**Lancey**

"And where have you two been exactly?" Lancey kept his calm stride into the darkened alleyway, paying no mind to the others words and simply walked past him. He knew this angered the particular cat named Bandit, most of the cats in this pack kept their former names. Some were kittypets, some warriors, some just random strays.

"You know, Onyx is getting really sick of you just wondering away." Bandit said over his shoulder and Lancey sighed heavily. He watched Chi walk beside him with the same expression as he did, they were not amused by the other cat trying to act as if he's in second in command.

"So, you have secrets Chi?" Lancey whispered, he liked the young cat. She had beautiful fighting skills and her stamina could stay up for as long as it needed. "Kittypet, right?" He asked, trying to remember where she had come from.

"Yeah… I was a house pet. I think my sister is still in our childhood nest, but I was sold off to a twoleg who hurt me." She spoke quietly, trotting down the damp alley to a hole of an old broken down factory. "House pet and kit… right?" Lanceys ears twitched, his story was a little odd.

"Right. I was born a kittypet but the twolegs left me, wanting food I went into the forest and one of the clans took me in. Then I was playing with my sister and I killed her by accident. Before anyone knew I ran away and Onyx found me a few days later." He gave a very simple background to the cat as they slipped into the hole of the building together.

It was a large building with three floors. The walls, windows, and roof her smashed, crumbling and decaying. These cats only cared about a dry place to stay, and there was plenty of room for each cat.

"Don't worry Onyx, we were just trying to catch some prey, but you know how hard that is at night, yes?" Lancey saw the large tom out of the corner of his eyes, peering down from a hole in the second floor. He simply walked away and Lancey placed himself in his normal resting spot. The right corner of the first floor.

He watched Chi go to her little corner, the upper right one where most of the she-cats would sleep to keep each other warm. It was sweet in his mind to see cats with such horrid backgrounds to get along so well that they'd offer their warmth to one another. The toms on the other hand kept their distance from one another.

"All is dark in a world filled with pain, take my hand and I will show you the way. This is where dark and light meet in peace." A gentle voice, soft and warming of the soul and body. A mother tone as if she was talking to a suckling kit. Though there was nothing.. it's was black, blacker than a night without the moon.

"This place is nowhere, it's black. My paws do not feel anything." Lancey whispered, he was floating in nothing.

"There is no place where dark and light meet in peace, there will always be bloodshed and there will always be pain. The world is a cruel place where every cat must make hard choices." The gentle voice continued, the tone now saddened as if he figured it out much sooner than he should have.

One outline. Illuminating blue. A sleek young she-cat with eyes that were the stars themselves. Lancey watched with wide eyes in interest, he tried reaching his paw out but he was frozen now.

"Silverkit." The young she-cat purred, walking over to Lancey and with a feather like touch she nuzzles him. Lancey didn't know what to say, his body began to tingle and his mind began to swirl.

"H-How…" He asked, he had that name only for a short time and he doubts any of the cats from the clan remember him much, but this cat was acting like she was his old friend.

"Raccoonkit. Remember? You killed me Silverkit, but I know you did not mean to kill me. You're a larger than average cat and a week or so older. You were close to apprenticeship and you used your claws without knowing." She spoke so calmly that his heart began to ache, his sweet little sister was now inside of his head, describing what he had been trying for forget for years.

"I-I'm so sorry! I never meant to hurt you… you all accepted me as if I was family and not a sickly little kitty. I was so grateful for you all, and at night we tussled as always but I killed you! I fled in fear… I never meant to kill you Raccoon…" He lowered his head before he began to feel fur instead of the tingles. He lifted his head and what he saw surprised him.

His sister, all grown up. A grey she-cat with a thick band of black around her eyes and rings around her ears and tail. She looked like Bandit… just female and much better but together. Without thinking Lancey rushed over to his clan sister but before he could touch her fur… it all drifted away.

BOOM!

Thunder echoed loudly throughout the building, multiple cats stirring away at once. A storm was here, the first one in a long while and it seemed so much more violent than normal. The thunder sounded as if it was right next to his ear and the rain beat on the ground and room. Multiple droplets of water leaking through each floor of the building, luckily the corners will be the driest once the storm passes over.

"Is everyone here?" Onyx, his pelt soaked with water, cling to his skinny form padded in from the hold in the side of the wall. Lancey lifted his muzzle off of his paws and looked around at the group of cats who are trying to make sure their pack was all in the safety of the house.

"Where Chi?" One of the she-cats spoke up, all of them standing up and looking around anxiously for the ginger cat. "And where's Misty? She's an apprentice!" The same she-cat spoke up and Lancey quickly rose to his feet.

As he did two soaked cats slowly walked into the house, the once fluffy pelt of Chi clung to her bony figure as she held the young Misty in her paws before setting her down. With water clinging to their of their pelts they looked weak and as if they were starving by the way it outlined their bones.

With a bit of relief Lancey took his place back on the ground, watching as they formed a circle around Chi, Misty and even Onyx. Soon Lancy and Banit began to pad over and help with the drying. Soon the entire pack was sharing tongues with one another in a comforting way as the storm rages on.

They think we're brutes, that we live to kill and steal the lives of the innocent. We're a family, stronger than we clans. We are bound together with the strong hold of a second chance. Unbroken is a family… but I cannot speak the same for the pack Lost.