Author's Note:

Hello readers and welcome to Chapter Two of Breaking Boundaries!

My loyal reviewer Music got the first review and I've given her the choice of a prize for also being the first to guess the correct symbolism :)

It's good to see a good 6 reviews to start out the story. Let's see if we can keep this going :3

We will officially see our second POV this chapter!

Anyways, on to the story!

Chapter Two:

Ginger had no idea where she was.

She sniffed the air, but she could smell nothing but the general scents of the forest. There was no prey, no scent markers, no cats. Was she not on the right path to ThunderClan?

She sighed and sat down, frowning. What was she going to do now? How would her sister react if she went to meet her and she wasn't there? She shuddered, her mind playing the day's events over again. She could still see that badger looming over her, its eyes gleaming at the sight of its next meal. Unknowingly, she began shivering a little. Her father was dead. She gulped. He was gone forever. She would never see him again, and it was all her fault. If she'd only heard the badger sooner, maybe they'd still be in the cave, sharing a meal.

Now though, she was alone. Isolated. Untouched by other cats. It felt strange. She had never been apart from her family. Now she practically had none left with her. She sniffed slightly, trying not to break down at the thought of her dead father, his throat so horribly slashed open...

She curled up into a ball, not caring if she was currently in the middle of an open clearing, showing herself off to any nearby predators. She couldn't take this. She wasn't an adult! She was still basically a she-kit!

Soon, her shivering seemed to calm, and her breathing started growing deeper. However, she heard heavy steps nearby, which brought her to perk her head up, her ears twitching. Was that a badger? Whimpering, she closed her eyes as hard as she could and began shaking again. However, she was surprised when a deep mew reached her ears, "Are you alright, little one?"

Hesitantly, she lifted her head only to see a large, graying tom, slowly making his way to her. His eyes sparkled slightly in interest, but otherwise no emotion was revealed.

"I'm fine," Ginger mewed harshly, her fur prickling a bit. What did this cat want? The tom padded closer to her, calmly sitting down.

"Are you sure?" He mewed smoothly, "It's not often I see kits broken down in the middle of the forest. Where are your parents?"

She gulped, looking down at the ground. She couldn't bring herself to say what happened to her father. However, the mysterious tom seemed to get it, frowning and going over to her. He pulled her into his stomach. He was stronger than he looked. Ginger couldn't even move out of his grasp. However, once she was settled into the curve of his stomach she relaxed, the warmth of the tom's body making her feel better. It felt like when she had curled up with her father and sister last night, which seemed so long ago by now.

"Do you need a place to stay?" The tom softly mewed, looking down at her. Ginger was surprised to see a notable hint of loneliness in his eyes. She felt somewhat compelled to stay with him for a night. However, she mentally shook her head. She had to make it to ThunderClan. She had to take down Duskstar before she could get to Light.

"No, I need to go to ThunderClan," She murmured. The tom stiffened, making her glance up at his face to see what was wrong. Had he once been a Clan member? There was guilt in his eyes. Had he done something to the Clans?

However, the tom sighed, mewing, "I suppose that would be a good place for a young kitten such as yourself. Do you need help getting there?" He seemed to relax, but only very slightly.

At first, Ginger was tempted to say no. She could get there eventually. However, she knew how vulnerable she was out in the wild. She was at the lower end of the food chain as of now, with her size and lack of long legs, she was fairly slow. She'd need protection. And perhaps this tom could actually help. "That would be perfect," Ginger mewed, stifling back a sigh. She didn't want to have to rely on this stranger.

"Wonderful," He mewed, "I don't know if I could ever forgive myself for ruining yet another young kit's life." This statement made the young kit in consideration frown. Was he being serious? Now she felt very untrustworthy of him. Had he actually hurt a kit or something along that line? Or had he abandoned his own son? She sighed. She hoped she would not have to try and trust toms like this weird old cat any more after this confrontation between the two. At least she had an easy way to get to ThunderClan. That was worth more to her at the moment than anything else short of a revival of her father.

She would kill Duskstar. She had to. It was in her destiny. She just knew it. No matter what it'd take she'd have to do it in order to gain the final moment of triumph and vengeance.

She walked alongside the old tom, trying her best to show how she could walk without being carried. She didn't want to be treated as a kit anymore by anyone other than her family, which essentially now meant her sister. She sometimes went too far forward, wanting to get back as quickly as she could. She knew nothing of the landscape. When could she figure out this helpful tom's name?

Eventually, after a long while, they reached some scent markers. "Here we are," the tom mewed, "This is the entrance to ThunderClan."

"What is your name?" Ginger asked. She had to know the answer.

The tom began backing away, but before he disappeared he told her his name. And well she didn't recognize the name, her father probably could if he was there.

"My name is Sharp," He mewed, "I used...To be the second-in-command of a group not unlike the Clans."

Then without another word he walked away. And so Ginger turned.

Death was sure to lay ahead.

A/N:

There's the first chapter with Ginger! How'd ya guys like it?

Any of you guys remember Sharp? :P

Anyways, see you guys next chapter! Happy Martin Luther King Junior Day!

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