After ages of occasionally getting notifications for reviews, checking my old stories and cringing my heart out, I've decided to rewrite this. It's just… so bad. I had to rewrite it. Like, did I not know what a comma was? The heck? And imaginary friends? Weird. Fair warning: I've fallen out of Warrior Cats and am way more into Undertale now.

Snowfight pelted, horrified, from his humans den, shaking with fear and blood loss. His vision hazed as he cleared ground, probably leaving a trail of blood. He set his sights on the river- that was far from his humans den, right? Finally making it, he collapsed on the bank, heaving and shaking as the adrenaline wore off, letting the pain occupy his mind. He vaguely registered four figures sliding from the water and taking him by the scruff. Too tired to fight back, he let himself be dragged, sure that this was to be his demise.

He awoke in a hollowed thorn bush with a distinct lack of pain. Well, it still hurt, but it wasn't nearly as awful as the breathtaking pain before. A pale ginger cat a good deal older than him with soft green eyes came padding up, tail swishing behind her. "Greetings, kittypet. I see you've awoken," she meowed, seating herself before him calmly.

"W-what's a kittypet?" he questioned, bristling as he pushed himself up. He nearly collapsed within a moment, joints stiff and sore.

"Ah, please, don't strain yourself," she said, "you're injured pretty badly. A kittypet is a house cat. That's the term your kind use, is it not?"

"O-oh, uh, yeah, it is," he mumbled, feeling a little dumb for not understanding. "But- who're you?"

"I'm Pikefur, the medicine cat of Riverclan. I'm the one who healed you," she paused glancing him over, "speaking of healing; what gave you those injuries..?"

He had to take a moment to think, memory a little cloudy. "My, uh, humans. One of the older human kits got at me when everyone else was gone, I- I don't know why." Snowfight tensed suddenly, remembering that he was spilling his story to a stranger.

Pikefur looked amused at his sudden tensing, her whiskers giving an idle twitch. "Humans are, ah, twolegs, yes? The ones that keep you kittypets?" At his nod, she continued. "Ah, well, what happened to you is truly unfortunate. Twolegs, or- ah, humans, they really are rather unpredictable. That's why we don't trust them."

"You.. you keep talking about a 'we' and a 'Riverclan,' what does, er, that mean..?"

"Ah, yes, I totally forgot, didn't I? Riverclan is one of the four clans of this lake, alongside Thunderclan, Shadowclan, and Windclan. Being a kittypet, you must've met the other wildcats in the pine forest, yes?"

Wondering what she'd forgotten, Snowfight shook his head slowly. "No..? I, uh, don't come from the city over there. My humans live in the other direction." He flicked his tail behind them, away from the lake and front of camp.

"Oh, I wasn't aware there was a… city over there..? Is a city a twoleg-nest, or a group of them perhaps..?"

"Yeah, actually. A city is a group of human dens. They can apparently be really large, but mine is fairly small."

Pikefur purred softly for a moment, giving a mrow of amusement. "Well, you learn something new every day I suppose. But, ah, we got off track. Clans are groups of cats, we hunt and fight for each other. We use a hierarchy system, and i'm sure you'll meet our leader soon enough."

He nodded slowly, his mind working to wrap around the concept of cats living and fighting on their own. "So, which of the clans is in charge then..?"

"Oh, none of us, we're just rivals. Each clan has their own separate leader, deputy, medicine cat, etcetera. We all share the warrior code, though that's just a set of morals and rules."

Before he could respond, another someone else trotted in. The offending cat was a lanky blue gray tom with a friendly look upon his face. "Ah, so he wakes!" the newcomer said, taking his seat beside Pikefur, who gave a soft huff of amusement at his energy.

"Hey, you alright there?" he barely gave Snowfight a chance to nod before continuing. "I'm Larkstar, the Riverclan leader."

"Told you he would end up bursting in here any minute," Pikefur said, flicking an ear.

"Did he agree yet?" the leader questioned, glancing at her.

"Agree to what?" the younger cat questioned, tilting his head to the side curiously.

"Well, uh- Oh! What is your name? I'm afraid I never got it."

"Right, I'm Snowfight, I should've said."

"Oh, a name fit for a warrior already," Larkstar interjected, "too bad you aren't of age yet. How old even are you, seven moons?"

"Eight," he huffed.

"Toms," Pikefur muttered with mild affection. "Anyways, we seem to have gotten off track. I have an offer for you, Snowfight. Would you like to join Riverclan?"

The younger cat was caught off guard by the question, remaining in a stumped silence. On one hand, he highly distrusted his humans now, but on the other… he just met these cats. After a far too long second of deliberation, he concluded that he could always just leave, right?

"...Sure," he replied, nodding slowly.