Author: Berserkeroo & MilesTheCalicoCat

Disclaimer: "Kim Possible" and all characters related to the series belong to The Walt Disney Company. Kim Possible was created by Mark McCorkle and Bob Schooley. Warriors saga belongs to Erin Hunter and all associates. Any cat characters created are that aren't in the Warriors series belong to Berserkeroo & MilesTheCalicoCat. All rights reserved.

Four seasons have gone by since the incident at The BadPlace. The kit has grown to be an adolescent transcending to young adulthood. The kit has lived with his abductors up until this point and has come to travel the world. Now he is in the lair of the very forest he was born in. The young tom's owner was in a frenzy trying to search for him, but to no success.

"Shego can you find him," the scientist said with concern.

"Look Dr. Dr. I'm not being paid to find a cat," she replied, not taking her eyes off of her nails she was filing.

The man sprawled out of the floor and threw a tantrum. "Help me find him please," he bawled as he grabbed her legs in desperation.

"Hey get off," she said shaking him off of her legs. Her eyes went to the floor to see his onyx eyes pleading with hers. "Okay, okay. God," the mercenary exasperated. She scanned the laboratory to find the cat in question trying to climb out of the window. "There he is," the henchwoman pointed to the window.

The madman rushed to the window to retrieve his feline companion. His mug held disappointment and anger. "Bad kitty cat, Mr. Fuzzleworth. You could have fell out of the window and got hurt," he said in relief as he cuddled the cat with an idiotic grin.

The tom looked at his canopener with pure malice. "I wasn't trying to fall you crow-food breathed, mousebrain and my name is Tawnykit, not that StarClan awful kittypet name you gave me," he growled, his pelt puffing out. The tawny cat's eyes drifted to the green nofur. He actually liked her. She was always sympathetic to his situation and would stroke him when he was sad.

"Shego take Mr. Fuzzleworth out of the lab," the scientist bellowed as he handled the cat to his employee.

The thief scowled, but took the tom from his idiotic owner. "Whatever," she muttered before leaving the laboratory. Her emerald eyes shifted down to the cat in her arms. He in turn looked at her with a hint of misery in his eyes. "You must really hate it here don't you... or maybe just Drakken," she half-muttered the latter.

"Yes I do. I want to go home and be free from here," the tawny tom mewed, even though he knew the twoleg couldn't understand him. His eyes glistened as tears formed in the corners of his eyes.

Shego looked off away from the cat. "Don't look at me like that," she whispered. Her eyes migrated back towards the saddened tom. "Stop it."

A faint mew left from the cat as he pawed her arms. He craved the eye contact from the female. "Please help me."

"Damn it..." the mercenary muttered as she changed her direction to go outdoors. "Drakken will bitch to no end, but fine. Lucky for you we're right where we found you," she said as she released the cat. The green woman turned on her heels and began to go back inside to do her job.

"I.. I'm free! Thank you She-go," he purred, brushing against her leg affectionately. The tom ran into the forest as fast as he feline legs could take him.

"Weird cat is weird," Shego concluded.

The now free tabby roamed throughout the territory of ShadowClan wondering where he was. "It's been so long... I wonder where my mother is, or if she's even alive after all those seasons," he mewed to the skies. His mind went to his kithood teachings of StarClan.

While the former kittypet was deep in thought, a calico tom was out patrolling the outskirts of his clan's territory. His unique colored eyes came across the intruder. "Hey loner! What are you doing in ShadowClan territory," he hissed, claws unsheathed. The tom was a warrior of the Code, but he was always ready for the attack.

The 'intruder' looked at the cat in his company. He seemed familiar, but four seasons from home in the care of twolegs could really distort a cat's memory. He brushed it off as a mere coincidence. "Uhm, I'm trying to remember trying to remember the layout of the forest territory. I'm a little lost too," Mr. Fuzzlesworth mewed to the calico male.

"Not gonna happen loner," Wilyfang spat, going in for the attack. He put most of his weight on his hind legs and lunged at the unsuspecting tabby tom.

The untrained cat made a clumsy attempt to dodge the lunge. He knew he could fight a warrior because of his lack of training due to the fact that he was taken as a kit. "Hey, I didn't do anything. I was just trying to... yikes," the former kittypet mewed before avoiding a paw strike to his ear. Though he succeeded the swipe to the ear he took a powerful scratch to the leg.

"Get out of my clan's territory you loner! You smell of twolegs and will no doubt attract them here," Wilyfang spat, as he pounced on the "kittypet's" back and dug his claws into his back.

