A/N: Welcome to this first one shot! I'll give you a little summary right here.

Cloudpaw always felt that he was left out of everything.

But when he finds a family of Twolegs, that all changes.

This takes place during Rising Storm.

It is in Cloudpaw's point of view

I hope you enjoy Mistakes

Mistakes

Cloudpaw padded silently through the forest, daring any cat to follow him to his destination. He was going to a Twoleg nest to try to get some real food. The prey of the forest was getting a little old to him, so he just decided to take matters into his own paws. He looked behind him as he made it to the fence. No cats were there, he was by himself. Sighing, the apprentice jumped down into the garden.

"I'm hungry! The forest prey does not satisfy me!" Cloudpaw yowled.

A Twoleg exited the nest and gently stroked Cloudpaw's fur. He purred as he ate the Twoleg fur, knowing that the Clan was probably starving back at camp. Why did that satisfy him? Suddenly, the Twoleg picked him up. This was not supposed to happen! Cloudpaw thought, panicking. The Twoleg whispered to him and took him inside of it's nest.

It then walked over to a monster. Cloudpaw felt a growing sense of dread as he realized that he was being carried away.

"Help! Somebody help!" Cloudpaw yowled, squirming in the Twoleg's grip. He saw Fireheart and Sandstorm rush over to the path of concrete. "Fireheart! Please help!"

"Cloudpaw!" Fireheart yowled, just as the belly of the monster opened up.

"Fireheart! Sandstorm!" Cloudpaw yowled. He felt the monster speeding up and fought down a growing dread as he realized that he might not come back. "Where are you taking me?!"

The Twolegs didn't answer as the monster just continued to move. Fear gave way to panic as Cloudpaw saw the forest disappear from view. He fell silent and suddenly realized how tired he was. Letting out a sad sigh, Cloudpaw curled up in his cage and fell asleep.

"Hey, Cloudpaw, do you want to play moss ball?" Thornpaw asked, his golden fur bristling with excitment.

"Sure! Who's playing with us?" Cloudpaw replied, his eyes shining.

"Oh, I didn't think of that," Thornpaw mewed.

"Okay! We can just invite Brightpaw and Swiftpaw to play with us!" Cloudpaw mewed.

"Hey, good thinking, Cloudpaw! Wait here, I'll go get them!" Thornpaw meowed.

Cloudpaw purred as he watched his friend exit the camp. He knew Thornpaw, he said he would get them, but he always ended up being late. With a small purr, Cloudpaw sat down and waited for the cats to enter the camp. He didn't understand their interest in dead cats, but he could still be their friends. He felt a nagging guilt as he remembered that the other day he had snuck into the forest and had tried Twoleg food.

Now he was addicted to the stuff. It was odd, it did not look appetizing, yet he still loved the taste. He had even made a friend, who had said there was a secret food that his housefolk gave him. He said it was called tuna. Cloudpaw hoped he could try it soon.

And he did, that day he had tried the tuna was today, the day he had been captured. He had been placed in a cage and had been on display for Twolegs to see. Now he was curled up in a soft bed near the fire place, a kittypet had told him. They were said to be able to cage fire. Cloudpaw had not been able to believe it until he had seen it. The dog, Betsy, walked up to Cloudpaw and sniffed him.

Cloudpaw just ignored her and rose to his paws. He could smell something tasty in his food bowl. He purred and padded up to it. A can of tuna was in his bowl. He ate it, but it tasted bitter in his mouth. As happy as he was the leave the forest, Cloudpaw actually missed his mother and his friends, Fireheart, and even the Clan. Suddenly, he realized that the soft life of a kittypet was not meant for him.

As much as he hated living in the Clan, he actually missed fending for himself, feeling the thrill of getting a battle move right. The happiness of when Fireheart gave his approval, or even listening to his mentor when he was being scolded. Now, Bluestar needed Fireheart most, after the day Tigerclaw tried to kill her, she had only trusted Whitestorm and Fireheart.

On top of that, Fireheart had to deal with Cloudpaw, his disloyal, dishonest apprentice. Cloudpaw was shocked at what he thought of himself and he suddenly didn't feel hungry anymore. He padded over to Betsy and gently touched her nose. The dog let out a small bark and looked at Cloudpaw with those warm eyes.

"Hello, Betsy," Cloudpaw mewed.

"Is something the matter, Sniper?" Betsy asked.

Sniper? Is that seriously what they named me? That is just plain annoying and rude, Cloudpaw thought.

"I don't belong here, Betsy. I am a wild cat, not a house cat. How am I supposed to convince the housefolk to let me go?" Cloudpaw asked.

"Peter and Cocoa don't let us go out unless it's quick. There are mean cats outside, did you ever wonder what happened to my ear?" Betsy asked, pointing to a torn ear that Cloudpaw had never noticed.

"For the short time I've been here, yes," Cloudpaw lied.

"The evil cats tore it off. Now I'm called a half eared freak everytime I try to cross the street. It really hurts that I can't take a single walk without being made fun of. I can't take it half if the time, and no matter how many times I try to tell them to stop they continue to do it. There are some mean cats and dogs out there. Who knows what they'd do to a little fella like you?" Betsy barked, her eyes wide with fear.

