It was a beautiful morning outside. Birds were calling as the wind blew. Frisk woke up to a startle: she was sleeping... outside? She got up on... okay, this was not normal. Frisk looked down: she had paws. She stumbled slowly across the forest, coming to a stop at a small creek.
"What are you doing here on our territory?" Said a group of cats, claws unsheathed.
"I don't mean any harm!" She said carefully.
"Scram, loner!" Said one of the cats from the patrol. "Chase them out!"
They ran after her. She yelped, still uneasy on her legs. She skidded to a halt at a neighborhood, where the group of cats had stopped.
"You better stay there!" One of them yelped.
"Don't come back!" Another one yowled.
"Stop." A cat came from out of nowhere.
"Lilacpelt! What are you doing here?!" One of the cats stepped forward.
"I was collecting some herbs when I saw you chase this cat out. What did they do?"
"They're a loner, Lilacpelt! You should know by now that loners must be chased off our territory! You've always been too gentle!" said one of the cats.
"I have to speak to Brackenstar about this. They must be accepted into the clan! Look how underfed they look!" She retorted. "Follow me, loner." She ran toward the camp, barely stopping for breath, while Frisk lagged behind, not used to 4 paws.
"Brackenstar!" Lilacpelt busted into the leader's den, nearly knocking over the dead mouse at the entrance.
"What is it, Lilacpelt?" He asked, curious.
"I've found a friendly loner that seemed to want a home. Surely they will be able to stay in our clan?" She asked him.
"It depends. Let me see the loner."
Frisk stepped forward, still a bit unsteady.
"What is your name, loner?" Lilacpelt asked.
"Frisk," she said.
"We'll let you stay in camp for a certain amount of time. For now, we will give you an apprentice name." He said, getting up and jumping onto a nearby tree.
"Let all cats old enough to climb the highest sycamore gather beneath Hightree for a clan meeting!"
Cats seemed to have poured out from every corner. Big, small, and in-between. It was suddenly clear that Frisk was going to face a huge crowd. it didn't matter, because she had once been on stage with Mettaton already. This must be nothing compared to that event.
"Today, we will take in a loner and give her an apprentice name."
There were mixed yowls, both of excitement and frustration.
"Why loners? Are we that weak?"
"Thank you! Loners need places to stay!" That one came from Lilacpelt.
"Frisk, do you wish to pick your apprentice name?" Brackenstar asked.
"No thanks," She replied.
"Alright. As of today, your new apprentice name shall be Oakpaw."
Oakpaw squealed with delight. She liked her new name. But she couldn't possibly forget about home. She had to find a way back, and fast.