Mr. Fuzzlesworth yowled out as he shook his assailant off his back and ran in a random direction into the forest. His only thought was 'run, RUN for your life!' He was back at his predicament. He was lost, again.

A pair of ThunderClan warriors were scanning the border of their territory. Recent hostilities were emerging from all Clans and one could never be cautious enough. A faint rustling in the bushes signaled the tabby tomcat who toppled over the bark-brown tomcat with hazel eyes.

The tom know as Mosspool let out a rough cough. "State your business outsider," he growled.

Mr. Fuzzlesworth caught his breath from his previous run in with a warrior. "I'm lost, far from home and I don't have anywhere to go," he pleaded. The tom just didn't want to be attacked again.

"You smell of nofurs. Why should we help you," the she-cat warrior, Lilystep asked.

The tawny cat let out a saddened sigh. The event of his kithood was a trauma he wouldn't get over easily. "I was... taken away by twolegs as a kit. I managed to free myself, but now I don't remember the layout of the Forest," he admitted. Sorrow panged at his heart.

The moonlit colored she-cat mused over the story. "What was your name before you were taken. Starlight knows those twolegs probably gave you a horrid kittypet name."

"Tawnykit."

The bulky warrior looked down on the cowering tom. "Well Tawnykit, us ThunderClan abide by the Warrior's Code and will help yo since you are still titled with the last name 'kit'. We are kindhearted, just, and most of all strong. We will take you to our leader, Firestar. He will judge you and know what we will do with you. Come," he meowed taking lead to the ThunderClan's Camp.

Tawnykit didn't ask any questions and simply did as he was told. His grassy eyes didn't move from the ground. He didn't want to make eye contact with any of the Thundercats. 'Mother and her friend never liked Thundercats, let alone their leader. I can vaguely see why,' he thought.

The small group of cats entered the Leader's Den, where Firestar appeared to be deep in thought. The ThunderClan leader snapped back to reality when he noticed the shadows hitting the wall at his den's entrance. "Firestar, we found this unfortunate loner at out borders at took pity on him for he was abducted by nofurs as a kit. We brought him here to be judged by the greatest leader of the Forest. The poor thing was helplessly lost. What shall you do with him," the cat duo asked.

'I swear this sounds sappy, suck up-ish and rehearsed,' Tawnykit thought with a hint of snark he learned from the green twoleg he liked. He snapped to attention when he felt similar grassy eyes capture his own.

The orange tabby examined the other tom closely. "Isn't it obvious? We shall welcome him with open paws. Mosspool! You shall be his mentor and teach him our ways," Firestar meowed voice that oozed confidence.

"Yes leader."

"Erm, thank you Firestar," Tawnykit meowed politely. After all his mother didn't raise him to be rude.

"Come along young one. We have a ceremony to perform," Mosspool meowed as he followed Firestar out of the Leader's Den.

The cats of the Clan gathered at the Highrocks. Most of their eyes shimmered as their leader spoke.

"From this day forward, until he has earned his warrior name, this apprentice will be called Tawnypaw. Mosspool, loyal, determined, faithful, hunter. May you pass down all you know to this your apprentice," Firestar meowed the speak from memory.

The cats of the ThunderClan meowed with glee at the new arrival.

The new Thundercat didn't take long to learn the warrior's way of his new clan and therefore gained his name, Tawnyheart, within a matter of a two moons. Now it was the night of the full moon. The night of the Gathering, where cats of all Clans met under Fourtrees. A familiar silver she-cat had a scowl adorn her muzzle.

"I hate coming to Gatherings. It's oh so boring to come meet cats you don't know let alone like," Raventhorn muttered as she followed behind the ShadowClan deputy, Russetfur.

The calico tom at her side left her a side glance as he too followed behind the deputy. "Oh quit being such a sourpuss Raventhorn," he chided from her side. A smirk etched his face as a devious thought came to mind. "You know you want to see Shadowpelt anyways."

The silver warrior's fur became ruffled at the thought of the she-cat."Nokitty asked you," she hissed with her ears pressed to her head. She gave him a swift pawed to the face. "Ode to joy. We're here," the she-cat meowed with false enthusiasm. Her gaze fell upon the beauty of the scenery of Fourtrees. In the distance the ThunderClan cats shortly arrived after them. Her eyes fell upon a tawny tabby tomcat. "Hmm..." she purred. "Wilyfang. Wilyfang," the she-cat called him in a whisper. She even pawed him by the tail to gain his attention. "Does that tom look familiar to you?"