"I can take a few lousy barn cats," Cloudpaw meowed smugly.

"They aren't barn cats! They smell like the moor!" Betsy hissed.

"Smell like the moor?" Cloudpaw muttered. A sudden realization hit him like an angry ShadowClan cat. He meowed, "Did you ever go onto a moor?"

"Yes. But that was only to help Peter catch a few thrushes for dinner," Betsy meowed.

"That would be my rival Clan, WindClan. They only attacked you because you were on their territory. We are very protective of our lands, especially in leaf - bare," Cloudpaw meowed, suddenly happy to tell another animal something he knew and they didn't.

"What do you know about those violent ruffians?" Betsy asked.

"I am one of those 'violent ruffians', we really just want to defend our home from any possible threats. It was not meant to kill you, it was meant to chase you off their land," Cloudpaw informed.

"You are one of them?! Tell me more!" Betsy barked.

"I am an apprentice of ThunderClan. Now you must be wondering what this ThunderClan is. Well, we are a group of, I guess you could say ferals that defend our borders and each other. We defend the young and old mostly, the warriors and apprentices defend the queens, elders, medicine cats, any cats that happen to be injured or sick, and kits," Cloudpaw began.

"Are those ranks, or something?" Betsy asked.

"Exactly. You start out as a kit, or as you know them as kittens. They are very important to the Clan, so it is our job to protect them from any threats. The death of a kit is a loss to all of the Clans. Then you begin training as an apprentice. I am an apprentice right now, so I take care of most of the cats that can't take care of themselves. I clean out their nest, take then fresh kill and the worst, I have to take care of their ticks," Cloudpaw meowed, wrinkling his nose.

"You Clan cats have ticks?!" Betsy yelped.

"Of course! We live in the forest. Wouldn't that be obvious?" Cloudpaw meowed.

"Good point. Go on," Betsy said.

"Next up the rank is a warrior. They defend the camp and territory. Of course I join warrior patrols and take part in some battles," Cloudpaw meowed.

"Wait, you fight?!" Betsy squealed.

"Of course!" Cloudpaw hissed, trying to stay calm. "Anyway, there is also the medicine cat. Kind of like the veterinarian, except, these cats don't have needles. Thank StarClan for that. Medicine cats use different herbs to heal the sick and injured. Somehow it works, but oh well, I'm not a medicine cat, I wouldn't know how it works. They also have this weird connection to our ancestors. Kind of creepy if you ask me."

"Is StarClan your ancestors?" Betsy asked.

"Yes. They watch over all of us, though, I don't believe any of that. Anyway, next is the deputy. One of the most important members of the Clan. You see, you can have a Clan without a queen, kits or apprentices. But you can't have a Clan without a leader, medicine cat, elders, warriors, or a deputy. They are what makes the Clan," Cloudpaw meowed.

"What makes them so important?" Betsy asked.

"Without warriors, who would defend the camp? Without a leader who would keep the Clan organized? Without the deputy, who would be the next leader? Without the medicine cat, who would be willing to heal the sick and injured, who would know how? Without elders, who would tell stories that would be long forgotten?" Cloudpaw asked.

"Good point, go on," Betsy said.

"You then have queens. They are mothers, they take care of all the kits, not just their own. They are like a team. Without them, the kits would not survive," Cloudpaw meowed.

"Oh, I get it now," Betsy meowed.

"Do you need any more explaining?" Cloudpaw asked.

"No," Betsy replied.

"Good," Cloudpaw replied.

He then sighed and laid down on the windowsill. A sudden yowl got his attention. Jumping, Cloudpaw turned to the window. To his surprise, he saw Fireheart and Sandstorm, they had worried expressions on their faces.

"What are you doing here?" Cloudpaw asked, putting his paws on the window.

"We came to rescue you. Is that a dog?" Sandstorm meowed.

"Yeah, but I ignore her most of the time," Cloudpaw meowed.

"You ignore dogs? Since when?" Fireheart asked, his eyes wide.

"Since today, now, let's go!" Cloudpaw meowed. Before any cat could respond, Cloudpaw ran up to Betsy and placed a paw on her nose. "I'm going to my home now, see you, Betsy."

"See you, soon. Stay away from the moor. Those WindClan cats will leave you alone if you don't come strolling straight into their territory. Okay?" Cloudpaw mewed quietly.

"I'll miss you, Sniper," Betsy said.

"I'll miss you, Betsy," Cloudpaw whispered, sadly putting a paw on her nose.

Betsy whined as Cloudpaw left the room and tried his best to open the window. Once he was gone, Cloudpaw cast a glance a Betsy's house. Tears glistened in his eyes as he padded away from his new best friend. But he knew Betsy would probably be proud of him. It was time for a new beginning. One of loyalty and greatness. He was done seeing Twolegs. He was done eating Twoleg food.

And as he crossed WindClan territory towards the forest, he realized that this was where he truly belonged. He did not belong with Twolegs. He did not belong with RiverClan. He did not belong with ShadowClan. He did not belong in WindClan. He did not belong with his mother. He did not belong with his father either. Or his siblings. He was a ThunderClan cat and he was proud.

A/N: By far the longest one shot/chapter that I have ever written. What did you think of this first one shot? Please review! :)