scott could taste the dirt and grime in his mouth. "I need to get rid of this foul taste." Now prowling the streets with a goal in mind, he happened upon something he was quite happy to see.

A pale red glow of a neon sign had attracted his attention. Padding over to it, he basked in the artificial light. He glanced over the sign and he read the strange, Twoleg characters. "Hm?" His curled ears perked up and stood on his paws tensely. He glanced around nervously, biting his lip. No one was watching.
Scott pawed at the old wooden door which didn't fit the frame quite right. Sticking a paw in the open crack he muscled his way inside. The heavy door closed behind him as he finished squeezing his way through.

"I know I shouldn't..." He mumbled, his ears drooping with even more guilt. Scott's golden eyes wandered over to the shelf, where his prize was waiting. It sat there, as colorful as jewels and every bit as priceless.

With only several bounds he made it past the bar and to the bottom of the towering shelf. At first it was quite daunting, but Scott pushed aside that nagging fear and went for it anyway, deciding that end goal was worth it.

He clawed his way up onto the wooden shelf, placing each paw gingerly before gripping with his claws. With a final heave, he got to his destination.

"I gotta lay off the Fancy Feast," he hissed, looking down at his now plump stomach.
When he was a warrior he was much more lean. The life of a kittypet and a loner spoiled him rotten.

Scott purred as he gazed into the glasses of alcohol. "All mine and no one here to-"

"Scott?" A slender Bengal she-cat was standing at the foot of the shelf. "What are you doing up there?"

How the hell did she get here without me noticing? Scott thought, utterly baffled.

"Um, checking out the view...?" He pushed back the bottle of whiskey so it hid behind him. "It's quite pretty up here. All the... tables."

The she-cat wasn't buying one word. "Are you hiding what I think you're hiding?" She hissed.

"No!"

"Don't lie to me. I'll find out."

"Um-"

"You're stealing alcohol again, aren't you?" She unsheathed her claws and began to climb up the shelf to reach Scott.

Scott's heart began to race as she climbed nearer and nearer. "Sheilah, no, don't-"

"I knew it!" She sniffed around. "It reeks of that Twoleg crap, I'm not letting you have any of it." Sheilah knocked over a bottle off the shelf with a delicate paw and it smashed on the floor into a thousand shards. "I can't be with you if you succumb to this addiction again, it ruined you."

The tuxedo tomcat flattened his curled ears and tucked his tail over his paws. "I'm sorry, I truly am." He whimpered.

"You say that every time." Sheilah lashed out. "Now c'mon, I'm going to walk you home." She leaped down from the shelf and landed away from the mess she made. Looking up at her mate, she narrowed her eyes and growled: "Lets go."

Scott followed without hesitation. He was caught in the midst of a weak moment. His pride was hurt. Worst of all, he could still taste the mucky water from before.

Now the rain was a complete downpour. It hissed as the droplets pounded the ground, washing away the litter in the streets. The pelts of the cats pressed to their bodies, making them smaller in appearance. Scott held himself back a few paces. He did not want to confront Sheilah for the rest of the night.

They approached a small apartment building surrounded by palm trees. The palms were battered by the wind, and the rainwater raced down the windows in long streaks.

"I'm dropping you off here." Sheilah brushed her spotted tail along Scott's flank. "This way I know you're home."

Scott still felt a heavy feeling in his chest, the guilt was keeping his heart down like an iron weight. "Do... do you want to stay with me for the night?" He murmured, not meeting her stare.

Sheilah's eyes widened in surprise. "No, because my Twolegs would be looking for me. I'm sorry." She looked over at Scott and then at the sky, which was black with stormy clouds in the night. The faint yellow light from downtown Hollywood gently kissed the bottom of the clouds, and reflected off the rain, creating a shower of glittering light. Sheilah then glanced back at Scott, who was now staring at his paws. "Goddammit." She shouldered her way past him to his apartment. Scott lightened up and happily padded after her like a duckling trailing its mother.

Once they were inside, each of them shook the water from their pelts, creating slippery puddles on the floor.

"Watch your step." Scott warned as he jumped over a puddle. "It's slippery."

They made it to his apartment. The rooms were dark and the only sound (apart from his Twoleg snoring) was the thundering rain against the window pane. Scott hopped up onto the window sill and looked out at the southern Californian landscape."Pretty in the rain, isn't it?" He breathed.

"It is." Sheilah pressed herself up against him. After a moment of silence between them, she spoke up. "Scott, what would you do in the rain back when you were in the Clans?"

Scott rarely brought up his past life, but he told Sheilah a very simple version: that he was a former RiverClan warrior banished for a forbidden romance.
"We'd either stay in the dens, or tough it out."

"But wouldn't you catch cold?" Sheilah pressed herself even closer, trying to rid herself of the chill in her bones.

Scott gave a short laugh. "We were used to it. Especially RiverClan. Our pelts are sleek and made for water resistance. Now if you're from any of the other Clans..."

"There are other Clans?" The she-cat perked her ears in surprise.

"Of course!" Scott looked at her as if he assumed she would've known that. "I'm from RiverClan. Our neighbors are WindClan, who live in the open fields, and ThunderClan, who live in the deep forests. ShadowClan, who live in the pines and swamps, live opposite of us. We are all watched by StarClan, or our ancestors."

"Do you remember any of your clan mates?" Sheilah asked more questions, digging further into Scott's repressed memories.

Now Scott felt a pang of sadness in his heart. There was a stabbing of loneliness that accompanied it. "Yes, as a matter of fact I do." He inhaled a sharp breath. "When I was banished, the leader of RiverClan was Lonestar. He was the wisest cat you'd ever know, but I think he strongly disliked me for reasons unknown. His apprentice was our deputy, Pondspots. He was nice, very quiet. We had an old medicine cat named Grassfur. He was something else, he was kind of strange. But poetic."

"Did you have any friends?"

"Yes. A few."

"Who were they?"

"Hareflight, Perchfire, Pebblefoot, and Sunstep. Sunstep was my apprentice." Scott continued to stare longingly into the window. "He was a good cat. Both Pebblefoot and Sunstep followed my banishment."

Sheilah tilted her head to the side and then gave a small smile. "Why don't you tell me the whole story? You're a fantastic storyteller. Plus it will pass the time."

"Don't you want to get some sleep?" Scott nuzzled her ear and gave it a quick lick.

"No, you piqued my interest with your past. I want to hear about these Clans, and why exactly you were banished." Sheilah shifted on her paws and made herself comfortable.

"I was banished because I made the wrong choice. There, end of story." Scott felt his fur rise on his back.

"No! Tell me the whole story, with all the details." She demanded.

"I suppose then I should start from the beginning..." Scott stared into the rain, as he remembered his past that he hid for so long.