CHAPTER 2

"So, let me get this straight," the reader tells the leader. 'Bananastar thought you were unfit to be deputy, and so he appointed Cookiehead as deputy instead."

"Got it right so far," Xadjsfbksdjfdskdhjfsfbjjjjjj jjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjhgytrge riwjejweirijwiejrwkjdnsknsds tar mewed, crackling sounds resulting as his paws crushed over dead leaves.

"And you got so angry that you left CrazyClan and became a loner until you discovered me," the reader continued. Before the leader could respond, the reader's voice got higher and it shouted, "And now you have this crazy idea to build your own Clan to get revenge on CrazyClan!"

"Completely correct," the leader mewed, winking at the reader. "It won't be that hard."

"It will be that hard!" the reader protested. "How will you collect a group of cats and form them all to make one big Clan, and then attack CrazyClan! Finding cats will be hard on its own!"

As if in response, a white she-cat with a bushy tail and green eyes suddenly appeared from a grove of thick, entwined trees. The leader smiled. "Now what did you say?"

The she-cat trembled, her haunches shivering. She slowly stepped backwards and unsheathed a pair of claws. Her eyes narrowed. "I-I'm p-prep-prepared to f-fight," she stammered, slowly stepping backwards.

"I don't want a battle," the leader mewed strongly. "What's your name?"

"I don't trust you!" the white she-cat mewed. "All you want to do is kill me! That's all! Mama told me about the cats who lived in the forest-"

"You're a kittypet?" the reader interrupted.

"Stay out of this!" the leader yowled. "We're not dangerous. In fact, we've been looking for cats. I'm planning to create a group of cats-a Clan-and together we can form an organized society. When we've done that, we can prepare to attack the other Clan in this forest-CrazyClan-and get revenge for what they have done to me. Do you want to join?"

The white cat stood there for a while, frozen. Then she leaped backwards. "I don't want any of your silly tricks! All you want to do is kill me! I'm leaving!" The she-cat ran off in fear, but before she had gotten five tail-lengths away, she turned around and the two species were still standing there.

"Y-you're not chasing me," she mewed. Her claws sheathed and she got closer.

"I'm not lying," the leader mewed. "Please tell me what your name is."

"Me?" the she-cat asked. "My name's Fluffy."

"My name's Xadjsfbksdjfdskdhjfsfbjjjjjj jjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjhgytrge riwjejweirijwiejrwkjdnsknsds tar," the leader mewed. "Now, before you start laughing, I wasn't the one who chose my name, and it has a 'star' at the end of it because I was a Clan cat. And my friend here's name is 'the reader'."

Fluffy nodded, content. "So, you say you're looking for other cats to form a Clan?" she asked.

The leader nodded. "Yep. As many warriors as we can get."

"I know a whole group of them," Fluffy responded. "Six or seven, at least. They all hide in this alley behind my housefolks' nest, and they call themselves The Marshmellows. I never tried to venture over there, because I've been scared they'd be hostile, but I think you'd be able to convince them."

"Do you know anything else about...The Marshmellows?" the leader asked, barely holding back a laugh.

"Well, they do have a sort of leader," Fluffy told the two. "He's large and tall, with straight, muscled shoulders, he has lots of scars along his ragged, brown pelt, and he has piercing brown eyes. He also has very long claws. He looks dangerous, and I think he could kill all three of us in one swipe. When you try to reason with them, you better be careful. Oh, and before you leave, I think the leader's name is Spike."

The leader nodded, sastifacted. "Can you lead us to the alley?"

"Sure!" Fluffy exclaimed, and bounded off into the forest. Lush grass grew underpaw, and beautiful forest trees surrounded them. The leader could see a squirrel up in a tall tree and a vole eating some nuts. He could also see some herbs growing near a large, flowing river. Maybe this could be their territory, when they got one. It certainly looked nice, and water, prey, and herbs would be plentiful. Before the leader knew it, they had reached the Twolegplace. Fluffy was standing at the bottom of the fence.

"Are you going?" she asked. "I'm not."

"I'm not either," the reader replied. "Cats won't understand my language, and they'll attack me anyway."

"But I'm not going alone," the leader replied. "And if I die, I'm not dying alone. Plus, Fluffy, you need to prove your bravery."

There was a couple moments of silent. Then Fluffy sighed. "Fine. I hope you'll protect me well, the Marshmellows seem like a tough group."

The leader nodded. "Let's do this. The reader, can you open the fence for us?"

"Sure," the reader answered. It hopped down from where it was making strange noises with its mouth atop a rock and pulled a black thing. The fence swung open, and the alley was visible, darkened by the lack of light.

"I wish you good luck," the reader told the cats. As the two cats stepped into the alley, the fence swung close behind them. The leader could sense Fluffy's fear and he pressed his pelt against hers. "Come on. Follow me down this alley."

The two walked down the alley, and the leader noticed it was strangely silent. The Twoleg dens were quiet, and the Twoleg lights that were usually on were off. The ground beneath their paws wasn't grass, it was stone, hard stone. And the leaders' paws were beginning to ache. The leader suddenly began running, and made a left at a fork. Fluffy quitely told him in which directions to go, until he turned a corner and suddenly saw a pair of brown eyes staring right at them.

"Who are you?" the cat yowled, in a loud, booming voice.

"I'm Xadjsfbksdjfdskdhjfsfbjjjjjj jjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjhgytrge riwjejweirijwiejrwkjdnsknsds tar," the leader mewed. "And this is Fluffy, one of my friends. We come to ask if you and your group could join another group we're trying to make. After we make it, we're going to attack one of these other groups so I could finally get revenge on their leader." He tried to make it as simple as possible.

"Oh, really?" the leader boomed. "I like attacking other groups. Especially a certain one with only two cats in it that look like they'd be good for dinner. I don't like annoying questions or talkative cats. Nobody in this group does." His claws unsheathed and pressed against the two's throats. "And you two look like you're some talkative cats."