Captured!
A story by Amberleaf and Gingerstar14
Chapter 1- Part 1
Amberleaf's POV
Gingerpelt darted out of the camp ahead of me. I followed her at a jog.
"Come on, slow poke!" she cried. The thorn barrier rustled as she burst into the forest.
I sped up. "I'm coming! Great StarClan, you're impatient!" I called, dashing up to her. She stood in the middle of the forest clearing just past the camp entrance, panting slightly.
"Sorry," she apologized.
"Ah, it's okay." I laughed. "So, you're hunting for prey, right? I'll look for some herbs."
"What are you looking for?" Gingerpelt asked. "I can hunt around wherever you're looking."
I nodded. "I'm looking around the Twoleg nests, around the entrance to Twolegplace. Leaf-fall is approaching and already some of the cats are coughing, and we're low on catmint. I want to get some more to fight any epidemics."
"Where's Sparrowpaw?" Gingerpelt asked me. "Shouldn't she be helping you?"
I shook my head. "No; she's back at the camp, sorting though the herbs. When we get back, she'll tell me what we need and don't need, and then we can spend the rest of the afternoon collecting whatever herbs we do need."
My sister nodded. "Smart," was all she said.
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When we got to the Twoleg nests, Gingerpelt disappeared into the forest. I could see her through some bushes, crouched and slowly stalking towards something, something I couldn't see.
I leaped over the fence, and into a Twoleg garden: This one had had a lot of catmint before. There was even more this time, and I took a little while picking the best stalks; the ones that would last the longest.
I'll have to get Sparrowpaw to get some more later. There's tons of catmint here! I thought with a purr.
When I jumped back out of the Twoleg garden, Gingerpelt was sitting in front of a bush with a pile of prey at her paws. "Are you ready?" I asked. She nodded.
"Look at the gigantic squirrel I caught!" she purred.
"Oh, wow!" I gasped. She was holding up a large golden squirrel. "Where'd you find that?"
"It was in a tree. It was sleeping, so I crept up to it. When I got close, it woke up and tried to run away, but I was close enough to already pounce on it!" she bragged.
"That's great." I nodded at her pile of prey. "Pick that up, now, and let's go home."
We had just started walking when we heard a noise, and I saw some eyes glaring at me through the bushes. I shuddered, and then we both heard a voice.
"Not so fast, she-cats." The voice was cold and low, and all of a sudden a big black cat with creepy reddish-amber eyes, a big brown tabby, a gray cat, and a small yellowish cat—they were all toms, I noticed—emerged out of the bushes. They positioned themselves in such a way that they were ready to fight.
They whispered, "Give us your bodies…."
"We must fight them!" Gingerpelt, a light ginger tabby she-cat with long legs and blue eyes, whispered desperately to me.
"But…. But I have no fighting skills!" I cried. As a medicine cat, I had only learned the basics; these cats were huge and could fight way better than I could.
"You can and you will fight," hissed Gingerpelt. "Now, come on! Copy my moves if you need to; just, fight!"
So I did. Well, I tried, at least. But these cats outnumbered us, two to one each. I remember thinking: Well, at least we tried…. And then I was knocked unconscious and dragged away.