Chapter 4: A kittypet's life
It had been two moons since Skykit had been taken to the Twoleg nest. She had learned to catch prey there, too, and she made dirt under a certain hedge, instead of the thing filled with gravel.
She had learned there was a hole in the fence, which she crept through everyday to drink at a clear-water pond.
Skykit had learned how to avoid turning into a kittypet, although when her Twolegs watched, she ate the hard pellets and thick milk, so they didn't get suspicious.
Jake had also taught her what the things in a Twoleg nest were called.
Skykit yawned and woke from her kittypet bed. She crept out and scratched at the door. No one came. She scratched again. The Twolegs still didn't come. She looked around. She smiled and jumped up to the window. The brown tabby kit squeezed through and landed on soft earth.
Jake was out there already. She came up and nuzzled her mate, then padded past him. She squeezed half-way through the dent in the fence, but Jake stopped her. He knew Skykit wasn't going for a drink.
"Where are you going?" His eyes were filled with sorrow. Skykit sighed, crept out and turned to the pale grey tom.
"Back to ThunderClan." Jake's eyes widened in sorrow and surprise. As Skykit turned to squeeze through the fence again, he stepped forward and puffed out his chest. "Then I'm coming with you."
"What? You're really going to leave your kittypet life behind?" Skykit gasped, turning back. "For you I am," Jake replied. "As far as your territory, at least." Skykit was about to send him back, but she thought better of it and let him come. "Okay." She mewed, and squeezed through the hole. Jake followed.
A monster's horrible overwhelming scent hit the two cats just before they heard and saw it rumbling across the Thunderpath. Skykit looked back at her mate, and he nodded. She crept forward and crouched in front of the Thunderpath, Jake next to her. She looked both ways and listened.
A monster rushed past before she yowled for them to go. They ran across the stinking Thunderpath. A dog started yapping from the garden in front of them.
Jake bristled. "Don't worry," Skykit soothed, and leaped onto the top of the garden's fence. "We'll be fine." Jake hesitated before jumping after her. The pale grey tom was still cautious when he padded along the thin fence top, but he followed with courage. Skykit jumped into the branches of a low tree at the edge of the fence.
Her mate followed quickly. The next garden was way too overgrown. It looked abandoned. The grass was about a tail-length over the height of the fence. They padded through it without trouble.