'Sup peeps. Okay not doing Review Answers this time cause, well... THERE ARE TOO MANY REVIEWS XD

I will next time, though.

Okay, Poll Results!

Rikah- 1 vote (16%)

Echo- 5 votes (83%)

Yarrow- 0 votes (0%) well, I actually had a Guest pick Yarrow, so that counts as 1 vote ;)

New Poll! If we get to 100 reviews, I will do a little Request thing! See the poll to understand. There will be a few choices of stuff for me to do, and whichever one gets the most votes by the 23rd (day before Christmas Eve!) will be used by me.

Poll Choices Explained:

Will use a character in Twisted- I know that every now and then I'll ask you guys to give me a cat to use in the story, but they're usually only in the story for a short time. Pick this, and your cat will be given a larger role.

Will write a special story starring every reviewer as a warrior of a made-up Clan- Pick this one, and I will write a special story starring each of my reviewers. The Clan will be called WhirlClan, and anyone who wants to join may PM me. If you are a guest then just comment on Twisted. So you'll each be given a warrior name, and I'll write a story with all of you in it, like a Forum. But it's a story and you guys don't post. XD Get it? I'll explain if anyone is confused.

Will do a Spoof One-Shot- a silly story :)


Twistedpaw woke with a start from her dream. Who had been speaking to her? And why had she been in Dark Forest? Covering up the horrific memory with another, Twistedpaw felt a burst of excitement tingle up her spine as she imagined Deadfoot's face. How lucky for her to meet him!

Rikah and Yarrow were gone. Echo lay curled up with her muzzle under her paw, and her tail covering her back legs. She roused as Twistedpaw woke and shuffled some hay in her direction by accident.

"Morning, Twistedpaw," Echo mewed quietly.

Twistedpaw immediately dropped into a stalking position as she heard a mouse scuffle behind a barrel. "Morning," she said in return, not taking her eyes off the spot.

Twistedpaw could feel Echo's surprised gaze on her pelt. "You're good at stalking. Especially for a cat with a twisted paw."

Twistedpaw stole a glance at the awe-struck she-cat. "Well, I'm a wild cat. I have to know how to hunt." She loosened a bit, and turned her head slightly in Echo's direction. "Don't you?"

Echo stared at her silver paws. "Not exactly."

Twistedpaw cocked her head, in confusion but also to hear if the mouse was still there. "Why?" she whispered. Hearing the nibbling come to an abrupt stop, Twistedpaw sprang at the barrel before the mouse could flee. She knocked it from its hiding place with a lightning-fast paw, which stunned it. Quickly racing over before the rodent could retaliate, she placed a paw on its belly, flipped it over, and gave the killing bite.

Looking up at Echo with her prize, she was met with astonished eyes. Echo's mouth gaped in amazement. "Whoa."

Twistedpaw set the mouse down at Echo's paws. "Eat it."

Echo pushed the mouse away. "You caught it, you eat it. I did nothing."

Twistedpaw frowned, and suddenly remembered how her Clan ate. "You know something?"

"What?" Echo replied.

"Well, in the Clans, all the fresh-kill is shared. In fact, when apprentices make their first catch, they especially want someone else to eat it because they're proud." Twistedpaw grinned. "I'm proud of my catch, and I want you to eat it."

"Oh," Echo answered. "Well, I suppose it's only polite." She kneeled down and began to gnaw on the mouse.

Twistedpaw smiled, and remembered her original question. "Why can't you hunt?"

Echo stopped mid-chew. "Oh, um…"

Twistedpaw stepped closer and sat down next to the rogue. "It's okay."

Echo swallowed the mouthful and spoke. "Well, strays don't really need to hunt."

"Why?" Twistedpaw pressed on.

"Because we live around restaurants and garbage cans."

Twistedpaw shook her head. "What are those?"

"A restaurant is a place where twolegs go to eat if they don't want to make their own food. A lot of the time, the chefs, or the twolegs who make the food at the restaurant, will throw away unwanted food. They throw them into garbage cans. If we're lucky, twolegs will come out of the back door that leads to the alley and give us fresh food."

"Alley? What's that?"

Echo sighed. "A narrow thunderpath that goes between twoleg dens. But monsters don't usually go in them." Echo paused to lick her paw. "We live in them."

"Do you ever hunt?" Twistedpaw asked.

"Only if the twolegs get stubborn or if we feel like it."

"So the twolegs haven't been stubborn?"

"No, especially with the cold-season coming around. They know that finding prey is difficult for us now." She looked out the barn door to see if Rikah or Yarrow had come back yet. Turning back to Twistedpaw, she went on. "I was born in the red-season. So I haven't been taught to hunt."

Twistedpaw blinked. This she-cat knew a lot of vocabulary that Twistedpaw did not. "Cold-season? Red-season?"

Echo groaned. "We're in the cold-season. The red-season was the one before this, the sun-season was the one before the red-season, and the seed-season was the one before the sun-season."

Twistedpaw sat silently for a moment as she tried to work this out. The cold-season must mean leafbare, red-season means leaf-fall, sun-season is greenleaf, and seed-season is newleaf. "Oh."

"The twolgs are nice to us in the cold-and-red-seasons. But in the sun-and-seed-seasons, we'll have to find our own prey. I haven't experienced those seasons yet, so I haven't needed to hunt."

Twistedpaw gave a long "Ooh" of understanding. "Okay."

Suddenly, Rikah and Yarrow walked in. They dropped two mice and a vole on the dirt floor. Twistedpaw caught sight of Echo looking at the prey with envy. Echo leaned into Twistedpaw's ear. "They're older than me—they've seen the other seasons, so they know how to hunt. You and I are the same age."

Twistedpaw nodded.

"Dig in, everyone. We've got some walking ahead of us and need our strength." Rikah shoved the prey forward with a gray paw.

Echo shook her head. "I already ate."

Rikah frowned. "You can't hunt."

"Twistedpaw caught a mouse for me." Echo turned to Twistedpaw and dipped her head in gratitude. "Thank you."

Twistedpaw smiled. "You're welcome."

Echo whirled around to face Rikah. "It was amazing! She moved so quickly!"

The tom looked at Twistedpaw. "Your time in the forest has proved helpful."

Twistedpaw blushed in embarrassment. "Thanks." Suddenly wondering where they were going, Twistedpaw spoke up. "Where are we going?"

"We're a few days late for our trip back to town, so we need to get going. That's why I need an answer. Are you coming?"

The question took Twistedpaw by surprise. She couldn't make a decision now! She needed more time to think! "What? But I, uh…"

"It's a yes or no question, Twistedpaw." Rikah gulped down the vole and stood. "Are you coming or not?"

"Y-yes?" Twistedpaw replied.

"Is that a question or an answer?"

Twistedpaw straightened. "Yes. I'm coming with you."


Tehee. Cliffie :D

Okay, announcement! I know that Yarrow is supposed to be a yellow she-cat, but her name sounds like Yellow, which reminds me of Yellowfang, which makes me imagine her as a black cat. In other words, Yarrow has morphed into a black cat. That is, if it's okay with her creator. I was actually drawing the characters in my sketchbook, and made Yarrow a black cat. So ya.

SEE YA'LL NEXT CHAPPIE.

~Rainheart~