Chapter One
A Set of Emerald Eyes
Misty stretched her paws, eager to get up and running. Her mother would be furious, but she wouldn't care anyway. As she tiptoed to the big front door that was the entrance of her housefolk's den, a loud purr echoed behind her. "And where do you think you're going, young Misty?" her mother, Spring, asked. "I'm going to live with the wildcats!" Misty said, loudly. Her mother's amused purr quickly changed into a furious snarl. Her lip curled, and her haunches rose. But as quickly, she calmed down. "Oh, dear. They're dangerous! They'd kill you with one blow!" she said sweetly, but it sounded really plastic.
"No they won't!" Misty hissed. "I'm strong! I'm brave! They won't stand a chance!"
Spring let out an amused purr. "When you're old enough, dear. I'm sure you'd make a wise decision."
6 months have passed, and Misty's housefolk took her mother away. And every day since then, she'd wait for the wildcats to come to her and invite her to join them. But she'd wait inside, in the lawn for she was too little to climb up.
One day, Misty leaped onto the pale-green fence of her housefolk's den. She was so proud. A body lay next to her to celebrate such an achievement. That was her best friend, Queen. She was several months older than her, but they were still best friends. She was oddly pudgy that day.
"I'm gonna join the wild cats soon, Queen!" she leaped and played around with a toy mouse her housefolk gave her. "Just you wait," she tossed the mouse to Queen, and waited for her to toss it back. But she didn't. She just yawned and hit the mouse with her paw arrogantly, tossing it to the ground, far away from Misty.
"Oh Misty! Can't you just give up this silly dream of yours?" Misty stopped playing with the mouse. She sniffed the air. It smelled weird, and the smell was like the smell of her brother, Jumper, after he'd been to the vet. "Queen! You've been to the vet! That's why you're so… so…."
Queen stood up and glared at her friend. "So what? Fat? Pudgy?"
"Lazy!"
"Me? Lazy? Why, I just caught a chaffinch yesterday!"
"Well that's just luck!" Misty hissed, angry that her friend was now uninterested in playing and fooling around with her. "Well you know what? I'm going to sleep some more! I'm too tired to argue with you." Queen stood up and walked slowly back to her housefolk's den. Misty just waited for the wildcats to come.
It was soon nighttime, and Misty yawned. As she turned to leave, she sensed a flinch in the forest. "Who's there? Queen?" She turned around. A pair of emerald green eyes was staring at her, boring into her eyes. A flame-colored pelt stepped out of the dark, and flared in front of her. "Hello, Misty." The cat said to her.
"Wh—Who are you?"
""I'm Firestar, one of the leaders of what you call the 'wildcats'." He paused, knowing that Misty wanted to know the reason he was here. He thought awhile of what he was going to say, and there was an awkward silence. The dead of the night whistled in her ears. The wind tickled her paws.
"I've come to bring you home." He concluded.