The rabbit stood there, munching on grass, seeming oblivious to the fact that the meal it was currently eating, was about to be its last.

Heathpaw crept forward, feeling his heart pound against his chest, the slightly wet from dew grass scraped across his belly, he paid no mind to it though, his only focus was the rabbit.

He could see it clearer now, the movement of its cheeks as it chewed the grass, with its large front teeth. Heathpaw bristled slightly, as he imagined those teeth biting into his pelt. He was really glad he wasn't grass right now.

He pushed his fear aside, feeling a bit foolish, he shouldn't be afraid of this rabbit, even if it was bigger than he was, and had powerful hind legs, that could probably knock his head right off if given the chance.

I'll do this, he told himself, gritting his teeth with determination, I'll catch this rabbit, and I'll make my whole clan proud of me.

Feeling his fear be overcome with determination, he prepared to lunge for the rabbit, only to have a dark ginger blur dart past him, and the next thing he knew, Leaftail was standing there with the rabbit clamped firmly in his jaws. A sharp explosion of anger surged through Heathpaw.

"That was my catch!" he spat, feeling the fur rise along his back.

"What does it matter who catches it, it's all going to the same fresh kill pile," Leaftail meowed, not sounding at all sorry that he ruined Heathpaw's hunt.

"Besides," the warrior continued, "it's not my fault that you were too slow, you're supposed to be a WindClan cat, but you move more like a kittypet."

Heathpaw flattened his ears against his head, and lashed his tail, as the anger rose to his throat, forming a lump.

"Just go to the elder's den already!" he choked out.

Leaftail's amber eyes widened with surprise, before he shook his head with disgust.

"You are just like your father," he muttered, before padding away, taking the rabbit with him.

That had been two nights ago, but Heathpaw still felt angry whenever he thought about it, why was Leaftail so horrid to him because of who his father was? It wasn't like he had done anything wrong.

"What's wrong? Do you sense danger?" Cider meowed, the jingling sound of his collar snapped Heathpaw to his current reality. The reality that he was on an unfamiliar island, with cats he didn't recognize, cats who, other than the obvious kittypets and rogues, claimed to be from clans he never even heard of.

He didn't know how he had gotten there, or why, all he knew, was that it didn't feel right, and he wanted to get back to his normal life at WindClan, Leaftail and all.

On second thought, he hoped that when he got back, Leaftail was at least in the elder's den.

He would even try to tolerate his mentor, Crowfeather, a little bit better. At this point, he'd pretty much do anything. He was tired of hearing the wails of the other cats, he just wanted to go home.

"No," Heathpaw meowed in response to Cider's question. The golden kittypet nodded.

"Good, you don't think Salt and Pepper will be in a bad mood again like they were last night, do you?"

Salt and Pepper seemed to be the leaders on this island, unlike in a normal clan, where there was one defined leader, here, it seemed like both of them were the leaders. Not that they were good leaders. Last night, they were mad about something, so they destroyed everything in the fresh kill pile. Heathpaw couldn't believe that any cat would disrespect prey like that, if anyone in WindClan ever did what they did, they'd have their ears shredded, and that would just be the start of their punishment.

"I hope not, I worked hard to catch prey for that prey pile," Huckleberryfern grumbled. He was one of the cats who claimed to be from one of the clans that Heathpaw had never heard of, he couldn't remember which clan it was though.

"We all worked hard to catch prey, and they just ruined it like it meant nothing," a she-cat, whom Heathpaw couldn't remember the name of, hissed.

"Do you cats have a problem with the way we run things?" Salt demanded in a high pitched, nasally voice, that seemed strange coming out of a cat that was as broad as two Bramblestars put together.

"Yeah," Pepper snarled, lashing her thick tail. She was even broader than Salt, Heathpaw figured she was probably two and a half Bramblestars.

"N-No," Cider stammered out, backing away with his head lowered. Heathpaw felt a stab of sympathy for the golden tom, this was no place for a kittypet, he should be back in his twoleg nest, with his twolegs, eating rabbit pellet looking food, and lazing around, or whatever it was that kittypets did.

"What are we even doing here?" an elderly grey tom asked.

"That is for us to know, and for you to maybe find out," Pepper sneered. A chorus of angry yowls sounded from a lot of the cats, Heathpaw even let out his own yowl, transferring all of his anger and frustration into it, hoping that maybe if he sounded angry enough, Salt and Pepper would have no choice but to let them go.

Unfortunately, that didn't work, instead of being intimidated by the yowls of the angry cats, they started mrrowing, much to Heathpaw's indignation.

Digging his claws into the ground, he stopped yowling, and instead glared at the two leaders, wishing that if he thought about it hard enough, they'd disappear from existence.

"What is your name?" Salt spat. Heathpaw tore his eyes away from the leaders, and looked around, trying to see who the large white tom was speaking to.

"I asked you a question, what is your name?" he demanded, glaring at Heathpaw through narrowed yellow eyes.

"My name?" Heathpaw was embarrassed when his voice came out as a small squeak.

"Yes, you do have a name don't you?"

"Maybe his twolegs forgot to give him one," Pepper snorted.

Heathpaw let out a low hiss, and fought the urge to lunge at her, how dare she insinuate that he was a kittypet, he was a proud warrior apprentice of WindClan.

"My name is Heathpaw."

When his voice came out as a squeak yet again, he wanted to sink down into the ground, and never come back out.

"Heath, like the candy bar?" a light brown tom wearing a pink collar asked.

"No, like in heath, heathland, also, after my mother, her name is Heathertail," Heathpaw meowed, wondering what on earth a candy bar was, but not caring enough to ask.

"And where are you from Heathpaw?" Salt asked.

"Umm, WindClan," he responded, wondering why he was being singled out, and why Salt was asking him where he was from. He should know, after all, he was the one who brought him here, wasn't he?

He closed his eyes, trying to remember what had happened, the last thing he remembered, was falling asleep in his nest, and the next thing he knew, he was here.

He didn't understand how that could be possible, he was far from a heavy sleeper, in fact, he'd often find himself being awoken by sounds that none of the other cats even noticed at night, like kits suckling in the nursery, or Kestrelflight muttering to himself as he sorted through herbs.

"And what is your name?"

Heathpaw let out a sigh or relief, glad that the attention was no longer focused on him.

"C-Cider."

"And where are you from Cider?"

"I live with my housefolk, Noelle, she's g-going to be awful sad when I don't c-come h-home, so if you could just t-take me there, I'd really appreciate t-that, t-thank you."

"Well, I'm sorry to hear that, but you're not going home," Pepper sneered.

"Why not?" the she-cat from earlier demanded.

"Yeah, you can't keep us here forever!" the elderly tom exclaimed.

"If you want to try finding your way home then find, be my guest, but be warned, no one has ever made it off this Island!"

A/N: As you can probably tell from the chapter, the island contains kittypets, rogues, loners, clan-cats, and even cats from clans that aren't ThunderClan, ShadowClan, etc, so feel free to submit just any cat you want :)

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