For the real Cedarkit, another badass.

It's about time I did another POV.

Chapter 3

The cat dashed across the thunderpath, fear in his step giving him an extra burst of speed. As he landed safely on the other side, he began to worry that he would lose the scent trail he was following.

It had been moons since the Clan cats had left his home, but the tom was eager to find them. They were unlike any other cats the tom had ever seen. There was a weird energy coming from the one they called Hollyflame.

Though his tiny paws couldn't take him very far, the white tom continued on. He didn't want any questions left unanswered.

"Who are you?"

The tom stopped dead, turning his gaze to where a she-cat stood, about the same age as him. She drilled holes in his head with an ice-blue stare and her glowing yellow pelt.

"I- I'm from twolegplace." He pinned his ears against his head.

She continued to stare. "You're quite far for a kittypet, especially since you're just a kit."

"I'm eight moons old!" The tom hissed. "And you must be as well."

The she-cat rolled her eyes. "I'm twelve moons. Just small."

"What's your name?" He asked.

"Sunbeam." The she-cat answered. "And you are?"

"Thorn."

"It's nice to meet you, Thorn." The she-cat came closer to him. "Where are you heading?"

"Wherever this scent trail leads." Thorn sniffed the air for Clan scent, but only Sunbeam's was there. She smelled like roses.

"Okay." She dipped her head. "Let's go."

Too startled that she was coming with him to move, Thorn stood, petrified. "I-"

"What are you waiting for?" Sunbeam was already a tree-length away. "Let's go!"

"But I lost the scent trail." Thorn's tail drooped. "Now all I smell are leaves and grass and-" Squirrel! He ran towards Sunbeam.

Sunbeam must have read his mind. "No time for hunting, we need to go."

"How do you know where the Clan cats went?" The kit questioned. Sunbeam stopped, turned back to Thorn, and put her paw on his forehead.

Sunbeam's face started to swirl as Thorn was pushed into a different reality. Around him was a burning forest, cats running all around him. Looking to his sides, Thorn realized he was in a hollow. On one side lay a golden she-cat, her fur matted with blood. Thorn recognized her immediately. Hollyflame!

A red-brown tom circled her body, his lips drawn back to reveal sharp teeth. He swished his tail back and forth, his ears pinned to his head. Hollyflame put a paw out, -to Thorn's surprise- with her claws sheathed. "How…" she mumbled, "how could you do this?"

When the tom answered, his voice was all too familiar. "The Clans feed us lies!" He exclaimed. "Hollyflame, I want to know if you're RainClan's enemy, or ally."

"I would never call you an ally." Hollyflame hissed through gritted teeth. "You-" Her voice faded.

"No!"

Thorn turned, seeing a cave that was guarded by two cats. Inside, Lizardtuft panted the word heavily. She wrapped her body around a bundle of red fur that was identical to the red tom's.

"AAAAAAA!" A tiny golden kit pushed past the two cats guarding the cave and faced the brown-red tom. "Don't hurt her!"

The tom's ears became visible again as they popped up from the back of his head. "Cedarkit…"

"Get back here!" Lizardtuft's call came. Cedarkit stayed put.

"Stupid kit." The tom spat. He grabbed it by the scruff, and before Lizardtuft had time to react, the kit was bleeding everywhere.