Scooter hadn't realized that the day he joined the Clans would be so difficult. It started out as any normal day of a pampered kittypet—lazy and boring. Scooter leaped from the chair he was sitting in and crept slowly across the floor. Arching his back, he stretched from his long nap.
I wish the housefolk would feed me, Scooter thought. I'm never going to survive if they don't!
Scooter jumped on the nearest windowsill. His paws scraped at the ledge—he had barely made it, thanks to his plump belly. The sunlight seared at Scooter's eyes, burning them each time he looked up at the sky. Scooter's eyes narrowed as he seen a small cat emerge from the bushes behind his home.
And just what does she think she's doing here? On my land? Scooter thought, rage building up inside of his bones. He scraped furiously at the window. Where is that pesky housefolk kit when you need her?
Finally, after about a minute of scraping, the short housefolk kit peeked at the cat. She began shouting words that Scooter couldn't understand. Just let me out, you stupid kit! Scooter slammed into the window, and, surprisingly, it opened with such ease that he flew out of the window like a bird.
The beautiful cat narrowed her eyes at Scooter. "And just who are you?" She spat.
"I am Scooter, the owner of this land! Just what do you think you're doing here?" Scooter snarled, unsheathing his claws.
"Calm down, kittypet. I'm not here for a fight." The she-cat sighed pointedly.
"Then just what are you doing here, and where are you from?"
"I am Silverfoot, deputy of ThistleClan. We come from the forest near your… den." Silverfoot replied.
"Silverfoot? That's an odd name." Scooter mewed.
"So is the name Scooter."
"So tell me why you're here again?" Scooter tilted his head. Silverfoot looked back at the forest and flicked her tail.
"We've had a vision. My Clan's medicine cat, Vineheart, believes that you are the cat that StarClan has summoned. That is why I am here, Scooter."
"If you're asking me to join the Clans…" Scooter began.
"Yes, I am asking you to join the Clans. But, if you don't have an answer now, I will come back tomorrow. Meet me by your fence at sunrise." Silverfoot quickly meowed and padded off into the forest. Another rustling noise sounded behind Scooter. He turned around and seen his mother, Stream, padding towards him.
"Hello, Stream." Scooter purred. Stream narrowed her eyes at him.
"If you're leaving to join the Clans, then I'm coming with you." Stream meowed. Scooter's eyes widened in shock.
"You can't just leave Burr and Leaf!" Scooter gasped. "They need you!"
"Your father and sister are coming with us. They cannot live the life of kittypets any longer—I know that you can't either."
Scooter knew his mother was right. Sighing, he lie down on the soft, earth-scented grass.
"What are you doing?" Stream purred with amusement.
"I have to get used to the feel of the grass beneath my paws."
"So you want to go? To the Clans, I mean." Stream purred.
"Yes, I think I do."
