Here's chapter 2 of the rewrite! enjoy!

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Chapter 2

Leopardkit backed away against a boulder, growling at the unseen deputy. Moongorse, the slimy fox, had trapped her underneath a heavy branch before fleeing the clearing. By the time Leopardkit had wrenched herself out from under the branch, he was nowhere to be seen. He had disappeared like the fox he was – without a trace and while the enemy lay exposed in cold-blood. But the anger she had previously felt was slowly ebbing away. Her impulsiveness was starting to fade, replaced by fear and regret. She was about to gather her thoughts when the bushes behind her rustled. Leopardkit's ears pricked, and she slowly turned to see a silhouette of a cat hiding in the shadows. In a flash, the cat had tackled her down.

"Get off me, you mangepelt!" Leopardkit growled.

The cat stepped off of her, but kept one paw on her chest. The she-kit continued to try to get out of the cat's grip.

"Who are you? What do you want with me?" Leopardkit sighed, whole body relaxing, as it hit here that the cat was too strong for her.

The cat ignored her, but instead moved closer.

"You have to trust me." A surprisingly young sounding mew came from the cat. How could it be? The cat was as strong as Moongorse himself, maybe even Vinestar.

"Thanks for telling me that, I totally do," Leopardkit scoffed. "Why should I?"

"Because I am like you," the cat replied, irritated, and Leopardkit could tell he was rolling his eyes.

Leopardkit froze. Her eyes travelled to her deformed paw, then back at the shadowy cat. She felt a freezing cold engulf her body.

"H-how d-do I know y-you are telling the t-t-truth?"

The cat backed away, and into the light of the moon. The moonbeam shone onto the cats face, making Leopardkit gasp. The cat, who was actually a tom, had two different coloured eyes, one was a stormy grey, the other amber. Sleek, creamy-brown fur framed his face, while his muzzle was pure white. The tom stepped back into the shadows.

"Hurry, Moongorse will be back to check on you." He muttered.

In one swift movement, he slit open Leopardkit's front leg, and blood spurted everywhere. Leopardkit, too shocked to feel any pain, gaped at him. The tom slapped some cobwebs onto the wound, making Leopardkit wince. He bounded back into the undergrowth, and then stopped, waiting for Leopardkit to come. Leopardkit was still, surrounded by a small pool of her own blood from the cuts that Vinestar and the young tom had given her. Springshine! She screamed in her head. Springshine, where are you?

"Hurry up!" The tom's tone sounded anxious. "Please, we have no time!"

Springshine.

"What are you doing? Come over here now!"

Springshine.

"Hurry! He's coming!"

Springshine. I'm sorry.

"What in the name of StarClan is going on here?" Moongorse's rough meow reverberated in her ears.

Leopardkit fled, searching desperately for the tom. She found him, and dashed towards tom turned and took the lead, running so fast that all Leopardkit could see was the tip of his tail. Sounds filled her ears, the crunch of twigs underneath her paws, the scuffle of the leaves thrown up by her paws, angry yowls of Moongorse behind her, yowling out someone's name, maybe it was hers…The dark moonlit trees rushed past her, she was running faster than ever before, her eyes darted back and forth, she craned her neck to see where Moongorse was…

Then there was darkness.


Leopardkit woke to some cat dabbing at her face with a cobweb.

"Ugh…where am I?" Leopardkit mumbled, pushing the cat's paw away.

A wizened, silver tabby face peered down at her.

"You're in the LionClan camp," the she-cat replied curtly, turning her back on Leopardkit. "Falconpaw brought you here unconscious. Said you were knocked out by a boulder."

Leopardkit licked a drop of something trickling down her face. The salty tang of blood shocked her. The silver she-cat rushed forward. She pressed the cobwebs on Leopardkit's forehead down harder, trying to make the sticky white strings stick. Leopardkit looked back at the cut along her front leg. More cobwebs were covering her leg, and it made her leg so stiff it was almost impossible to move.

"I'm Silverstarling, in case you never asked," the she-cat mewed irritably. "And the tom who brought you here is Falconpaw."

"Falconpaw…" Leopardkit repeated.

Silverstarling scoffed. "He made an impression already, that pesky tom? It's those eyes, I'm absolutely certain…no cat has ever had eyes like that."

Leopardkit looked back at the she-cat. Her paw was curled around a bundle of herbs, but there was no glint of sharp claws beneath her striped paw.

Silverstarling dabbed harder at Leopardkits injury. "Thank you, Silverstarling," She said sarcastically. "Oh, what was that, a word of thanks? It's my job, kit." She eyeballed Leopardkit at this.

"Uh, thank you?" Leopardkit said warily.

"That's it." Silverstarling nodded curtly.

"You…you have no claws?" Leopardkit asked tensely, scared to aggravate the fiery old she-cat, who was not in the best of spirits currently.

