I got some positive feed-back from my first Warrior fan fiction "Just One Patrol" so I'm doing another, only this one is not a one shot, and I'm very excited about doing it! I've always wondered what happened to my favorite kittypet Cody when she went back to her Twolegs after getting caught and hen staying with ThunderClan for a while. Did she back it back? How did her life change? So I'm doing this! Read and Review! Cody POV, because I felt like letting you into her head a bit more.

Leaving the things you love behind hurts. Then you meet new people and you find out you love them too, but not enough to replace the ones who held your heart first. When you get the opportunity to go back to the first people who loved you, but leaving the second ones behind, who do you choose?

I chose the first, and now I'm wondering if that was the smartest thing I've ever done.

I'm walking back through the woods, the trees casting shadows all around me, the moon shining innocently above my head. My paws are hitting the ground softly, and I notice how much harder my pads are from spending less time inside the Twolegs kitchen and more time on solid ground. I'm also thinner- the wild cats were struggling for food and barely had enough to feed themselves, let alone me.

The wild cats. ThunderClan.

I shake my head and keep going forward, half-wishing that Leafpaw's amber gaze was still on my tail, hard enough that I'd turn around and join the Clan. She was right all along- the freedom was amazing, almost too amazing to turn down, but my Twolegs need me, and I know them better then I know the forest cats, enough to know how worried they are.

A scent catches my nose, and I sniff the air, narrowing my eyes. ShadowClan territory- Leafpaw told me that I'd have to cross in order to get home, and that these cats aren't welcoming like ThunderClan was. Not that I can blame them; kittypets like me shouldn't be in this forest.

I dig my claws into the soil and then leap forward, barreling into the shrubs and bushes, afraid to slow down, afraid that a forest cat will attack me. The wind whistles in my ears, and the night presses in on my tabby pelt, unfamiliar and dangerous. I push myself harder and almost collide with a Twolegs fence, my claws nearly ripping out as I force them to stop.

"Cody?" A cat leaps up onto the fence, his green eyes wide with disbelief. "Is that you?"

"Peter!" I eagerly scramble up the wood and sit next to the familiar kittypet. "It's me!"

"Everyone said you got caught by the forest cats!" Peter rubs his furry gray face against mine in a friendly way. "Like a sacrifice!"

"No, no," I shake my head and Peter takes a step back, the fence rocking slightly at our combined weight. Peter is a purebred Siberian cat, huge and muscular, with long gray fur and a plumy tail, and looks a lot like he jumped right out of a zoo. But he's a big softie, and not very brave at all. He looks a lot like Graystripe, that warrior that was taken, but I keep my mouth shut. "I was taken by some Twolegs."

"Why?" Peter gasps. "I told you not to get rid of your collar and then go running off into the woods! I mean, look at you!" He noses my ribcage worriedly, his own black collar nearly covered by all of his fur. "You're as thin as a twig!"

"They fed me and everything," I insist, looking behind him at the glowing windows of his nest. "But they put me in a small nest with lots of other caged cats. And then…" I blink and look away. "I met Leafpaw."

"Leafpaw?" Peter swishes his tail back and forth. "What an odd name."

"She's a forest cat," I admit. "They earn their names."

Peter's mouth is wide open, and I can see the remains of his last meal in his teeth. "You met a forest cat?"

"It's a long story," I mumble. All I want is to go home and eat, and then sleep without having to worry about whether Birchkit will be awake in the morning. "I'll come and tell you tomorrow."

"A lot of other cats are worried about you," Peter says, his green eyes still wide. "I could get a bunch of them and you could tell everyone at once."

"Alright," I sigh. "But not too many. And where would we meet?"

"Right here," Peter mews. "At sunrise."

"Fine," I gather my muscles and leap down. "See you tomorrow."

"Yeah," Peter still sounds awed that I'm still alive. "Bye."

I walk carefully along the fence, avoiding any cats still outside- I really don't want to be held up again- and then I see my familiar nest. Barely containing a yowl of relief, I jump into the garden and take my time padding up the wet grass, sniffing the familiar rose bush, and rubbing my cheeks against the cold birdbath. Then I'm at the back door, and I see that the lights are on upstairs. Taking a deep breath, I nose the cat flap.

It's locked.

Great. I didn't want to be too dramatic, but here goes nothing. I unsheathe my claws and paw at the door, mewing under my breath. I hear a pounding of footsteps from inside, and then the door flies open, and I'm looking into the flat face of my Twolegs. She cries out and picks me up; her hand warm under my belly, and runs her fingers through my course fur. It feels good and I purr loudly, turning my blue eyes to my Twolegs man as he comes though the door of the waterfall room, the gray fur on top of his head wet and a blue blanket wrapped around him.

I'm surrounded by my family, and although they might not be cats, they still love me as much as I love them. I'm passed from warm embrace to warm embrace, receiving tender kisses and exclamations from the kits, and a wonderful scratch behind the ear as I'm given to my favorite Twolegs, the old female with the wrinkled skin and snow white hair and bright blue eyes that look as young as the kits.

I press my paws against her face and purr as she pets my head. I love her so much. I love all five of my Twolegs, but her the most. As I'm taken to the kitchen, I rub against her old hands and suddenly get reminded of the elders in ThunderClan, and a pang of regret goes through me. What ever happened to Goldenflower? And Longtail? I wince as the male Twolegs kit picks me up by the scruff and strokes me a little too hard.

Was all this worth giving up the ThunderClan cat's I'd grown to care about? I look at the adoring faces of my family, and then think of the gaunt but determined faces of the ThunderClan cats.

Did I make the right decision?

If you have kittypets at home, I need some names and appearences for some pals of Cody! Peter is my cat- I just had to put him in ;) Don't worry, he's fixed! So yeah, give me some kittypets, and I'll be happy! R&R!