"Wake up little one." I heard from a distance.

"Wake up. Starclan gives you the strength and sight. But you must find the will. Now, get up!"

The power behind the voice frightened me, and my legs worked on their own. I stumbled up onto my feet and scrambled about to get a grip of my surroundings. The floor was slippery. My eyes snapped open and I found myself standing in a pool of bad smelling red stuff. As I slipped about, I pressed up against an ugly lump of white and grey that was soaked in the red stuff that slicked the floor. Whatever it was, it felt cold.

I meowed for something. Someone. My instinct told me to. But what came out of my jaws didn't sound right. More like an arf or a ruff than a meow. That couldn't have been my voice.

"Good kit!" There was that voice again! "I want you to step out of the cave."

Cave? What was a cave? I figured it must have been the up and around. So outside the cave should have been the colorful splash on the around that almost blinded me.

Going towards it wasn't as easy as I thought! I wobbled on my huge paws but was making progress. Finally I slipped out of the 'cave' and squinted in the color that hurt my eyes.

"Don't stare directly at the sun, you stupid thing!" I don't know why, but those words kind of hurt my heart. I was very confused by the pain I felt. The voice had been the first to enter my ears. I was walking towards it; depending on it. Why was it hurting me? Even so, I looked down at the hard stuff below me on my paws. My claws were out, but when I tried to put them back in, they wouldn't obey!

"No use in trying little one, they won't sheath themselves. It's just one of the many special things about you." I looked up. The strangest thing was looking down at me. It had the same kind of shininess as the hurting light called the sun had, but it didn't hurt as much. The eyes of the form made of light were the same color as the red stuff that smelled bad in the cave. I dared not cower in front of this thing. Instead, I tilted my head and tried to talk like he was. Frustration swelled inside my chest as I realized that all I could do was bark.

"Don't bother speaking with how undeveloped your tongue is. Fancy that! So young, and you're already walking, seeing, and trying to walk. I think we are going to get along great, fox!" he said. Fox, was that my name? It was elegant, unique. As far as a ten minute old kit could tell, it was perfect!…

What's a fox?

"I am Tigerstar." the bright thing said. "I'm so glad to be your guardian angel." for some reason, the word angel didn't suit him, and I didn't even know what an angel was!

"Starclan has given me the honor, nay, the privilege to walk about the other clan's territory to help you get to where your destiny lies." He vanished in thin air and then reappeared in a flash of red behind me. But I didn't want to flinch. If this thing or… Angel was going to help me do… whatever, then I'd be happy to let him.

"Now, you must be hungry."

I tilted my head up at Tigerstar in confusion. Hungry? What was that?

"You know… an ache in your…" he rubbed his stomach.

"Bad feeling in there?" he asked. When all I could do was bark in reply, Tigerstar's enthusiasm to help me died down visibly. He hunched his shoulders and glared, looking to the side with a roll of his glowing eyes. Then, he mumbled, "More a punishment for me then Frosttail if you ask me. This is humiliating!"

I got a few words in that. Punishment equals bad. Bad equals not good. Feeling equals emotion or sensation. Humiliating, I think it means embarrassing seeing the way Tigerstar was reacting to the way he was talking to me. But what did Frosttail mean?

"Come Fox." Tigerstar stepped over me and started walking around the cave. "Your destiny awaits you."