Chapter 2!

Flightwing

Flightwing sighed and landed on the ground. Her wings ached from all the traveling she had done. "I really need to get into shape," she sighed. She couldn't believe that she had gotten lazy from her short visit to Starclan. How was that possible?

"Odd," she commented. She looked around the small stretch of land. She was on a small island, surrounded on all sides by slow moving water. The land for the dead cats was weirder than the place for alive cats. She sniffed the air but she could not smell any fresh-kill. She stared at the water. Did that mean she had to eat fish?

"Hang on? What am I doing?" She shook her head. She was no longer a part of the Cursed Forest. Eating wasn't something she needed to do anymore. Even after all this time she tried to eat at least once a day. "I really need to let go of the past," she sighed before settling to sleep. There was no way those toms could get into trouble tonight.

Flameclaw

Flameclaw followed Twilight through the town. Twilight would stop every now and then near a silver cylinder(which he called a trash can) and sniffed it. Every time he just walked past the trash can, not doing anything to it.

"How much longer?" whined Flameclaw, not able to take this sniffing anymore. He was starving! Plus, it was getting darker. What if dogs were waiting in the shadows?

Twilight lifted his head into the air and sniffed. "I got it! We are going to eat well tonight!" he exclaimed, "Hurry. Follow me!"

Flameclaw hurried after the fox who took off in a sprint. Flameclaw could barely keep up on his legs but he kept going. Twilight stopped in front of an alley. The scent of meat mixed with fire wafted from the nearby building.

Twilight entered the small alley with Flameclaw right behind him. After a quick look around Twilight nodded. "Yup. This is the place. Okay Flameclaw. We might need to wait a bit but we'll get food."

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, a door opened on the side of the building. Sunlight coming from inside radiated out into the alley. Twilight flattened himself in the shadows and beckoned for Flameclaw to do the same.

A twolegged came out of the door carrying a shiny black thing. Growling something, the twolegged placed the thing by a huge metal container before going back inside.

"Let's go," said Twilight when the door was closed.

Flameclaw wanted to say no. What if the twolegged came back? What if it was a trap? However he didn't say any of it. He was not the expert in these matters. Twilight was the one who dealt with these things before. Flameclaw followed Twilght to the shiny thing.

"We are in luck today!" said Twilight, tearing it open with his teeth. Immediately something that looked like food tumbled out. "Yay! It's chicken with that weird liquid." He pawed it out of the bag and onto the ground and went back to find more. "You can eat that," said Twilight, his voice muffled from insider the shiny thing.

Flameclaw swallowed. Did this count as acting like a kittypet? Would he be breaking the warrior code eating like this? He scoffed at himself. Starclan wasn't around here to make sure he was faithful to the code. Plus, his own birth was against the code. Breaking another rule wouldn't hurt. He dropped his head and swallowed some of the weird meat that Twilight called chicken. The taste kind of reminded him of the pheasants that sometime stumbled onto Flameclan territory. The weird liquid on it seemed to give it a different flavor.

"Alright! I can't believe my luck on this one!" Twilight took his head out of the shiny thing, a brown slab of what smelled like meat in his mouth.

"What's that?" asked Flameclaw. The smell of the meat was weird. He never smelled anything like it.

"I think cow," said Twilight putting it down, "It's a huge dumb animal that comes in different colors." His ears flicked and he looked up.

Flameclaw turned to see what Twilight was looking at. At the entrance to the alley was a she-cat. She was extremely thin, her ribs pressed against her skin. The top of her left ear was ripped and her tail seemed to be missing a good amount. Her fur was caked with dirt. Flameclaw couldn't tell what her pelt color was.

"Would you like this?" asked Twilight, gesturing to the brown meat, "I smelled more in the bag. You are welcome to take it. It looks like you could use it." Twilight returned to his searching of the bag while Flameclaw watched the she-cat.

The she-cat slowly made her way over. As soon as she was near the meat, she looked at the cat and fox fearfully. Flameclaw stepped back so he was out of range of her claws as well as he could not strike her without her reacting.

"Thank you," she whispered, grasping the meat in her jaw and tore off a small bit. She swallowed and devoured the rest of the meat until it was gone.

"Here," said Twilight, finding another one in the bag. He dropped it front of the she-cat. "I found another."

The she-cat devoured it without a word of thanks. Once she was done she seemed to remember her manners. "Sorry. I haven't eaten in a while."

"That's okay," said Flameclaw, "I know about that feeling." He suddenly had a thought, "Hang on. Why aren't you freaked out by Twilight?"

Twilight removed his head from the bag and looked at the she-cat. It looked like he had realized it as well. A cat-talking fox was not normal.

The she-cat shrugged, "I guess I grew up around weird happenings. And I knew about a talking fox a long time ago. I don't really remember what he looked like though."

"I'm Flameclaw. The fox is Twilight. What's your name?"

The she-cat looked at Twilight funny, like she had some idea of who he was. "My name is Sandstream."