To Snowcrystal of ThunderClan: Thank you so much! His backstory will be revealed later on.

The boy returned to camp a short time later, his unsheathed claws clicking on the stone beneath his snow-white feet. He pulled himself ahead, trying to rid the metallic taste of- no. He had to forget! He muttered something inaudible beneath his breath and flattened his two tawny ears, slinking sulkily forward. His shoulders hunched to the ground with quiet tension.

"Owl!"

He cringed at the voice and spun around to meet Driftpaw, those same green eyes piercing through his body as he flinched away. Her eyes were sharp with questions and he shook his head, facing away from her cool stare as he slipped from the place his paws had indented.

"I did nothing," he spat, quick to shield his honey-coloured gaze with flames of anger.

Driftpaw surveyed him with a disbelieving stare but turned away, her tail lashing. "Sure," she commented wryly, "You were doing nothing."

Owl turned away, his gaze flashing in anger. "I wasn't," he started to say, but Driftpaw cut him off with a low snarl. The tom began to regather himself but he bit back a sharp retort as her growls coiled into a word, one that he once new the meaning of but now sounded strange to his sharp ears.

"Twolegs."

Owl cocked his head until the sent reached his under-sensitive nose - it was the subtle scent of home. She means humans! He told himself in his head, almost laughing aloud until she shut him up with a pointed glare. Without moving her eyes she motioned to where the sound of a truck rumbled through the silent air, muting everything around him with it's loud growling.

The meaning was clear and he swallowed nervously, acknowledging the statement.

They'll take us away.

The owl-boy stiffened and nodded quickly. "Get out of here," he warned, and Driftpaw leapt away with flying legs. With one twitch of her tail she was gone, disappeared into the leafy green bushes behind him. Some help she was, he reflected, rolling his eyes. He disappeared himself into the town - the twolegplace - and sheltered behind a large red bin. His body began to grow and lengthen and he stood there awhile later as his beginning form, save the wings.

His shoulder-length, messy white hair was tauntingly familiar and the long limbs more comfortable then he cared to remember as he struggled to keep his mind on his end goal. "Driftpaw," he muttered aloud, and stood up before a wave of dizziness swept him until he stood on his hands and knees. His grin did not move.

"Too long," he told himself, and tried again until he was able to manage a rather wobbly walk with his legs throwing out.

He made his way to the end of the alleyway without too much falling, albeit a new long graze on the inside of his arm and a scrape running down his knee.

"I need to go to the forest," he said in human-tongue - Did they speak english here? - and trotted down the winding streets until he reached a large, weathered blue sign claiming the park a nature reserve. "Some place to settle," he chuckled, tracing his finger along the long, curved words before continuing. Before long voices reached his ears and he stared at the humans, all clad in uniform.

"From the pound," he realised out loud before walking again forward. He looked young, he knew, perhaps only thirteen or fourteen, but maybe he could-

"Sir?"

Before you click away, OCs are open! So please feel free to review with an OC that you want to be put into the story :)

All clans are open, as well as loners/rogues/humans/people in Owl's backstory. Thanks!

-Jay