Chapter 2, the new cat
ThunderClan
Leader-Firestar
Deputy- Greystripe
Medicine Cat-Cinderpelt
Apprentice, Leafpaw
Warriors- Rainwhisker
Thornclaw
Apprentice, Shrewpaw
Ashfur
Sorreltail
Sootfur
Cloudtail
Brightheart
Brackenfur
Apprentice, Whitepaw
Brambleclaw
Apprentice, Ravenpaw
Dustpelt
Apprentice, Squirrelpaw
Sandstorm
Mousefur
Apprentice, Spiderpaw
Apprentices- Squirrelpaw
Spiderpaw
Shrewpaw
Whitepaw
Leafpaw
Ravenpaw
Queens- Ferncloud
Goldenflower
Elders- Longtail
Speckletail
Dappletail
Frostfur
The dark tabby she-cat watched the tiny movements in the silent forest. Her wide amber eyes took in all the slight rustling, and her pricked ears flooded with the chirping of crickets, and the rustle of a mouse behind an oak tree.
Her claws out, the dark tabby she-cat crouched in the underbrush, and prowled toward the smell of mouse. Every hair on her pelt tingled with anticipation at the thought of trapping the small brown creature beneath her long claws.
She inhaled deeply, letting the sweet sent fill her nostrils, and her jaws parted to reveal sharp teeth.
Paw by paw, she crept around the tree, until she could see the small brown creature.
Her strong hindlegs bunched under her, and she sprang into the cool night air. The mouse turned, and vanished into the roots of the tree.
The dark tabby hissed in frustration, and turned around to see what had bothered her prey.
Fear coursed through her limbs. Four pairs of yellow eyes stared out of the bushes, and there was a strange warmth spreading over her back. She opened her eyes.
The dark tabby sighed. She stood up and jumped off the Housefolk bed, not enjoying the sunlight streaming through the window.
"Misty!" the Housefolk cried. That was all Misty could understand of there strange language.
She trotted carefully down the stairs, hiding behind a couch to avoid two Housefolk kittens who were walking over to the table for breakfast.
She pushed her way out into the well cut garden, and there was a shout behind her. With a sight, Misty turned.
It was one of the Housefolk kittens. Misty was picked up off the ground, and squeezed until she couldn't breath. Desperately she clawed at the Housefolk kitten until it cried and let go.
She leapt onto the fence, remembering her dream, then dropped down carefully into the forest.
Her paws made dimples in the soft ground. Cautiously she wandered farther into the forest, then stopped, sniffing the air.
Several cats had been here before, but they didn't smell anything like the house cats around Misty's house.
Suddenly there was a thudding of large paws behind her. Misty whirled around. A ball of white fur slammed into her, and she gasped, writhing under the weight.
Her claws thrashed blindly through air. She heaved upward, throwing the cat off her, then leaping again. She slammed into the cat with equal strength and pounded the cat into the ground. Her claws tore into the white fur, and the cat beneath her went limp. This was Misty's territory, and this cat was an intruder.
Suddenly the white cat heaved upward. Misty avoided the slashing claws, and tried to land a blow of her own. The white cat screeched, and jumped at her. Misty turned around and tore for her house. She jumped up on the fence, and looked down. The cat was below, and she let out a triumphant yowl of victory. With a yowl of anger and rage, Misty dropped from the fence and landed on the cat. She could feel its strong hind legs pounding her belly, and she new it was fresh.
She slashed her claws down its flanks, but the white kitten didn't fight back. Misty was thrown across the clearing, and the cat walked a little ways away, and looked at her in a curios way.
"You're strong," the cat mumbled, "Not like most of them Kittypets."
Misty puffed up her fur and growled, showing the white cat that she would attack if the other cat moved.
The white cat showed no threat. Misty calmed down a little, but not enough to be unprepared for another attack.
The white cat looked unconcerned about her threats. "What's your name?" she asked, "Mine's Whitepaw."
"Misty," the dark tabby she-cat growled.
