An earsplitting howl wailed through the air.

Jazz? Jingle?

Pitch raised his head, and looked around, trying to catch sight of their familiar black and white pelts, but with a sudden, sinking realization, he saw that he could see nothing through the many, many trees that were surrounding him.

The howl swept through the air again, and Pitch felt a soft pelt press against his own. Looking over, he saw his brother, Medley, cowered down, with his ears flat, and his eyes opened wide.

"W-Where are we?" he asked, his long black fur was standing on end. Even his sister, Harmony, who was usually so calm, was sinking her claws into the ground.

"I don't know, I just woke up, and I was here!" exclaimed his other sister, Piper.

Pitch nodded. He didn't know how long he had been there, but he was already feeling a stab of homesickness. He missed racing through the pasture, so fast, it felt like he was flying rather than just running. He missed helping Jazz and Jingle herd sheep.

His littermates often scoffed at the fact that he liked to hang out with Jazz and Jingle, and do dogs' work, but it was the only time he actually felt like he wasn't a burden.

Even when he messed up, like the time he accidentally herded a sheep in the wrong direction, Jazz and Jingle didn't get angry with him, or call him a worthless failure, instead, they praised his speed, and told him that he would eventually learn how to navigate better.

"I bet it's Pitch's fault, I bet our housefolk got fed up with him not growing, and after what the vet said, she decided to get rid of us all!" spat Piper.

Pitch flattened his ears, and looked down at his paws, feeling guilt swell up in his chest.

What if she was right?

Often, his housefolk would set him on this shiny surface, and she would keep him on there, until he felt like he would burst out of his fur with impatience, and then, she would finally take him off, and every time, she would have a look of pure disappointment on her face.

One time, his housefolk took he and Piper to the vet, him because he wasn't growing, and Piper because she had hurt her paw.

After what seemed like a lifetime of being poked and prodded, the vet finally told his housefolk the diagnosis. He wasn't well adept in the language of twolegs, but Piper knew enough, to tell him that the vet said, that he probably wouldn't get any bigger than the size of a three moon old kitten, and that he would probably never be able to have kittens of his own.

A couple of moons passed after that, and Piper's paw healed completely, but he didn't get any bigger.

"It's not Pitch's fault, and fighting won't help," spat Harmony. Pitch blinked at her gratefully, but he couldn't stop the feeling that it was his fault, and if it wasn't for him, his littermates would be safe inside the house, snoring away in their beds.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?"

At the sound of the unfamiliar meow, Pitch's fur began to rise, and Medley let out a fear-laced hiss.

"I don't know, a bunch of trespassers?"

Pitch swallowed hard, and held back a fear-hiss of his own, there were two cats here, possibly more.

Could they be the clan cats that his mother had told him and his littermates about?

A pang of loneliness shot through him at the thought of his mother. Two moons ago, she had been taken away, and he hadn't seen her since.

Maybe she's out here, he thought, maybe she's lost, and is searching for a way to get back home. He hoped that she would succeed, or better yet, that he and his littermates would find her out here, and they could all find their way back home together.

"Hey, what are you doing so close to FangClan territory?"

Pitch couldn't help but to jump back, when he saw the two cats standing in front of him. They weren't very tall, Medley and Harmony were probably taller than them, but their broad shouldered builds told him that they weren't to be messed with.

"Well?" demanded the cat, a spiky furred brown tabby tom, whose pelt was a shade between Piper's light brown one, and Pitch's dusky brown one.

"Yeah, answer my brother's question when he asks them!" spat the other cat. This one was a spiky furred grey tabby she-cat, whose amber eyes gleamed with malice.

"We just woke up here, we have no idea where we are, and why would we be here anyway? Look how dirty my pelt is!" spat Piper.

"At least you have short fur that isn't white," grumbled Harmony, glancing down at her own long furred white pelt.

Pitch supposed he was lucky, his fur was long like Harmony's but it was a lot darker, except for the areas that were white, like his paws, chest, belly, muzzle, and the tip of his tail. However, his pelt wasn't as dark as Medley's, whose was pure black.

"Aw your poor kittypet pelts are getting dirty," cooed the grey she-cat sarcastically, with a roll of her eyes.

"You'd be upset too if you weren't already ugly to begin with," retorted Piper.

"Oh Piper no," groaned Harmony, as Medley slunk back even further, his black pelt merging into the shadows, making him appear almost invisible.

"I'm going to claw your pelt off!" yowled the grey she-cat.

"There'll be none of that," meowed a new voice. This belonged to a yellow and white she-cat, with blue eyes, a few shades lighter than Pitch's own.

"Daisycloud, they're trespassing!" protested the grey she-cat, though, she sheathed her claws, and stepped back, much to Pitch's relief.

"They're not technically over the border, but they're close," growled the brown tom.

"Even if they were, they're just a bunch of kittypet kits, what harm can they do?" asked Daisycloud.

"Where are your twolegs?"

This came from a skinny black and white tom. His arrival made Pitch's fur prickle along his spine, he hadn't even heard him coming.

"We don't know!" wailed Piper, "We just woke up here, I just want to go home!"

The two cats looked at each other, and let out a sigh.

"Do you think it's possible that you could have been abandoned?" asked Daisycloud, though her voice was kind, her words stung Pitch.

