They bumbled along, withe Olivekit babbling like a brook, asking all sorts of questions which streampelt usually answered with "Of course, little one." Then, the snowy trees of the forest became rows and rows of short, organized little trees. "Appleclan territory." Mewled Olivekit, "This orchard is abandoned, but they always live in fear of Twolegs." Streampelt smiled. So he had SOME of his memory left.
"Olivekit!" A voice carried over the rows of trees. Then he heard the barely audible crunch of snow under cats' paws. And appleclan patrol skidded up in front of them. Could the Appleclan warriors see Streampelt, too? Probably not, he figured. "I'm so glad you're okay! We saw the fire from here! To think! A fire in leafbare! Why would Starclan curse you with such a disaster?" The patrol leader, a skinny she-cat named Yellowfoot,said. Olivekit felt Streampelt wince.
"Who's Olivekit?" He mused, staring into Yellowfoot's eyes. She stared back, dumbfounded. "Is that me? Please tell me! Streampelt won't!" He cried desperately. He heard the other cats behind Yellowfoot murmuring about Streampelt.
"Erm... Well... Yes. It is you." She meowed. "This is no time for games, Olivekit. Are you feeling okay?"
"What fire?" He asked. "I'm not burned." Yellowfoot looked worried.
"Listen, Olivekit," She murmured, "I think we should take you to see our medicine cat. Maybe you could stay will Appleclan for a while. You're old enough to be an apprentice."
"No!" Olivekit exclaimed, "I have a quest to complete. I'll be just fine, but thank you, Yellowfoot." Yellowfoot was not convinced, but she left him alone anyways. "Well, alright... Good luck, I guess. Bye, Olivekit." She, and the rest of the Appleclan patrol, padded away.
As Olivekit settle in to the patch of moss he'd gathered for himself, he sighed.
"Streampelt?"
"Yes?"
"Tell me a story."
Streampelt huffed. She sat, curled her tail around her legs, and stared up at the walls of the old badger set, thinking.
"Well," She said, "I have a good one, but it won't be believable."
"There was once a young twoleg. She lost her when she was very young. She did not like her parents. She was generally upset. Then, one day,a Starclan she-cat had a prophecy, one she thought would save the clans. One that included that twoleg."
Olivekit stared at her. "A twoleg? help the clans? That's crazy!"
"Let me finish, little one. So, the starclan she-cat held a meeting. She stated her prophecy and told they other cats what she planned to do. The twoleg must be given a second life, she had decided, one as a warrior.
"And so that is precisely what happened. The little black she-cat struggled at first, but has come far from then. And that, little one, is a true story."
As she finished up, she realized he was asleep. She sighed, and dozed off too.
Hope you guys liked it! Sorry all my chappies are so short. Also, again, Check out "Raven's Wing" by monkeyCsaw. I am accidentally intertwining he story more then I planned.