Suddenly Whitepaw began to talk about a Clan. They all shared prey, there were four clans…
Misty stared. "What? You mean there are four clans of…wildcats…here in the forest?"
"Yep."
Suddenly the bracken rustled, and another cat appeared. He was ginger.
"Whitepaw…you found a Kittypet!"
"Yes, Brackenfur," Whitepaw mumbled, sounding embarrassed.
"Come on, let's take her back to camp. We all know how much Firestar loves Kittypets."
Misty was left with nothing to do but follow Brackenfur and Whitepaw through the trees. They reached a small sheltered space, then plunged down a small ravine into a small clearing.
The sandy ground was covered with paw steps. Large trees sheltered the clearing, making it shady. She could just see from here several hollowed out bushes and fern clumps, where cats where dozing. On one corner of the clearing a big rock jutted out. There was a tiny den on the side of it, but Misty had no idea what it was used as.
A large ginger tom padded over to Brackenfur. "You have a Kittypet, Brackenfur," he meowed.
His voice was deep and strong. Misty blushed.
"Yes," Brackenfur answered, "We found her outside of the Twolegplace, Firestar."
Firestar stared at her. He had large, dark green eyes. He stared at her for a long time, then meowed, "I will welcome her into ThunderClan."
He leapt onto the big rock.
"Let all cats old enough to catch there own prey please join here beneath the Highrock for a Clan meeting!"
Cats pulled themselves out of dens and bushes and trotted over to the Highrock.
"Brackenfur found a Kittypet at the Twolegplace. I have decided to welcome her into the Clan.
"This apprentice, until she has earned her warrior name will be called Ravenpaw. Brambleclaw, you will be her mentor."
A dark tabby cat padded up to Misty. She touched her nose to his, then padded away as cats chanted her name.
"Ravenpaw! Ravenpaw!"
Ravenpaw turned when there was a voice at her side.
It was Whitepaw.
"Er…Firestar wanted me to show you around the camp…and stuff."
"Oh-alright," Ravenpaw looked around at the clearing. This was a camp.
Whitepaw stalked over toward the Highrock.
"This," she meowed, swishing at the rock, "Is the Highrock. That little den in the side is Firestar's den. That is the warriors den," she flicked her tail at the hollowed-out bush.
"All the warriors sleep in there. You became a warrior after you train, and you get a new name!"
Whitepaw stalked over to a clump of ferns and grasses. "This is the apprentices den. This is where we'll sleep. Come on, I'll let you meet the other apprentices."
She bounded over to the apprentices den with Ravenpaw close behind.
Ravenpaw squeezed through the entrance.
"Hello everyone," Whitepaw meowed, "this is Ravenpaw, and she's the new apprentice. Ravenpaw, The orange cat is Squirrelpaw, the brown one is Shrewpaw, and, oh, Leafpaw's here!"
Ravenpaw opened her mouth to ask a question, but the other cats beat her to it.
"She's a Kittypet," Squirrelpaw growled.
"And she stinks," Shrewpaw hissed, unsheathing his claws.
"Oh shut up!" Whitepaw snarled, "You're part Kittypet, Squirrelpaw, Firestar is your father!"
Squirrelpaw licked her ginger pelt. "I'm better then most Kittypets. I'm the one that knows how to get my way."
She looked up at Ravenpaw. "Whoa, you're going to make a lousy warrior!"
Ravenpaw looked away, and stomped into the den, and curled up in the far corner.
Then she noticed something she hadn't seen before. It was a small black tom. He crouched with his small paws under him, and his eyes were closed.
Why didn't Whitepaw see him? Ravenpaw wondered, looking at his small pelt.
Whitepaw stalked over next to her, and lay her head on her paws. "You're going to love Clan life," she chattered, "It's great to be hunting prey, and fighting, and…"
She continued talking but Ravenpaw wasn't listening. She was looking at the camp. Several warriors had prey in there jaws, and she wondered if she could steal a mouse.
But soon she fell asleep.
The next chapter will be coming soon, so don't drop out on me here!