into a nearby fern. Rusty panicked, biting and flailing around as they tussled and tossed each other around. Rusty got away, darting for the exit to the foliage, and could sense her attacker on her heels. She decided to turn around, hissing and lashing at the gray felines ear. He was paralyzed in shock, but then calmed down and sat, licking his paw casually. "You put up a good fight for a tame kitty!" Rusty's stomach sank. She had wanted a fight. "Who're you calling tame kitty?" Her hackles raised. Suddenly, the tall figures wove through the foliage. One was a blue gray she cat, with an intelligent and sorrow look shining in her breathtaking blue eyes, and the other feline was a golden tom with fluffy fur around his neck, making it look like a lion's mane. Rusty froze as the figures loomed over her. Finally the large she cat began to speak. "You put up a well fight. Neither me nor Lionheart would you imagined you fighting back, young kitty pet. What's your name?"

Rusty tried to speak but the words caught in her throat. "Uh- I'm Rusty." The two felines nodded. "I am Bluestar. This is Lionheart and Graypaw." Bluestar wrapped her tail around her scarred mitts. Graypaw then began to explain clan life. Rusty was intrigued. "That sounds amazing..."

And so, began our epic saga of Rusty's ad

ventures. She agreed to come to the clans the next day.