Disclaimer:

I don't own the Warriors series, Erin Hunter does. I am purely making a fan-fiction of their story. The writing is mine, stealing it will be considered plagiarism. Thanks.

Robinpaw couldn't remember anything. He looked around at the unfamiliar cats, surrounding him. He remembered his name, Robinpaw, and knew the basic things every cat would know, but had no idea where he was, who he was with and what he was doing.

He sighed, and looked at the cat beside him, "Where are we going?" he asked her, blinking at the pretty silver she-cat.

"Back to camp, silly." she muttered, and batted his ear.

"Oh, right." he muttered, not wanting to be thought of as out of place. He stayed a paw-step behind so he could stay next to her, and let her lead the way. He smiled, "So...what do you want to do when we get back to camp?" he asked, trying to lean more about what was going on.

"Well, after a gathering we usually go to sleep. You do know it's the middle of the night, right?" she said, her tone teasing. "Well, this is our first gathering, so I guess it makes sense that you're confused.

Whatever." she meowed.

Robinpaw nodded, "Yeah. So what did you think of the gathering...?"

"It was okay. I mean, the best part was the start, when the leaders weren't ranting about borders and showing off new apprentices. That stuff is a bore." she murmured.

"Silverpaw!" a voice bellowed.

The silver she-cat ahead at a dark figure. "Yes, Hawkwing?" she called back, her tone calm.

"What are you doing associating with that low-life?" the voice yowled again, "Get over here, you know the ranks. You're pure, remember?" it growled.

Silverpaw looked reluctant, "I'm sorry, Hawkwing." she murmured, "I-I have to go. I...Bye." she whispered, then pushed her way through the crowd. Robinpaw watched her go, Pure? Low-life? He though, What's going on?

"Better get used to it." said a voice behind him, "She's out of your league."

Robinpaw turned to see a thin black cat staring at him from behind. "What did they mean by low-life and pure?" he whispered, matching the slender cat's pace.

"They meant, you weren't born in this clan. You should know that, or are you as thick as you seem." she whispered, "You were born from a rogue." she muttered, "Remember?"

Robinpaw shook his head, he had had enough, "No, I don't remember. I don't remember anything." he growled.

The black she-cat smiled "I know." she whispered, "Star Clan told me before the gathering."

Robinpaw was confused. "What? Why?" he asked.

"They didn't say. Wait and see."