Violet eyes went in the other cat's direction. His mind reeled as he registered the tom's face. "Hey, yeah! That was the loner I ran off a two moons ago. Guess he was a mousebrained Thundercat instead of a kittypet or maybe they 'just and powerful' ThunderClan adopted the furball," he teased with despise towards the 'goody-goody' Clan.

Raventhorn too a step closer towards the somewhat familiar tom. "No. He looks like..." she paused. "... no way can that be my kit. Oh great, now I'm acting crazier than a fox in a fit," she muttered.

The calico's fur stood on end as his eyes switched between the two cats. 'STARCLAN'S KITS! What have I done? Lost cat; tawny, tabby, tom; around the age Tawnnykit would be by now; and he smelled of twolegs... Manx, Raventhorn is going to kill me for hurting him' the warrior mentally whimpered. "StarClan light my way," he muttered with his ears pressed down. His eyes hesitantly went to his kithood friend's. "It is a strong possibility Raventhorn. He's the right age and smelled of nofurs when I saw him."

The she-cat brisked past her friend to nonchalantly walk over to the tabby. Hey stranger. I've never seen you here before. What's your name?"

"My name is Tawnyheart. Who are you?" he asked with his usual smile. The tawny cat felt a bond with the she-cat before him."Have I seen you from somewhere she-cat? I feel like I knew you... before I was taken," Tawnyheart muttered the latter to the air.

Raventhorn caught the latter half and had to suppress her emotions. She couldn't even give a proper introduction to the tom as she was too overwhelmed by the possibility of him being her kit.

The new warrior cocked his head to the side in confusion and formed his own conclusion. "It's okay. My mother told me to never ask questions that bother others. It's best to never be rude."

"Sorry."

Tawnyheart faintly caught the apology and gave her a wholehearted smile. His eyes went to the sound of his leader's voice. "Oh look, the Gathering is starting. You better hurry back to your clan or we'll get in trouble," he whispered to the she-cat before going to his former mentor's side.

"Right. See you again Tawnyheart..." Raventhorn mewed before returning to her clan's side of the clearing.

The stars of SilverPelt began to illuminate one by one which built up to an awe-inspiring brightness. The nearby cat constellation in turn shone forth with a brightness that outshined the stars of SilverPelt. A gentle gale caressed the fur of every cat present in the clearing. The cats of StarClan rode the wind that was created by the Great Kit Mother.

Starlight, the cat deity graced the Clans with it's appearance. Apparently something urgent is about to occur if 'she' has came to a Gathering."Offspring we come baring tragedy, but salvation will come, for we leave you with this warning. Rolling crimson Skies herald Blood," Starlight meowed with a voice as gentle as the nighttime breeze. A strong gale blew across the clearing which signaled the departure of the celestial cat Clan.

The gathering at Fourtrees ended with the departure of the Clans.

Two moons, I mean months went by. A blue device chimed in the room of a famous redheaded heroine that lived in Middleton.

Beep beep be-beep. Beep beep be-beep. Beep beep be-beep. The Kimmunicator rung.

"What's the sitch?" Kim said already in mission-mode.

"Dr. Drakken recently purchased a DNA serum from DNAmy, stole a governmental wave amplifier prototype, and a... dart gun? I don't know what he's up to but whatever it is can't be good. It just so happens that this lair is one from a previous mission. I got a ride ready for departure. Good luck on the mission guys," Wade said.

"You rock Wade. Ron suit up."

"Gotcha KP," the blond said as he tumbled around in the bathroom trying to get his mission gear on.

The teen duo boarded the plane of one of their most common ride, Bernice.

"Thanks again for the ride Ms. Bernice," the cheerleader said with a radiant smile.

"It's the least I could do after you reattached the crop pesticide to Charley here when the engine shut down. Not to mention you saved my butt from a nasty crash," Bernice said as she patted the navigation panels of the jet. "The drop off point is coming up. Prepare to jump!" she shouted as she hit a button to open the jet doors.

"No big. Ron ready to jump?" she asked as she held onto the jet doors.

"As ready as I'll ever be," he mumbled taking a glance at the long fall down. His best friend shook her head with a knowing smirk.

The teens jumped out the the jet without much thought.

Kim pulled her parachute cord and looked at her friend trying his hardest to open his parachute.

Ron finally opened his chute with the help of his favorite rodent Rufus.

The team made their descent towards the villain's lair and soon after was in the vents of their 'favorite' villain's lair.

The team leader kicked the vent off it's hinges and landed to the floor with her usual grace. "You are so over Drakken!" she stated, interrupting the madman from his rant of his latest plan to his second in command.

