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Uh...NONSPECIFIC EXCUSE
Robin's P.O.V.
"What are you doing on ShadowClan territory?" The tom hissed, his eyes shining with barely concealed hostility. As a matter of fact, all of them seemed to be on edge, and the tabby she-cat was already unsheathing her claws. This could get hairy extremely quickly if this situation wasn't diffused.
"I'm Robin. Er, Robinpaw. Of ThunderClan." I said, beckoning with my tail for Clint to stop reaching for his gun. I stopped to cough, and the tom gave me a disgusted look. It wasn't my fault I was sick, sheesh.
"Impossible. There's been no Robinpaw in ThunderClan since the twolegs came." The tabby spat, but the tortoiseshell said nothing, just staring at us.
"My father is Jayheart of RiverClan and my mother was Dovestrike of ThunderClan. I have four sisters, Oakrunner, Shiverheart (hack), Sparrowflight (cough) and Swanfeather."
The tabby snarled at us, but with less conviction this time.
"Robinpaw? They said you were dead." The tortoiseshell finally asked, and she stepped forwards into my personal space. I stepped back, away from her. Personal space was called personal space for a reason.
The tortoiseshell looked vaguely familiar. Maybe it was her eyes, or maybe her faint ThunderClan accent. I couldn't remember her name though.
"Well, I'm not dead, surprise..I'm just sick." I said, dryly, and was relieved that the crisis was averted, but then the tom's gaze drifted to Clint.
"Why did you bring a twoleg here? You know what they did to us." The tom hissed at me, glaring at Clint.
"Ah, wait. He's a friend. He saved me, and led me to the forest." I said quickly before anyone could attack Clint.
"Grassheart, go back to camp and tell Rowanstar that we'll be expecting visitors. And tell Littlecloud to get some catmint." The tortoiseshell said, and the tabby reluctantly ran off.
"Rowanstar? Are we using the full name system again?" I asked, a bit uneasy as the tom took up the rear, giving Clint a distrustful glare. Clint glared right back until I lightly elbowed him.
"We've decided to only use the shortened names in battle situations. Oh wait, you don't know my name, do you? I am Bramblestar's sister, Tawnypelt. The tom taking up the rear is Crowfrost. He's the deputy." Tawnypelt said, her voice kind.
Oh, yeah. Bramblestar's sister. No wonder she looked so familiar.
"You already know me, I'm Robinpaw. The human, er twoleg, is Clint." Clint let out a small huff, and looked back into the forest, and Crowfrost glared at him. Clint glared back again. I didn't stop them this time. If Crowfrost and Clint wanted to glare at each other until their eyes fell out, I would let them.
"What happened to you?" Tawnypelt asked, leading us through the forest at a brisk walk, seeing as it was getting dark, and soon we'd only have the moonlight to guide us.
"After the twolegs invaded the ThunderClan camp, they took some of us. They took me to a place where they made me do all sorts of test- assessments and hurt me and, well, Clint came to save me one day." I said, speaking vaguely, and Crowfrost spoke from behind me.
"Did you see Spikefur there?" Crowfrost asked, and I felt bad, because he sounded kinda hopeful.
"No, sorry." I said quietly, and we walked to camp in silence.
Well at least halfway to camp. On the way there, my legs gave out on me and I blacked out.
I awoke to the smell of strong smelling herbs and pine needles. I blinked blearily before closing my eyes to get more sleep.
"When will be be okay? I have questions for him."
"Don't rush him, Rowanstar. He'll get better soon, and then you can ask him everything." A quiet, male voice.
Wait. Rowanstar? Oh yeah. We got caught trespassing. Well, mouse-dung. Why does he want to ask me questions? And I'll have to answer them, won't I? Because he's using his catmint on me. What if he asks me something hard though? I can't remember tons of things from…What if he wants ThunderClan secrets?! What will he do if I don't answer a question? What if he hurts me? What if he hurts...Clint! Is he okay? I hope he's okay. Surely they wouldn't of hurt him, but what about the other avengers? I hope they're not too worried..ugh, Robin, stop worrying! Everything will be fine. But what if it's n-
"Robinpaw?"
I snarled, opening my eyes as someone touched my shoulder, and they stepped back.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I'm Littlecloud, the ShadowClan medicine cat. You're in the ShadowClan camp, remember?"
