A/N: This chapter is the Tom's first-cat POV. ^^ Enjoy.

I don't own Warriors. If I did, I'd have a much better computer.

I stalked away from the little clearing, my mood spoiled. I was frustrated not only at the she-cat, Tigress, but also at myself.

"Do you always lash out at your admirers?" Where had that come from?

That was the one thing that I hated about myself: No filter. I just say my thoughts, and while some may think that it was good that I openly expressed my opinion, most of the time it just got me into trouble. As it had in the little 'meeting'.

It was obvious, since I wasn't one for lies, that it was exactly what I had been thinking. I admired her, and she lashed out at me. But why? Why did I admire her? Why did she seem to hate me?

Questions like this and more buzzed through my mind, making me dizzy as I walked through the forest, dodging thorn bushes and other annoying shrubbery. After about half an hour, I reached by cozy little den—well, almost. It wasn't what most would call 'comfortable', but it was home. My home.

I slowly walked inside and sighed. Yawning, I went over to the little nest of leaves at the back corner, and ignoring my growling stomach, I curled up in it and fell asleep quickly.

My dreams were plauged by that beautiful face; the bright, shimmering orange fur, those bright amber eyes, that adorable pink nose. Starclan, that she-cat was gorgeous. But was that really the only reason I felt myself falling for her?

I thought back to the night we met. It took me a moment, even though it had only been a couple nights ago.

The shining moonlight, the low rustling of leaves in the breeze. The only other sound heard was the hushed whispers of cats, somewhere in the forest. The shadow of a cat stalking through the bushes, trying desperately to catch something—

"Yes, but not tonight." Was all that was heard.

A slow, careful step forward, and a bush beside the shadow rustled with its movements.

There. That was it. That was what made that tiger-like cat jump out, racing after the shadowy cat before the caught him and pinned him down.

But she had let him go. Let him live, when any other cat would have been killed. Why? Why would she do that? Especially for a complete stranger—

My dream, or rather, memory, was interupted by a clap of thunder. It was loud. I jumped up and looked outside. The wind was howling, the sky impossibly dark and cloudy. Flashes of lightning within the clouds startled me again and I jumped back, heart racing. This little bush wouldn't survive the storm.

Where would I go? Where would be safe? If I wasn't careful, I could be seriously injured by something flying around because of the storm. And when you live on your own, serious injury almost always meant death.

A sudden thought came to mind. The gangs' camp! That golden scary-looking one had an underground den. That would be safe. And they wouldn't just not let me in, right? They would at least pity me enough to let me have shelter, right?

I decided that they would and quickly set off. The rain pounded against my fur, soaking me within seconds. I shivered, soaked to the bone and now freezing cold. The wind howled even louder, piercing my ears and pounding through my skull along with the loud claps of thunder, and the bright flashes of lightning. It was sensory overload.

I raced through the forest, shivering uncontrollably and my heart racing. My skull was pounding in time to the thunder, and my paws ached already from the cold.

I reached their camp without injury, though I had almost died of a heart attack when a tree near me had been struck by lightning.

The whole place looked like heaven to me, though it might have looked like a watery version of hell to others. The dirt on the ground had been washed away to reveal that it was stone beneath it, and the entire camp was at a tilt so that rain water simply flowed down, instead of filling the place up like a bowl.

I quickly ran over to it and didn't hesitate to slip inside. The first thing I noticed was that the place was warm. The second that I noticed was that it was completely empty.

I looked around. There was no nest, no evidence of a cat ever being there, and there were definitely not any cats. Well then, I guess I wouldn't say no to a free place to stay the night, especially since there wasn't any scary gold tom to kick me out.

I padded deeper inside the little cavern until I was at the back wall, then sat down on the cold dirt ground. I felt rather awkward, really, like I was intruding even though no cat was here.

And besides, I told myself, they're criminals, it's not like they have any room to judge me for coming into their place. Plus I was out of the rain, which was a relief, and it was warm, and dry...

Before I knew it, I had fallen over onto the ground, fast asleep.

A flash of lightning, a clap of thunder. Sheets of rain fell heavily from the sky, soaking the cat's pelt in seconds. It was dark, and her could hardly see his paws in front of him. He ran blindly, panting heavily, the rain doing nothing to cool him as he bolted through the grass.

Wait...grass...

There was no undergrowth here, or even trees. It looked like a desert, nothing but now-muddy ground, thick grass and rolling hills. Where was he? He had never seen a place like this before, except-

I jolted upright as a particularly loud clap of thunder boomed through my ears. I realized with a start that I had been sleeping in a puddle of water, and the fur of my flank and belly was now thoroughly soaked.

A/N: I AM SO SORRY. I typed this out, and then, like, lost it for a month. -sobsob-

Yes, I left this where it is, because right now its past midnight and I am going to start on the next chapter. This one didn't get beta'd, so sorry if there are any errors in it.