I said I would improve! This is the shortest chapter yet! EKKK!! -Slams head on desk- To make up for short chapters, I will update often! Just don't hit me with rotten tomatoes, okay? -Splat- Thanks. I appreciate that.

Twig stared out the window with a look of contempt. Pansy was finally gone. Mama turned around and looked at us.

'You two will be leaving soon.' She said. 'Next time a new House-folk come by you must try to get their attention, Ok?'

'Ok.' he agreed, but not so enthusiastically.

'Good. Now, why don't you two go and get something to eat?' Rusty nodded and looked at Twig. They both got up and went over to the food bowl.

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Reluctantly, Twig ate the dry, dusty food, disliking its tastelessness.

'I wish I could try some mouse. Or some vole.' Rusty whispered. 'Anything would be better then these rabbit droppings.'

Twig looked at him. 'But we can't try any of that unless we were warriors.' He turned back and started to eat again. 'But it's never going to happen.'

Rusty gapped at him. 'Not you too! Listen, I know you want to be a Warrior just as much as I do. But that can't happen if we don't attempt to make it happen.'

Twig ignored him. 'So I was thinking we should run away.' That made Twig jump.

'Run away!?' Twig stared at him. The only problem was that his eyes showed now sign that he was joking. He was dead serious.

'Think about it. No house-folk, no collar, no rabbit droppings,' Rusty nudges his food bowl. 'and we would be limited to the backyard. We'd have the entire forest to ourselves!' Twig looked at him for a second.

'But what about Mama?' Rusty looked sad.

'She would still have dad. Plus if we stay, we'd go to the cutter.'

Twig thought about it even more. The life of a Warrior felt so tempting. Hunting mice and voles, patrolling boarders, and not to mention defending boarders. Sleeping under the stars. But life in the forest would be dangerous. When you got in a fight, there would always be wounds, which could get infected. There is also sickness, lack of prey, and a bunch of other stuff. They didn't even know how to hunt or fight! How would they survive? But still there was something in him that made his feet tingle with anticipation. Something that would haunt him for the rest of his life if he didn't take this chance.

'Let's do it.'

Ok. I have an added bonus. I need you to name a Rouge that Rusty and Twig will meet at the end of the next (short) chapter. Make it interesting! Or else I'll have to resort to a uncreative name. Ok? The winner get invisible virtual plushies of Hattie and Sherbet! (second place gets the tomato that was thrown at me, that is if I get any reviews ) R&R

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