"Ow! Couldn't we go through the front door next time? I don't think villains would think you'd do something like that," Ron said as he recovered from his fall.

The redhead shook her head at her best friend.

"Couldn't have did that five minutes ago Cupcake?" Shego asked as she eyed the annoying doctor.

"Kim Possible! Always ruining my schemes! Shego take care of her," Dr. Drakken hollered.

Shego jumped in between Kim and Dr. Drakken. "Aw the Kitten came to play," the villainess purred as she threw a volley of plasma balls at her rival.

Kim dodged the plasma blasts and struck a fighting pose. Her face clearly looked as if she was a cat about to play with her favorite playmate.

The two females got into their usual dance of heated battle, a smile clearly on each of their faces.

While Kim and Shego fought, Dr. Drakken took out a dart and took aim for his nemesis. "Things are going to get fluffy for you Ms. Possible," he snickered.

"Oh no you don't!" Ron said as he wrestled the megalomaniac for the gun.

"Get away from me you buffoon."

As the two males struggled for control over the gun, Rufus came out of Ron's pocket and but the wicked doctor on the had.

"Ouchie!" the scientist wailed as his finger slid on the trigger and fired a few darts.

The darts flew across the room at random, ricocheting off the walls. Two of the darts just so happen to hit the sparring females.

"Ow!" Kim said as she pulled the dart out and rubbed her now sore arm.

"Damn it!" Shego shouted as she did likewise.

"Uh-oh..." Dr. Drakken said as he backed away cautiously. 'Shego is going to kill me.' He knew he would catch pure agonizing Hell when Shego found the effect of the serum in the dart.

"'Uh-oh'? What 'uh-oh'? Why is there an 'uh-oh?'" Ron said as he looked at Dr. Drakken panicked.

"Mommy!" the obvious mama's boy yelled as he fled the lair.

"Hey come back here!" the blonde shouted as he went to chase Dr. Drakken down.

The women looked at each other slightly panicked. A sudden spasm hit their spine. They convulsed as pain surged their nerves. Their bones shifted and made a sickening cracking sound. Muscles morphed and organs shifted into different places. Each let out a howl of pain before losing consciousness.

The redhead groaned as she slowly drifted back to consciousness. Her vision was blurred, but she could make out a pair of shinning emerald eyes looking right back at her. Slowly, her vision came into focus to see that it was a green and black Siamese cat staring back at her. "Hey kitty. Do you want to come with me and get out of here," she purred.

"I don't think so, but getting out of here wouldn't be a bad idea Princess," the voice of the green thief bounced off the walls of the lair.

"Shego? Where are you?"

"Right in front of you, doy," the she-cat meowed as she took a step forward.

Kim's small snicker escalated into a full laughing fit. "What happened to you? Aw, you're so cute as a kitty cat Shego," she laughed as she fell on her back.

Shego had an evil cat-like grin on her face which her cheerleading nemesis noticed of and stopped her laughing. "You're not so bad either 'Kitten'," she purred as she pointed to a puddle created by the leaking roof.

The heroine made an awkward attempt to walk towards the puddle, but couldn't so she crawled the rest of the way. Her jaw dropped at the image in the water. Her eyes went to the green cat who was now laughing her tail off. "I'm a, I'm a, I'm a c-,ca-, CAT," the tabby yowled as she examined herself fully. She hid her face under her white paws and slowly moved one out of the way to see if Shego was still looking at her; which the thief was.

"Oh cheer up already. We've got to get some help... unless, you want to stay a tabby forever," the villainess teased as she walked away.

"Hey wait up." Kim meowed as she got up. She began to run, but fell over her forepaws. "Ouff!"

Shego cast a glance back, a hint of despise in her eyes. She let out a small sigh and made her way back to the downed she-cat. "Here's a little trick I was practicing while you were knocked out," the older she-cat meowed as she demonstrated how to walk feline-like.

The younger rose to her paws and imitated the cat walk until she made one that suited her.

"Okay, now can we go?" the mercenary meowed with disdain in her voice.

"Yes. Thank you Shego," the smaller purred as she instinctively rubbed against her rival.

Shego surprisingly didn't push the affectionate cat away, but she did gawk at her nemesis. "Getting a little chummy there Princess?" her head cocked to the side.

Kim jumped back when she realized that she was rubbing against her rival. "Oh, sorry! Weird feeling came over me. I just wanted to say thanks then that happened. Ew... " the orange-maned she-cat mewed with a shudder.

"Whatever," Shego meowed with a sway in her tail.

The tabby decided to follow the slim she-cat until they were outside of the lair and soon after followed pursuit.