Hi everybody. Well, I've been interested in Warriors lately, and I decided to write a fanfic.

Toby isn't really the main character, but he'll have a pretty big role in the storyline, though. Patches, too.

So, enjoy.

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Thunder rolled in the sky, lightning flashed. Rain pelted down to the ground.

"Patches?" somebody screamed desperately, "Patches! Where are you?"
Toby was in his owners' garden, standing on top of the birdbath, looking out to the wild territory beyond.
His tail was tucked between his legs in fear, and his tongue hung from his mouth as he panted rapidly.
His yellow fur was all damp, his eyes were moving about, and Toby was shaking violently, partly because of cold, and of fear.
Toby knew that the young ginger cat was always trying to escape from the house. But, why?
He had heard about the clans and packs that lived in the valley that the yellow Labrador resided in. There was ThunderClan, RiverClan, and the other clans. SkyPack and RockPack were a few packs that lived here.

The young dog finally stopped barking; he knew it was useless. Besides, the other cats and dogs wouldn't like it.
"Am I crazy enough to go to the wild? By myself?" Toby asked himself.
He stared at the Beyond, as the cats and dogs here called it; unlike the easy, luxurious life of a pet; life as somebody in a clan or pack was dangerous.
It was easy to get killed by mountain lions, farm dogs, or even other clans or packs. But all the animals feared the Twolegs the most; they were destroying their habitat.
"Well.....for Patches! What could happen to her?" the dog stated. He then proceeded to dig a tunnel under the fence when he heard his owners call him back inside.
Now Toby was confused; should he go out, into the wild, to save his best friend, Patches, or should he go back to his owners?
Enough thinking, Toby said to himself in his mind, Patches is out there, somewhere.
His owners made puckering sounds and called out his name.
But instead of trotting back to his Twoleg masters, Toby ignored them.
He jumped over the fence with all his might, and went into the Beyond.

"Patches? Where are you?"
Toby sniffed the air for any scent, but there was nothing but the aroma after rain.
He was now in the middle of a small meadow; to his left was a abandoned quarry, and there was an odd glowing pond ahead of him. Trees grew next to it.
"Huh? What's that?" Toby said. He padded closer to the pool, and soon, the dog reached it.
Toby felt thirsty; so he approached the pond and lapped the water. It was better tasting than the disgusting Twoleg water.
Suddenly, the world spiraled, and soon, the meadow around him turned into a snowy forest. The pool wasn't in front of Toby anymore.
"W-w-what? What the?" the dog gasped in shock. He studied the area, and ran around the thickets and cliffs.

"Welcome to your ancestors' home, little one," said a voice.
Toby nearly yelped when he saw a huge, magnificent wolf walk out from behind a snow-capped cliff.
Soon, other wolves and dogs appeared behind her.
"I am Icehowl," the beautiful creature woofed in a soft voice, "And these are my descendants. They are your ancestors."
"But I'm a housedog! How can be possibly related to them?" Toby protested.
Icehowl stepped down from the cliff and walked over to him.
"Ah, all of them, young one, are you ancestors. They are free creatures; but the Twolegs took it all away millions of suns later. You must leave them."
Toby was surprised. His Twolegs had treated him well; they didn't do anything bad to him, or something.
"I know you are protesting against that; but they had took the dogs and spoiled them, brainwashed them. The same thing with cats, too. They were once free and strong, but the Twolegs destroyed them. Just like us. Just like you."
After those words, the world spiraled again, and Toby was now back at the pool.
He noticed that it was dawn.
"I slept? And that....dream wasn't very long!" the dog woofed. Time passed to so fast! But no time for that now; he had to go find Patches.

His first stop was the farm, which was not far from the pond.
Sheep grazed in a field inside a large corral; they bleated and dropped scat all over the place. Toby nearly retched when he smelled the droppings.
Were the sheep once free, too? Did they live high in the mountains, with mighty horns and strong legs? Maybe, and now here they were...nothing but dumb, weak animals. It was all the Twolegs' fault. But he thought about his owners.
The gate was open, and Toby hesitated. There were some particularly unfriendly dogs around here; the animals were very territorial. But he noticed there was none of those hairy mutts, so he could pass through here safely.
Cautiously, Toby entered the corral and sniffed the air consecutively...good. No crazy housedogs.

But the Labrador had a feeling that one could come out of nowhere and attack him.

"For Patches...for Patches...."
And so Toby was now in the middle of the field, and sheep surrounded him, but paid no attention.
He was extremely worried about Patches; she could of been killed by wild animals. Or worse....kidnapped by Twolegs; they would put her in a large truck with many cages inside....and drive her to the kennel.
The young dog was too deep in thought when he bumped into a large sheep, causing it to panic. Soon, a chain reaction started!
Stupid sheep! Toby screamed in his head. Now I'm spotted!
The stench of housedog filled the canine's nose, and barking and howling exploded in his floppy ears.
"Intruder! Intruder!" an immense dog roared. The Collie's ears flopped about, and an ugly snarl was on his face.
Adrenaline shot through Toby's body, and he broke into a sprint. But the corral door was closed....
"Get out! Leave! Before I kill you like I had to every single stray that has passed through my master's territory!" the collie barked, and he was close to Toby.
The young dog was horrified; he thought of cats getting mauled by him, dogs beaten into submission.
Now Toby ran even faster, but then he felt a searing pain in his hindquarters. It was so agonizing that the poor dog howled in pain.
He turned, and the collie lunged at the young dog; Toby barked and struggled to make this creature submit to him.
"Get out! GET OUT!" the housedog woofed. He put his head over Toby's, to try and dominate; but the Labrador was determined to save Patches.
And so, with one magnificent lunge, he knocked the collie off and ran away as fast as he could.

He had experienced it. He had experienced freedom.