OMG I already have like 5 more reviews! Gee guys I didn't expect this story to get so popular! I don't have any trolls yet either which makes me so happy!

My B-day's in a few days so that makes everything even BETTER!

Review Answers:

Littleglow of WindClan(Glowy)- RAWRRR *bites keyboard like Wolverine*

Echoflame of FireClan- Sure! And LOL SOMEONE UNDERSTANDS MY PAIN BESIDES GLOWY XD

Dewotter Silvershadow- We'll see about Fadeddawn! And whoa now my fics are affecting people's likes and dislikes! COOL!

Icefeather (Guest)- OHYES IT IS and y-ello!

Moonbeam141- You're welcome!

Clearflight- Gee thanks!

Ashheart- YOU'RE RUINING MY SUSPENSE XD JKJKJK

Briarwind- Oh my God, I'm so sorry! I hope she gets better! And sure you can give me names!

Ravenheart- XD

Characters Belong To: Echo- Echoflame of FireClan, Yarrow- Moonbeam141, Rikah- Littleglow of WindClan (I call her Glowy for short)

ON TO DA CHAPPIE!


Twistedpaw drew in a breath as her paw touched the other side of the border. What dangers awaited out here? Gathering as much courage as she could bear, Twistedpaw stalked slowly forward.

(She walks for a long time-I'm lazy so there's no description XD)

Twistedpaw suddenly came to a stop outside a rundown barn. An old abandoned house sagged drearily beside it. The paint on both buildings was peeling. Twistedpaw shivered as a blast of cold wind buffeted her brown fur, driving her inside.

Once in the barn, Twistedpaw sniffed for possible inhabitants. There was stale cat scent, but it was hard to tell if it really was stale through the overpowering smell of mice. Twistedpaw recalled the stories she had been told of Barley's barn in the old territories. It had been right on the edge of the WindClan border.

Curling into a pile of loose hay, Twistedpaw closed her eyes, only to snap them open at the clapping of thunder, and sudden pounding of rain. Light burst outside from great strikes of electricity from the clouds above—a thing Twistedpaw knew as lightning. She had never overcome her fear of it, for she had been sentenced to her own nest, rejected by her mother. Whimpering in fear, Twistedpaw curled into an even tighter ball.

An hour or so later, the young apprentice heard soggy pawsteps, squishing in the slushy mud. The sound was faint, for the rain still bombarded the roof and ground. Twistedpaw's fear increased. Who was outside? Could it be a badger or fox? A dog by some terrifying chance?

Twistedpaw sprang to her paws, hissing. She would protect herself. But how? Rainfire had only taught her the basics of combat, nowhere near the advanced techniques shown to Stripepaw, Stormpaw, Harepaw, Rabbitpaw and Grasspaw.

But as another bolt of electricity staved the boggy ground, the ebony silhouettes of three felines were outlined against the pouring rain.

One of the cats walked in. A tom. Muscle rippled beneath his long gray fur. Darker gray-black tabby stripes looped throughout his pelt. Amber eyes glinted from beneath some stray locks of hair. An annoyed expression was presented on his face. Twistedpaw was unsure if he was annoyed from how wet he was or the fact that she was there. Or both.

Another cat, a she-cat, stepped inside. Her fur was the most beautiful shade of silver Twistedpaw had seen in her life. Her eyes were ice blue and kind. Her tail stretched higher than the tom's and the next she-cat's combined.

The next was a small yellowish tabby she-cat with streaks of white in her short fur. Her chest had a splash of white in the shape of a leaf. Her eyes were minty green with a curious air.

The tom stalked angrily forward. "Who are you?"

Twistedpaw gulped. "I-I'm Twistedpaw."

"I know you have a twisted paw. Now what is your name?" The tom's tail flicked.

Twistedpaw held back a laugh. "That's my name. Twistedpaw."

The tom cocked his head. "Odd name."

Twistedpaw backed up as the tom spoke again. "What are you doing in our barn?"

"I came here for shelter," Twistedpaw stuttered, casting a pleading glance at the silver she-cat. "I couldn't make out any fresh cat scent."

The tom snorted. "That's because we leave the barn every other moon."

Twistedpaw blinked. "Why?"

"This is our home," the tom declared. "But we meet the rest of our kin in town every other moon and stay there, then come back the next moon."

Twistedpaw licked her lips, letting the information unravel itself in her head. "Okay." She licked her lips. "What's a town?"

The tom looked at her as though she was the dumbest cat on the face of the Earth. "Are you a wild cat, a housecat, or a stray?"

Twistedpaw shook her head. What was a house cat? What was a stray? "What do you mean?"

"Do you live with twolegs, do you hang around twoleg nests with no owners, or are you one of those wild cats?" The tom was becoming agitated. " Living with twolegs is a housecat, living around twolegs with no owner is a stray, and a wild cat lives in the woods."

Twistedpaw nodded, finally understanding. "I'm a wild cat."

All three of the cats shot backwards, tumbling over one another. Twistedpaw jumped. Had she just said something offending?

"Are you really a wild cat?" the silver she-cat asked. The yellow tabby nodded in agreement with the question.

"No!" the tom growled. "She's bluffing! No wild cat would be so very small."

Twistedpaw hissed. "I am too a wild cat! I'm just still in training." Twistedpaw's tail drooped, suddenly remembering her banishment. "At least, not any more."

The tom sat up, clearing his throat. "I am Rikah." He motioned to the silver she-cat. "That's Echo."

Echo smiled, nodding at the yellow tabby. "And that's Yarrow." Yarrow grinned as she was introduced. "She doesn't talk much."

Rikah turned once more to Twistedpaw. "Where are you from?"

"Well," Twistedpaw began. "I'm from WindClan."


Okie dokie! Twistedpaw has met some rogues! Well, rogues are loners that cause trouble, so loners. But rogue is a cooler word! :D

So I'm setting up a poll at my profile! You guys wanna enter? Go to it!

See ya'll next chappie!