This is my first fanfiction. (If you would consider this being one ^.^) Okay so, this takes place moons after The Last Hope. I created the main character of this fanfiction. In the next chapters (If people want me to write them that is…) there will be times when my made character meets other characters that are from the book. I plan on writing more chapters to this Fanfiction if people want me to…

So please, review with you guy's honest opinions. : )

Ohhhh, sugar, I almost forgot…. So… uhm….. I wasn't going to do this….. but….. it just ended up this way….. ITS TWO TOMS! IM SO SORRY! I wasn't going to make it that way but… it just happened….

I probably stopped like all of you from reading this ….. that's fine I guess…

Well, if youre still here and you don't mind reading this….. YAYYY!

Enjoy! (If possible...)

~TheFuzzyKitten c:

It was moon-high. The moon casted scattered light on the huge field. Long shadows where made by every bush and by the sprinting tom, who's breath was showing from the leaf-bare air. His huffing rang loudly through the air, scaring away any prey that was nearby. He didn't care about the prey. All he wanted to do now was run. Run away from the news he just heard. Run away from the yowls, shrieks, and hisses he heard in his camp from the battle that was held earlier. His muscles screeched for him to stop running, to stop and rest, but he ignored it and heaved on. He felt tears swelling in his eyes but he refused to let them run. Novapaw never, never cries. Not over anything.

He kept the tears in, for the apprentice treasured pride. His mother always taught him that pride was the one thing you didn't have to earn from anyone but yourself. Every other valuable emotion, you earned from others. Novapaw wasn't sure if he believed all of what his mother had told him but he still kept pride on his highest pedestal. Just because he had pride in himself, the cat wasn't the boastful kind. He didn't prance around, telling other clan cats that he was better than them- no – he wasn't that type of cat. It might not make since to every cat but to Novapaw it did. He didn't think he was better than every cat, but he didn't think he was the least valuable cat. You could call it self-confidence from a certain perspective but Novapaw thought differently. He gave everyone the respect that they earned, another thing taught by his mother. Some cats saw this as a weakness; others saw it as a very valuable trait Novapaw had.

The sleek, light-grey cat pounded on. His eyes were focused not in front of him, like they should have been, but up. He loved to look up at Silverpelt. It always calmed him when he was kit. When he was a kit, if he would wake his mother up at night with all his wigging and moving about, she would take him out of the nursery, and show him the beauty of Silverpelt. It made him feel all warm inside, like he was safe. And, he knew he was.

But that feeling of protection didn't come. Instead, Novapaw found himself disgusted, like he had just been told the worst of lies. He felt as if the world he knew was running him down and he wouldn't survive the chase; he felt like a plump rabbit, the ones that never stand a chance against his fellow clan mates. This feeling made him disgusted at himself to. He wanted to curl up in a ball and wake up from this nightmare.

Because of the thoughts racing through his head, Novapaw didn't notice the change of scenery, or the branch laid out in the path on front of him. He tripped landing head first onto the ground. He hissed roughly and sat up, flicking specs of dirt off his long ears. Why are there tree branches on Windclan territory? There are supposed to be a few bushes but…He didn't think about it too much. He didn't care. The thin tom sat there, catching his breath from his charge to…. where ever he was now. He kept his eyes down on the ground.

What am I doing? I just ran away from my problem… talk about a feather-brained decision…

Novapaw stood suddenly, ears falling back on his head. "I'm being pathetic!" he hissed, digging his claws as far as he could into the stiff, cold ground.

"Why sit here and complain like a small kit! I'm being ridiculous!" Then, it hit him hard. The throbbing pain in his chest. The burning behind his eyes and in his stomach. He crouched low, shutting his eyes tightly. The pain coursed through his body, making every part of feel as if it was about to break. The apprentice couldn't bare it.

He let the tears flow.

They were swelling, hot tears, the worst kind. He let out bursts of tears, the type of weeping that made your stomach feel as if it was tumbling over itself. He let himself fall the rest of the way to the ground. He slowly curled himself up, placing his head flat on the ground. His tears hit the chilled ground with a silent thud. He felt like disappearing. If any cat saw him now, it would shatter every single aspect of honor, you could call it, that he had.

The wind blew, causing the rustling of trees to be heard. This made Novapaw shiver, moving his nose under his paw. As soon as the sheer cold pierced through his fur, it was stopped by a warm presence. The warmth spread throughout his body, like when you basked in the sun during Greenleaf. Novapaw realized, after a moment of enjoying the warmth that it was coming from another cat. The Windclan tom felt fur brushing against his and when he sniffed the air, he caught a scent of another cat mixed with his. He couldn't tell if the scent was of a Windclan cat but, because of the state that he was in, he didn't explore the scent.

A burst of tears again left Novapaw. He let out a small sobbing sound, trying to be as silent as possible.

"It's okay. I'm here" a low, edging voice rang. The cat next to Novapaw moved closer to him, placing their head on his flank gently. Novapaw hesitated, his eyes remaining shut.I need to leave. I need to get up, and run away from this mysterious cat! But he couldn't for some reason; he didn't want to. He found himself… calming down. Like this one cat's presence was taking all of his sorrow away. He felt protected.

Novapaw moved closer to the cat. He loved the feeling of being protected. Of course, he would never admit this to anyone; it was what kits liked. His tears soon faltered and stopped so the only sound that was heard was the breeze swaying trees and his own breathing. He focused on what the body pressed upon him felt like. It was big, not massive like some of the cats he had seen at Gatherings, but he could tell that this cat was strong. The cat felt bigger in general, so, most likely, this cat was a warrior. Novapaw shot those thoughts out of his mind. He didn't care right now. He truly didn't.

After a while of unmistakable comfort, Novapaw spoke quietly. "I'm pitiful..." he felt his thoughts slipping away into the dark sea of sleep; his head was fuzzy, the sign of slipping off to slumber.

"No you aren't...

Bunny."

~U~U~

Novapaw jolted awake, catching his breath like he had just seen a pack of foxes. What happened? Where am I? He stood fiercely, getting into a ready-to-attack stance just in case the cat was still around.

I'm in… Windclan territory.

There was no mistaking it. The wide open field was singing in the sunlight. The gentle, chilled breeze brought the scent of hare and grass. Novapaw shook his head and sighed.

"The clan is probably worried sick about me…" he muttered to himself. " I have to face them sooner or later..." He didn't want to go back yet. He didn't want to face the others as they practiced their sorrows just like he had done the night before. He wanted to be with the cat he was with last night; the one that could protect him from what had happened yesterday.

The one that could erase the memory of his mentor's death.