Had his housefolk really thrown he and his littermates away like they belonged in the litter box?

"Well, if you want to join FangClan, we could always use more cats," meowed the black and white tom.

"Junipersnow!" hissed Daisycloud , "We can't just invite strange cats to join FangClan without talking to Willowstar first!"

"There's a gathering tonight, why don't we just take them there, and see what all the leaders have to say?" asked Junipersnow, as Piper whispered in Pitch's ear,

"What's a gathering?"

"I don't know," he whispered back.

Daisycloud twitched the tip of her tail, a sign that she was irritated, Pitch flattened his ears, and took a step back, hoping that she wasn't irritated at him or Piper for speaking out of turn.

"Willowstar makes the decisions for FangClan, we have to talk to her first," she meowed sternly.

Pitch let out a sigh, relieved that the yellow and white she-cat wasn't irritated with him or Piper.

"What are you all talking about anyway? Where are you going to take us?" asked Harmony.

Her addressing the other cats surprised Pitch, she hardly ever talked, unless it was to settle arguments between he and Piper, or to calm Medley down when something scared him.

"Well, it's against the Warrior Code to let kits fend for themselves, so we're going to have to look out for you," purred Junipersnow, "It's going to be great! I can show you all around FangClan's camp, and teach you all how to fight, and how to hunt, and-"

"If Willowstar says it's okay," Daisycloud cut him off.

"Yeah, and you're my mentor, you don't need to waste your time with these kittypets," spat the spiky furred tom.

"That's enough Burrpaw, they're kits, and we will treat them with kindness despite their background," meowed Junipersnow sternly.

Burrpaw mumbled something under his breath that Pitch couldn't hear, but he could tell by the expression on his face, that it wasn't anything kind.

"If we join your clan, will we get to fight?" asked Piper.

Pitch looked at her with surprise, she wasn't considering joining them was she? What about their housefolk? What about Jazz and Jingle?

"Well, they do say that FangClan is the clan with the best fighters," bragged the grey she-cat.

"Yeah, well, I bet I could beat the best FangClan fighter in a fight!" exclaimed Piper.

Harmony let out a groan, and Pitch couldn't blame her, Piper was always finding ways to get into trouble. He was just glad that most of the time, she had the decency not to drag them down with her.

"That would be my father, Wolfpelt, he's the deputy."

There was pride in the grey she-cat's meow.

Burrpaw nodded.

"He's my father too, Thistlepaw and I are littermates!"

He too sounded proud.

"I can't wait to see our father kick her kittypet tail!" exclaimed Thistlepaw, as a purr rumbled in her chest.

Pitch swallowed hard, would they really allow that to happen? Piper may have been tough, but he doubted she could take on a full grown forest cat.

"There will be none of that," scolded Daisycloud, "We will take the kits to Willowstar, and see what she has to say about it."

"I'm not going anywhere!" wailed Medley, who was still hiding in the shadows, "I'm going to stay right here until my housefolk comes and gets me."

"He's right," meowed Pitch, "In fact, Jazz and Jingle could be looking for us right now."

Piper lashed her tail, "Doubt it, they're probably just chasing sheep like they do day after day," she shook her head, "I don't see why you like hanging around them so much."

"They're herding sheep," Pitch corrected her.

"I know you miss your twolegs and what not, but it's not safe to be out here alone, I wouldn't even trust a clan born kit to be out here alone, much less one born into the comforts of a kittypet lifestyle," meowed Junipersnow.

"I have you know that I could survive just fine out here on my own, and I'll prove it after I defeat Wolfpelt in a fight!" spat Piper.

Harmony shook her head.

"She's going to get herself killed."

"We don't believe in killing it's against the Warrior Code, but come along, we must speak to Willowstar, and she will decide what will be done with you," meowed Daisycloud.

Pitch thought about staying, if he left this spot, then Jazz and Jingle might never find him, but what if Junipersnow was right? What if it wasn't safe to be out here alone?

"I think we should go," sighed Medley, "At least then we won't be split up."

"He's right, it's best if we all stick together, and maybe, if we join the clan, they can help us find our housefolk," meowed Harmony.

"Come on!" urged Piper, "I want to fight Wolfpelt!"

Harmony bounded up to her, and flicked her on the ear with her tail.

"Alright, but you're not fighting Wolfpelt, you will behave yourself."

Piper rolled her eyes.

"I was born first out of all of us, why are you always trying to tell me what to do?"

"Because, if I didn't, you would have gotten yourself, and possibly all of us, killed a long time ago."

The two sisters continued bickering, but Pitch tuned them out, instead deciding to focus his mind on what would happen when they reached FangClan territory.

Would the other cats be as welcoming to them as Daisycloud and Junipersnow had, or would they be hostile like Burrpaw and Thistlepaw?

And what about the gathering that they kept talking about?

He didn't know what would happen, he just hoped that he and his littermates would make it through unscathed, and that he would get to see Jazz and Jingle again.


AN:

Alright, here are the clans if you want to submit your ocs to one of them, if you need the character sheet, just message me, and I will give it to you, or you can make your own.

Without further ado...

FangClan - clan for the best fighters

WebClan - clan for the swimmers

NoseClan - clan for the best trackers

LegClan - clan for the swiftest and most agile cats