Oakpaw awoke in a lush forest that scarcely had any prey. She didn't remember the forest being this green and being so empty. She sniffed the air, gradually following the faint smell of cats who had been there before. She came to an abandoned camp, with no cats there. All of a sudden, a monster she knew to be a construction vehicle rushed up to the camp and crushed it. Oakpaw watched in horror as the dens were swept away, to be replaced with a bushy mess. Where is this, Oakpaw thought, and is there anything I can do to stop this? The vehicle stopped in its tracks, turned around, and sped towards Oakpaw. She was terrified and ran as fast as she could. But it seemed as if the vehicle was faster than her, and she had cornered herself. Watching in horror, she let out a wail as the monster came after her, seeming to gobble her up. The blinding lights came, and it seemed to have run into her when-

"What's going on?!"

Oakpaw woke up with a startle, shaking herself back into reality.

"Oakpaw is wailing and we can't get any sleep!" replied Juniperpaw.

"Are you okay?" asked Fawnpaw.

"I guess," Oakpaw said, still shaking. "I think it was just a bad dream, that's all."

"Now can we get some sleep?" Juniperpaw spat. "I need to get some rest!"
"It's dawn anyway, Juniperpaw," Fawnpaw mewed. "It's time to get up."
"So much for a good night's sleep," Juniperpaw remarked, shooting a glare at Oakpaw.

"I'm sorry," Oakpaw meowed. She took a stretch and looked down at where she was sleeping. Apparently, she hadn't eaten last night, and she had slept the entire night buried in her meal. Birchpaw and Snowpaw were at the prey pile, watching. Oakpaw took a step back, nervous. "Whoops," She mewed.

"Everyone does it at one point in life," Birchpaw said.

"Yeah! I did it once!" Snowpaw replied.

"Thanks, guys. It was nice being able to-"

"Oakpaw! Time for patrol!" Swiftfeather called.

"Sorry! I have to go again!" Oakpaw said hurriedly.
"It's fine," Birchpaw mewed.

Oakpaw ran to her mentor and tried to wave her tail at Birchpaw and Snowpaw, but all she got was a tail smack on her right hind leg. She raced out of the camp, wondering about the dream. What was that camp? She asked herself. And why was it being torn apart?

"Oh, hi Oakpaw," said an apprentice.

"What happened out there?" asked another.

"Oh, I just had a dream about monsters tearing up a camp, that's all," Oakpaw replied with a shiver. "Who are you two, anyway?"
"My name is Thrushpaw," said one.

"And mine is Mintpaw," the other meowed.

"Those are both great names," Oakpaw said. She sniffed the air and instantly smelled mouse. She followed the smell and performed the hunter's crouch. She located the mouse, pounced directly onto its back, and dispatched it with a quick bite.

"Well done," said Swiftfeather. "Your first piece of prey."

Oakpaw was overexcited. Had this really been her first catch? Her belly rumbled, and she realized that she hadn't eaten since the day before. There was a lot of prey to be caught, and she wanted to pass the time as quickly as possible.

"Well done, Oakpaw!" Swiftfeather purred. In her jaws, Oakpaw held a young squirrel and her mouse. She padded toward the prey pile and placed her squirrel there and began to eat her mouse.

"Just wondering," Oakpaw mewed. "Where is Snowpaw and Birchpaw?"

"Oh, they went to do some training," Fawnpaw said. "I saw them arrive just as I was leaving the hollow."

"Oh, alright," Oakpaw meowed as she padded toward the entrance. "I guess I'll just go observe their training, then." She ran toward the hollow, her half-eaten mouse still in her jaws. As she got nearer, she spotted Juniperpaw stalking her.

"What are you doing?" Oakpaw asked.

"I should ask the same of you," Juniperpaw retorted.

"I asked first, so tell me," Oakpaw begged.

"I was going to practice stalking," Juniperpaw replied. "You were my first target."
"I was going to observe Snowpaw and Birchpaw's training," Oakpaw mewed.

"Not those two," Juniperpaw scoffed. "Why can't your kind stay away from the forest?!"

"It was not our choice!" Oakpaw yowled. That got some cats' attention.

"Alright, break it up, you two," One of the warriors yowled. "We need to train these apprentices!"

"Sorry, Fernwhisker," Oakpaw said. She realized that Birchpaw and Snowpaw were watching again. She felt anger and embarrassment overtake her, and she sprinted back to camp, dropping her unfinished meal.

Oakpaw sat in a corner of the camp so small that most cats couldn't reach it. She was trying to let all of her frustration out. Why did they have to see that happen?

"Oakpaw! Where are you?" Swiftfeather called. Oakpaw dared not to answer. She was too embarrassed to let anyone see her right now.

"Hey, Oakpaw, come out before-"

"Don't make it worse, Juniperpaw," Fawnpaw interrupted. "You've already been punished by not having anything to eat for tonight."

"I'll get out on my own accord!" Oakpaw yowled.

"It's time to train though," Fawnpaw said.

"Fine. Tell Swiftfeather that I will be there soon."

"Alright!" Oakpaw heard Fawnpaw run off. She squeezed herself out of the corner and sprinted to the entrance. She looked back, hoping Birchpaw and Snowpaw were there, but it seemed like they were never around. She sighed. She wanted to see them again and explain what happened. It seemed like even though her friends were in this world, she would forever feel alone.

Blooper: This happened while Lilac was in history class. Some people were told to sit on the floor, and they were the lower class. Some people remained in their desks, and they were the middle class. Some people got to sit on the beanbags and the couch. Those were the upper class. Here's how it plays out.

Teacher: *saying some random learning thing and-*

Classmate: *gets up from the floor and sneaks onto his desk*

Teacher: (classmate's name)! What are you doing? You're the lower class!

Classmate: I make my own rules, Mrs. (teacher's name)!

*Everyone including the teacher breaks into laughter*