A black she-cat was curled up in a den, sleeping. The tip of her tail was white, and it was twitching back and forth. She snored slightly, but not enough to bother anyone.
There was a small crunch and she lifted her head. The she-cat blinked the sleep out of her intense green eyes and yawned.
"Kittystar?" Came a voice.
"Yes, Bloodpaw?" Kittystar answered, surprised. "Come in." She licked her shoulder fur down and stood up.
The russet furred apprentice entered her den tentatively. "H-hello, Kittystar." Bloodpaw stammered.
"Good morning. Why did you disturb me? Is there something you must speak to me about?" Kittystar asked, a little annoyed.
Bloodpaw's eyes widened. "O-oh sorry! It's just that..."
"Yes?" Kittystar sighed. "Speak up, Bloodpaw. I was trying to sleep, so make it quick. You know that we're going to the gathering tonight, don't you?"
"I'm sorry to disturb you!" Bloodpaw sounded a little more confident. "I wanted to know, though, why is your name Kittystar? It sounds like a kittypet..."
Well, that was a bold question...
"Sit down." Kittystar meowed. She did the same. "I guess I'll give up some time to explain it to you."
Bloodpaw looked excited. "Really?"
"Yes, now you need to listen closely." Kittystar reminded the apprentice. "Keep in mind that I don't go telling everyone this. Try not to tell other cats, okay?"
Bloodpaw nodded enthusiastically.
Kittystar opened her mouth to begin. "Well, you were right: I used to be a kittypet..."