Littlecloud looked nearly exactly the same as he did when I was an apprentice. Light brown hair with white tips, kind of tan skin, and cloudy blue eyes. It looked as if he hadn't aged a day, minus the slight beard he seemed to be growing out.
I almost attacked a medicine cat..
"Oh, I'm so, so sorry. I didn't- I mean, it was.." I stammered, and Littlecloud smiled a small smile that did reach anywhere near his eyes.
"It's fine. How are you feeling? Does your eye hurt?"
"Horrible, and no. I've lost feeling in it a long time ago." I muttered, then sniffled. (I wasn't crying, I swear.)
"Sorry. Eat some catmint and I'll give you a few poppy seeds." Littlecloud said, turning his back to look at the herb store.
"Where's Clint?" I asked/coughed.
"Clint? Oh, the twoleg. He's in the Apprentice's den. Don't worry. I know us ShadowClan cats seem evil, but he's unharmed." Littlecloud said, and his lip curled up in a small smile.
"Either way," He continued, "Last night, I had a prophecy sent to me by StarClan. More specifically, Runningnose. He said, 'A bird will fly on, six lighting the path. However, beware the icy darkness that threatens to overtake us all.' I know that you're the bird, and there is something bad lurking around the edge, StarClan forbid. However, it's the six that I'm concerned about. Six is usually not a number used in prophecies.."
BAM. Six. I got it now. The Avengers. The only six I knew, anyway.
"I think I may know who the six are." I muttered, and Littlecloud looked intrigued, leaning a bit closer into my personal space. What was up with ShadowClan cats and doing that?
"Unfortunately, they're two-legs." I finished, and Littlecloud sighed.
"Fortunately, Clint should know where they are."
Clint's P.O.V.
We were half-way to these ShadowClanner's camp when Robin collapsed. Crowfrost had immediately began blaming me, saying I poisoned Robin, which was just ridiculous. Tawnypelt got Crowfrost to calm down, but the rest of the way there, I could feel Crowfrost's dark glare burning into my back.
Honestly, I wished I had my bow. Also, I was greatly confused by these cats(?). I thought that the reason Robin had cat ears and tail, and general cat-likeness was because of Dumbass Ross and his crazy experiments, but these people had a similar physique. It seems the only thing that Robin didn't have and they had was an accent.
We reached the camp around midnight, and immediately, two of the humans carried Robin off to another cave, despite my protests.
Then, three of them, three males, or toms as these people called them, led me into another cave without a word. I noticed three empty nests, and the whole den smelt like cats.
"You can sleep here tonight, twoleg." The male spat the word "twoleg" like an insult, and turned and left, leaving two younger males guarding the cave.
"So, what's your name? I'm Clint, but people call me Hawkeye." I said to the guards, silently cursing Robin and myself. How could he just leave me here to roy?
"I'm Tigerheart." I was actually surprised when one of them responded, but the other went on ignoring me.
Tigerheart and I had a decent conversation in which I learned that there were multiple, four exactly, Clans. StarClan, which although was a clan, was not on earth, but instead in the sky. They were "warrior ancestors" who looked down upon the clan cats and guided them. ShadowClan was supposed to be the evil clan, and the other clans looked down upon them, but Tigerheart said they weren't evil and it was just because they had two bad leaders before Blackstar (their previous leader before Rowanstar). At this point, I had stopped caring, my mind drifting to what Natasha would say before she would beat the crap out of me for getting Robin and I lost and captured.
"Twoleg? Rowanstar and Littlecloud want to see you." Tigerheart said curtly.
Okay then. This should be interesting.
The next update will be sooner, I swear. I've written chapter 22 & 23, but then I went on writer's block and decided to write more Avengers, specifically. I got an Ao3 account, and more of my more mature stories are over there. My user is RedPineTree if you're interested.
Either way, thanks for you guys who stuck around. I'm so sorry.
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Also, I was just thinking, and I realized I don't care about the favorites, or the follows, or the reviews, or the freaking views. I just want to satisfy you readers (there's only a few of you, anyway.) So, due to this, I will be making a sequel for Feral. I've had it planned out for awhile now, and I'm just gonna reveal it. Its planned title is Feral: One-shots, Shorts, and Deleted Scenes. The title will probably change, but that's all the news I have for now.
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-Thunder