Here's my latest idea! Now my rule with this tale is that each chapter must be 1000- words because I need to work on my tendency to be too wordy. Also, this story takes place before The Sight and doesn't progress accordingly to it for the most part, though I tried my best to make it match up. If it doesn't at one part or another feel free to inform me via review. But please enjoy my adventure/action-romance-humor-angst-mystery-suspense-fluff story. And reviews are always appreciated! -♥ katklaws

Pampered, Little Kittypet

Chapter One: The Lost Female

'Missing! Have you seen this girl? If you have any information please immediately contact the police!' read a notice on a streetlamp, and a building wall, and at the post office. In fact, the signs were pasted all over town, and the news had run through it like a wildfire in a dry forest.

A cop led the local force to the neighboring woods, along with countless concerned citizens, every single person ready to search until it was too dark to see. Accompanying these people were a few search dogs of various breeds. The missing girl's backpack and jacket were used to help the canines perhaps find her scent.

They crashed through undergrowth, searching for any indication of the girl's presence, calling her name, trying to quell that black hole of fear in their stomachs. They hunted and looked in every nook and cranny imaginable but to no avail. So, they pried further into these mysterious woods.

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Meanwhile, ThunderClan was in a state of emergency. Kits squealed, warriors barked orders and everyone was bustling about in a desperate attempt to get every cat out.

Graystripe stood valiantly at the entrance to camp, the thorn walls torn back with his own claws. Brambleclaw and several other highly respected warriors were guiding parties of panicking clan cats to safety at the edge of the forest.

A patrol had burst into camp, shaking in exhaustion and terror, screeching across camp that the two-legs were coming with dogs. Almost instantly, ThunderClan, relatively relaxed on a summer sunhigh, became alive with cats demanding more information or just wailing and bristling in terror. Then Firestar had set things straight by dishing out orders and setting panicked felines to their wits again.

The two-legs came to the quarry edge, finding it void of any sort of life. The first few people began to shuffle down the steep sides to poke in any small crack in the rock where a girl might hide.

Brackenfur carried one of his kits in his mouth, running behind the last party of ThunderClan cats when suddenly he heard his mate stop. He looked back sharply, worry and panic nearly pushing him past the limit as he looked into Sorreltail's eyes.

Suddenly the she-cat whirled around at a dead run back towards the camp, wailing an unearthly wail, "Honeykit, oh Honeykit!" Brackenfur immediately dropped the kit and pounced on Sorreltail, holding her down with his weight. Tears of despair began to well at the tom's eyes and his voice cracked in grief, "Sorreltail, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, but it's too late to get her. The two-legs are already at camp."

Sorreltail thrashed in wild fury but then she slumped to the ground, quietly crying. "I know," she whispered, knowing that there was no hope of rescuing the young kitten in a camp swarmed with hostile two-legs, "I know."

The pair heard rustling in the forest ahead and knew it was time to go. They stepped up and headed towards their fellow ThunderClan friends, scooping up Molekit and Poppykit on the way. Cinderkit was already with the clan.

But Honeykit was missing...

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"Hey!" a young women called to her husband. They had joined the search party to find the missing girl, now probing an abandoned quarry. "Look at this poor little scrap." Her husband came over, weary from searching till noon in the heat. The lady held up a small gold-colored kitten, eyes sealed in such a young age, and gave the man a look he was familiar with.

Her husband looked up in mock despair. "No! We can not take in another cat!" She simply stared with pleading eyes, but the husband knew what her argument was. "Yes, I know it'll die without its mum but you what if it doesn't make it? Are you prepared to take more heartbreak?" This time, there was a determined glare. "Now, you're on your own! I can't be waking up at four in the morning to feed it! I need full nights of sleep, especially since Chat's weaned now." She had a glimmer of amusement in her eye, obviously knowing that her husband fell just as easily for cute kittens as she did. Sighing in defeat, the husband tucked the pitiable kit in his vest pocket, making sure it could breath, before continuing their searching.

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As the sun began setting on the western horizon, ThunderClan began setting their camp back in order but a noticeable dark cloud seemed to hang over them all. The stealing of a innocent kit before she had the chance to grow and blossom was a sad event for all. Sorreltail was curled about her remaining kits, looking more drained and defeated then visibly upset now. There was no trail of the kit's scent to follow; the two-legs trampling of everything defeated any chance of that. Even if they did, how could they possible get Honeykit away? Unable to act, ThunderClan simply had to let time heal their anguish and anger.

Little did they know, that their Honeykit had more than the fate of a little stolen she-cat, doomed to death or the life of a kittypet ahead of her. Much more...