"Obviously," Silverstarling growled, but there was pain in her tone.

Leopardkit bowed her head, ashamed.

"I'm sor-"

"It's nothing!" The she-cat hissed, glaring at the kit. "It's…nothing." She repeated in the lower, gentler tone.

Leopardkit lowered her gaze, but looked up again a few heartbeats later.

"What is LionClan?"

"LionClan is the Clan of Rejected." Silverstarling meowed 'Rejected' with a low hiss. "Or should I say, Unnatural." Silverstarling swung to meet Leopardkit's eyes. "Unnatural is a kinder term that Rejected, but still bad in its own way." She looked back towards the blank wall of the den. "We were started by the pair of Unnatural siblings from WindClan thrown out many seasons ago. About five or six to be exact. Their names were Meadowmint and Breezebird. They were thrown out the moment they recovered from their accident. An accident that claimed Meadowmint's tail and Breezebird's hind paw. They started picking up Unnatural kits, and turned them into strong warriors. So LionClan grew. The Clans did not see how many cats they were throwing out. We grew in numbers like a fire blazing in a forest- fast."

Silverstarling trailed off. Her eyes glazed with sadness. "They found out about us."

"They destroyed us."

"The Clans murdered every, elder, kit, warrior and queen."

"Only Spottedfall made it out alive."

Leopardkit opened her jaws to say something, just to be distracted by a shadow in the entrance.

"Spottedstar."

Leopardkit's head snapped around. A ginger-and-white she-cat with a speckled flank stepped in. Her air cast Leopardkit speechless. This cat was obviously extremely important. She was beautiful and elegant, and looked ethereal. Water droplets were caught in her fur, and the sunlight which shone through into the den lit them up, making it look like stars were embedded in her soft, fluffy fur. Everything about her seemed amazing, but when she turned slightly, Leopardkit saw that the only deformed part of her was a slight twist in her long, slim tail.

"Leopardkit," the cat meowed kindly. I am Spottedstar, leader of LionClan, Clan of the Unnaturals. Would you come with me outside?"

Leopardkit, amazed at the she-cats poise and grace, immediately obeyed, ducking out of the den, eager to let the sun meet her pelt again. Instead, a chilly gust of wind almost knocked her backwards. She blinked, letting her eyes adjust to the sudden burst of light.

"Welcome to LionClan," Spottedstar meowed, leaf green eyes glittering with amusement.

Leopardkit looked around at the camp in wonder. It was a small clearing, pine trees lining the edge, and a thorny barrier separating the outside world from the cats. Cats with all kinds of deformities. One cat had a missing eye, another with a fang that poked out of the corner for his jaw, and the most striking, an ancient cat with two missing paws and a deformed tail. She was curled on her side underneath a hollow log propped up by a large boulder; her heavy breathing could be heard from the other side of the camp. A burly snow white tom with grey patches padded up to them. His walking was lopsided; Leopardkit saw that his paw that was larger than normal. He was covered in battle scars, but his eyes were kind.

"Leopardkit, meet Fallingfrost, my deputy."

The tom looked her up and down, then nodded curtly.

"Greetings, Leopardkit." Fallingfrost meowed briskly. "It is time for your naming ceremony. If the ThunderClan cats will not do it, we will."

Leopardkit bounced up in excitement. Finally! Spottedstar leapt up onto a large moss covered log. She looked up at the sky, it was sunhigh, and she suddenly felt like she was normal, like everyone else.

"All cats old enough to catch their own prey gather at the Hightree to have a Clan meeting!"

Cats immediately reacted to her call. To her confusion, Leopardkit had spotted many "normal" cats. No deformations scarred them, instead, they looked like any old Clan cat. They must be the kits of the Unusuals. Leopardkit guessed.

"Leopardkit of ThunderClan has been abandoned last moonhigh. Her mother, Springshine, was Stormcrest's daughter!" Spottedstar paused dramatically, then continued. "We all know that Stormcrest was the first cat to be thrown out."

The eyes of the watching cats burned into Leopardkit's pelt.

"Leopardkit is going to be an asset to the Clan," Spottedstar purred. "The spirit of Stormcrest is in her." Cats yowled their agreement. "So, by the power of StarClan, I name Leopardkit will now be known as Leopardpaw, and she is a true member of LionClan. Her mentor shall be Brightnose." A pale brown she-cat stepped forward. Like Leopardkit, her paw was a stump. "Brightnose, you have a similar…appearance…as Leopardpaw. May you guide her and teach her the ways for LionClan."

Leopardpaw stepped forward to touch noses with her new mentor.

"From now on, the Unusuals will now be referred to as 'LionClanners'," Brightnose grinned as she touched noses. "We're a lot stronger than you think, you know."

"Leopardpaw! Leopardpaw!"

I'm in LionClan.