Shorter and Shorter we become...but I have another fanfic that I'm working on and hope you guys will try to read. This is getting kind of boring to me. Love stories seem to be much easier as one-shots...
Not long after they had set out they had reached a Twolegplace. The huge buildings towered above them, and their fur bathed in long shadows. Rays extended from the horizon, illuminating the Twolegplace with a beautiful glow from the sun's last rays.
They all padded through the dark alleys; twoleg rubbish lay scattered all over. Disgusting reek filled their nostrils as they attempted to find somewhere to stay. The glaring twoleg lights often blinked on one by one as twilight took over, and their warrior ancestors shone above them.
Are these really our warrior ancestors? Brambleclaw thought. Traveling so far would have probably meant that their warrior ancestors hadn't followed them to this great distance. Honestly, he was scared, as were the rest of them, and knowing that StarClan wasn't with them just made them more scared.
"Do you hear that?" Leafpool asked all of the sudden. Brambleclaw jumped out of his thoughts and looked inquisitively ahead.
"Hear what?" Crowfeather asked. Then, as if on queue a rustling sound came from a metal bin full of twoleg rubbish. Cautiously padding forward, the four peered into the big.
"Hello!" a black and white tom sprang out, startling them. "I'm Terry what is your name?" he asked eagerly.
"Well, I'm Leafpool." She introduced the others one by one. They greeted Terry with dips of the heads. Terry was a scrawny cat with a ragged black-and-white patched pelt, kind of reminding the cats of Tallstar- only a younger version.
"Do ya'll need a place to stay?" he asked them with an odd accent.
"Yes, we would like that, if you have room for the four of us- and upcoming kits," Brambleclaw added. Terry licked his paw and wiped his ear clean.
"Sure, but it'll be kind of crowded since my mate already has some kits. Come on follow me." Terry bounded off into the alley only to stop before a small hole in the nest of a twoleg. He flicked his tail and crawled in. The four followed and crouched into the hole, Brambleclaw being the last.
It was dim inside, and Brambleclaw could make out large mounds. A high ceiling was placed above them; crumbling into pieces, it threatened to collapse at any moment. A soft mewling echoed throughout the room.
"Here we is." Terry turned to face the Clan cats. "This is where we live. A shadow flickered behind him to reveal a small silver she-cat. "This is my mate, Tayla. She used to have housefolks until they abandoned her. Isn't it awful?"
"Yes it is," Squirrelflight mewed while Tayla shivered.
"I-I'm going to bed," she mewed into Terry's ear and settled down where she had first came from. Terry licked her before she went and lead them to a side room.
"Ya'll don't mind her, she's just jumpy 'round all visitors. Make ya' selves comfy. See ya'll later." He padded out leaving the strangers to talk in privacy.
"Terry seems nice," Leafpool purred. Crowfeather rubbed his head against her flank, obviously agreeing to what she was saying.
"Yes, he does. Can we talk tomorrow because I'm tired," Squirrelflight yawned. She jumped up onto a twoleg mound and curled up with Brambleclaw. They both slept happily. Until tomorrow morning.
