Heartbreak

(Yeah, I'm feeling pretty bummed out right now so this chapter is going to be violent and depressing)

('Graystripe's' POV)

Ducking out of the cat flap on my front door, I was almost immediately sent tumbling as some cat dropped on me from above. "Hey!" somehow finding my way to my feet, I slipped out from under the attacker. Kittyclan's main defense against attackers was running. If a twoleg sees some wild cat attacking their cat, it's over. I turned around, ready to run, but crashed into a second cat, lying in wait just behind me.

I recognized the flash of tabby fur. "Murphy! Get off me!" Murphy grinned, and the first cat, a light brown tom named Mark, reminded me,

"I keep telling you to watch out behind you, but will you listen to me? Of course not!" he turned disgustedly away, and padded off, Murphy right behind him. Mark and Murphy live in the same twoleg nest, and they are in charge of training all the cats in Kittyclan. Normally I'd have my own official job by now too, but I just got to Kittyclan a few seasons ago. Before that… Well to be honest, I don't know. I can't remember.

Suddenly one of the sentries, Spot came running towards me, fire in his eyes! "Rouges! Rouges are coming!" gulping, I followed him away from the scent of… vaguely familiar cats?

Duh duh duh! Also I haven't said yet; for those of you who like my BloodClan/Twopaw stories, you probably won't like these, but if you liked the when no one is watching series; you'll probably like this one. Ok now, that's it.

Really

It is!

I'm telling you the truth!

Ok, no, I lied.

(Leapordstar's POV)

We charged the kittypets, already fleeing. Suddenly from the top of a hill came the unmistakable scent of Twolegs. I'm not exactly sure what happened next. All I know for sure is that in the space of a few moments I was in a Twoleg monster with my other clan members- and Shadowclan and RiverClan- watching the kittypets fleeing for their lives- right into OUR forest.

(Firestar's POV)

Mousefur came running into camp, her eyes wild. "Firestar!" she panted, "There are kittypets coming into our woods, three times more than all the cats in our clan, one just attacked me." It was true. She was bleeding heavily.

Cinderpelt limped over to her and shepherded her into the medicine cat's den. Suddenly there was a large meow at the top of the hill leading into the camp. Three cats, all smelling of kittypets, walked into the ThunderClan camp. Around their necks they wore collars.

"We would speak to your leader," Said the one in front, who was slightly bigger than the other two.

I stepped forward. "I am ThunderClan's leader. One of your warriors has just attacked one of mine. What have you to say for yourself?" in some satisfaction that I am not at all ashamed of, I watched the leader flush red and duck his head.

"I apologize for that," he said, "We thought she meant to attack us."

I bowed my head to show that I would accept his excuse. He continued.

"However, let both your warrior's injury and your comrades fate be a warning to you- Kittyclan will not allow anyone to stand in our way. Other cats attacked us, so we were forced to attack them and take their territories as our own. We will do the same to you if you see fit to attack us."

I asked, "What do you mean the fate of our comrades?"

The lead cat looked surprised. "You mean you do not know? This very morning, many cats invaded our territory, coming from these woods. We assumed that they were your friends."

"Sort of," I muttered.

Later that day, after we had seen the Kittypets off our territory and convinced Cloudtail and Mousefur not to attack, I gathered Sandstorm and Cinderpelt together and told them that I thought we should send a message to the Kittypets and ask them to leave. The forest was not a good place for kittypets.

A short while later, the three of us arrived at the place where the kittypets were staying. None of them were doing anything constructive, but a few toms were bunched around a large black tabby, so the three of us walked over to talk to them.

Firestar: We come in peace

Black tabby: you sound like a weird movie I once saw made in 1948.

Firestar, Sandstorm, and Cinderpelt: blank looks

Black tabby: never mind. What do you want anyway?

Firestar: For you to leave and never come back.

Black tabby: And NOW you sound like a movie made a couple of years ago about pirates and rum!

Firestar, Sandstorm, and Cinderpelt: more blank looks

Black tabby: Anyway, we can't leave because, um… then we'd have no plotline and the girl who's writing this story will have to go back to pretending her microphone is a hairbrush. Anyway, our patrol is coming back, they've just been out exploring the forest, maybe we could talk to them and if they don't like it here we'll leave.

Firestar: ok

Sandstorm; ok

Cinderpelt: blank look

Firestar: cough, cough

Cinderpelt: What! Sorry, oh, yeah, ok.

Black tabby: So, what do you three think-?

Sandstorm: Graystripe!

Firestar: Graystripe!

Cinderpelt: blank look

Firestar: cough, cough

Cinderpelt: What! Sorry, oh, yeah, Graystripe!

Graystripe: who the beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep are you?

At this point all the cats went into a brief Shakespeare stage and decided to talk in weird English about biting off their thumbs. When the story resumes, me, Sandstorm, and Cinderpelt are dragging a loudly protesting Graystripe back through the forest, and the rest of the kittypets are highly interested in a small rabbit that hopped into camp, because it has a birthmark on it's rump that looks like Johnny Depp.

Graystripe: What the heck are you doing?

Firestar: Um… I'm FIRESTAR! You know, we've only been best friends since we were like SIX MOONS OLD!

Graystripe: What the heck are you talking about?

Then I walked off into the forest. When I got back to camp, Graystripe was in the middle of camp, Dustpelt and Mousefur on either side, like guards, surrounded by exited kits and apprentices, explaining something called a computer to them.

Cinderpelt limped over to me. "Firestar," she said softly, "Graystripe can't remember anything that happened to him since he was stolen by the twolegs. I told Dustpelt and Mousefur to watch him, just in case."

"Just in case of what?" I asked, secretly hoping a tidal wave would carry her away so he would never have to hear her answer.

No luck.

"I'm afraid he's lost his memory," Cinderpelt explained. "It sometimes happens after a bump to the head or great emotional trauma."

"Is there anyway to cure him?"

"No. All we can do is surround him by familiar things."

Great. Just great.

We had to leave our homes because of stinking twolegs.

Then Twolegs moved in.

And now my best friend can't even remember my name.