Crystal sat on the front steps of her house, stroking a black cat curled in her lap.
"Crystal."
The cat froze, looking at Crystal intently. She scratched him behind his ears before picking him up and setting him on the ground.
What, she thought.
"We're not going to have one of those conversations again, are we?"
Just get to the point, Doom. You said the Chosen would get a break.
"Yeah, about that, there's a thing you need to do. At least two others will be coming with you, I believe. They originally wanted all of the Chosen, but, well... Not all of the Council agreed."
Who's 'they'? Are you saying this isn't the Council's fault this time?
"...Yeah, that's pretty much the gist of it. Now off with you. Bring Irru."
Crystal stood and stretched. "Come on, Irru," she sighed. "We have things to do."
The tomcat was already padding away towards the forest, leaving Crystal to run after him.
After what seemed like 12 hours but was in reality probably only 5 minutes, they both tripped over a large root for some reason. Crystal's vision blanked out for a split second before she landed with a light thud on all fours.
She looked down to see ginger paws and rolled her eyes. "I'm a cat. Great."
Irru narrowed his amber eyes. "You don't look too bad," he informed her. "You have dark blue stripes and a pale ginger chest."
Crystal opened her mouth to reply before interrupted by a cold voice. "What are you doing on FlameClan territory?"
Oh.
A/N: Seriously, though, who trips on tree roots?
Also, I want constructive critisism.