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Owlkit opened his eyes and scented a mouse. He shut them back. He had been traveling with Sol for a quarter of a moon now, and preety much got used to him. He wasen't the best cat, but was preety nice anyway.

'Wake up, Owl, it's late,' said his father sternly.

Owlkit went by the name of Owl now, so he didn't really mind.

'Okay, okay…' grumbled Owl and made himself open his eyes to look at the mouse. He reached his paw for the mouse, pulled to himself and began chewing it.

'Thanks,' he muttered through a mouthful of mouse.

'Finish it up and let's go,' mewed Sol…

… 'Where in StarClan are we going?' asked Owl padding after his father.

'I told you, wherever I want,' answered Sol irritably. But Owl was not stupid: he knew that Sol had a place he wanted to reach. Then there was another question: Why in StarClan did he need him Nightkit or Rainkit? Maybe he wanted… Never mind…

'Would you be more careful,' growled Sol as Owl tripped over a root.

'Of shut up, you piece of fox dung,' muttered Owl too quietly for his father to hear. He continued padding through the dark forest lazily. He looked around. It really reminded him of his forest, where the four clans clans lived.

'So… uh… where did you grow up?' asked Owl carefully.

'My mother died,' answered Sol lazily, 'I don't even care why…'

'Idiot,' thought Owl, as Sol continued:

'I never saw my father, I was token by a small family of rogue cats, after I learned how to walk I left them to wander around by myself, you know,' Sol told his story, flicking his tail back and forth. 'Anyway,' he continued, 'I have a clan, a tribe, a group of stupid lone cats whatever you want to call it and that's where we are heading.'

Owl's jaw dropped. Basically he should feel proud – his father is a leader of WhateverClan, but right now he didn't… Why? Sol is a mangy eaten piece of fox – dung.

Owl jumped over a log and padded after him.

'So how far is it?' he asked trying to be a bit friendlier.

'Not far,' answered Sol, 'About a moonrise – maybe two. It depends on how many times you trip over.'

Owl grinned a bit. Maybe Sol wasen't as bad as he thought…

… Owl jumped at a huge log after his father a couple of sunrises later. The journey did do him something good. He was obviously much stronger than most of his den mates would be right now.

'I wonder how Rainkit… No Rainpaw and Nightpaw are doing,' thought the small brown tom to himself remembering that they were probably apprentices already, 'And Hollyleaf and Lionblaze. And of course Jayfeather and Leafpool…'

He jumped carefully from stone to stone over a small river and grinned as he thought how Lionblaze and Rainpaw would start off that the stones are too small, or that the river is too deep. And Hollyleaf would say that they should better close their mouths or a fish will jump into it. And the very careful Rainpaw would shut – up for the rest of the day. Lionblaze on the other paw would scoff at his sister and say that it's kits' tales. But Nightpaw would object that it's a saying told to cats so they would shut – up and concentrate on passing the water, not talking.

Meanwhile Owl, like his imaginary happy family passed the cold leaf – fall water.

'It's getting late,' Sol observed, 'We should get to my cats tomorrow.'

'Can't we go in the dark?' asked Owl irritably, 'I mean come on…'

'You're not tired?' asked his father coolly.

'I'm not,' answered Owl confidently.

'All right,' sighed Sol, 'then let's hunt and continue our way.

Owl nodded and jumped into the bushes.

'Owlpaw,' someone called. Owl spun around: in front of him stood a gray she - cat.

'Bluestar?' Owl gaped, 'What… What are you doing here?'

'I have come to visit you, Owlpaw,' said Bluestar.

'How are my brother and sister, Hollyleaf?' asked Owl quickly before the former leader could say anything else.

'They are fine,' the gray she – cat inclined her head a bit, 'Bit this talk, Owlpaw, will be about you.'

'Me,' snorted the small tom sarcastically, 'I'm rouge now, Bluestar. I can do nothing and anything at the same time.'

'Well if you can,' said Bluestar gently, 'Try to notice the problem's of cats that help you…'

'WHAT?" yowled Owl as the leader began disappearing, 'BLUESTAR WAIT!' But it was too late - she was gone.

The young apprentice sighed and raised his nose. Almost at once he understood that this was a prey – rich ground. A couple of minutes later he came back with a small vole, big enough for himself.

Sol was already finishing his mouse.

'Nice job,' he praised lazily.

Owl snorted knowing that his father didn't actually care. He dropped his piece of prey and began ripping pieces of it imagining that it was Sol. After a couple of minutes Sol said:

'We should be moving – the moon is high.'…

… Owl forced himself to stay awake. He was so tired, as though he ran nonstop for a couple of seasons.

'You have to be stronger than that,' muttered Sol irritably. Owl envied him a bit. His father was big and healthy, had strong, long legs and of course great brains. But what he didn't have, and that's where Owl's envy flew away, was a heart. Sol never seemed to care about cats' feelings. He didn't even seem to care about his own… For the thousandths time Owl tried to understand why his mother chose a piece of fox – dung as a mate…

'We're almost there,' Sol pulled Owl out of his thoughts.

'Really,' blubbered the smaller tom out. Sol was too lazy to answer, so he just nodded. They were padding through a small beach in front of a pond, when suddenly a battle cry sounded and a small gold she – cat jumped from the bushes.

Owl jumped out of the way, hissing and fur bristling, while Sol didn't even move a paw.

'Good morning to you too, Sun,' he said very coldly. The she – cats eyes showed fear and guiltiness.

'I am very sorry…' she stopped for a second, and then it seamed as she forced herself to say the word, 'master.'

As she was muttering another excuse a black and white tom appeared from the same place which Sun came out of.

'Forgive my mouse – brained daughter, master,' said the tom and looked down at Owlkit, who was thanks to his fur sticking to his skin looked smaller than ever.

'Hey there,' the tom said friendly, 'I'm Dor. Welcome to our home.'