~~Chapter Six~~

"Falconpaw. Falconpaw! Wake up, mousebrain!"

I feel something gently nudge my flank. My torn ear flicks over towards it. I peel open my green eye. "Whitepaw...spare me your wrath!" I roll onto my back, exposing my cream belly and parting my jaws to flop out my tongue. "Quit joking around, and follow me!" I stand and shake off some loose moss.

"Come on, it's only moonhigh! Where are we even going? I should tell Rainheart, I mean, she's my mother. Or Greyshadow, he's my mentor." Whitepaw shakes his head violently and continues walking out of the hollow tree. He shoves himself under the dirtplace tunnel. He brought me it here...to make dirt?! I groan and follow him under.

"Okay, now don't ask where we're going. I'm not making dirt, don't worry." He veers away from the dirtplace. "Yesterday Softfeather showed me the territories. Greyshadow had to go on patrols, and it was late, so you didn't go. I wanted to go...someplace. But you have to swear you won't tell anyone I went. And you have to promise to come no matter what." I swear to both.

We walk for a while before stopping at the edge of the forest. I see a Twoleg nest hardly three fox-lengths away. I feel dizzy.

'Samantha, don't go to close to that forest!' The little girl's mother commands. I hear a mew. 'But Mommy! Tux ran in there! I don't see him.' A tear slides down her chubby six-year-old cheeks. 'Robert, can you search for him? I'm sure he's not far, he's just a kitten.' Her mother whispers to her Dad. 'Alright, I'll try. Sam, honey, let's go find your darn cat.'

"Falconpaw...Falconpaw! Are you alright?" A cat stands over me. Whitepaw. "Uh...yeah. It must've been my mouse for breakfast." I stand, seeing the forest around me. Warm smells flood my jaws. That...was a weird dream. "Do you want to go on?" I nod vigorously, although I still feel queasy.

"Just stay close to me, please?" His voice is pleadingly high. "Whatever you say." We walk together. A loud 'kerdthurnk' followed by 'fwish' and a grunt. "Kittypet." Whitepaw growls. I smack him with a sheathed paw.

"Don't treat them like that! Some of them have no choice to live with Twolegs and eat the slop." I scold. In the distance I see a fat black and white cat. He turns his head at us and comes bounding forward. "It's approaching!" Whitepaw meows quietly. "Oh StarClan, save us, it's approaching!" I mock.

"Hey! You there! Samantha?" The cat calls. Although it looks about twelve moons old, it has the smell of tom, unlike most kittypets. "Samantha! Is it really you? Remember me? Tuxedo?" I step back. "Who now?" Samantha? The name from my dream?

"Go away, kittypet! This is RavenClan territory!" Whitepaw growls. He bares his fangs and unsheathes his claws. The kittypet- Tuxedo's eyes grow wider than I ever though a cat's could. "Please don't hurt me! I have two kits in my house, don't hurt me!" He squeaks, cowering down. "Whitepaw, quit! He's obviously scared half to death!"

"Hey, Sam, are you okay? You look dizzy. Let me call my Twolegs out." He opens his mouth to yowl. "Wait- no. Don't, they'll keep her. I'll go back to camp and get Rainheart up." I nod. Whitepaw turns and runs back to camp.

"Why do you keep calling me Samantha?" I mumble, laying onto the ground. "Because you are Samantha." Tuxedo replies. I shake my head. "No, I'm not. What makes you persist on that?"

"Well, about six or so months-"

"What are months? Are they like moons?"

"Sure. Whatever. Well, my house had three housefolk. Two girls and a boy. The boy and one of the girls were kids- you call those 'Twoleg kits'- and I belonged to the youngest girl. She used to tell stories to me. Stories about wildcats that lived in 'Clans' called Thunderclan, RiverClan, WindClan, and ShadowClan. Which is how I know some stuff about you guys. I was sleeping most of the time though... Well, anyway, I loved her to death. Then one day she went missing and I nearly died. I searched everywhere for her, the forest, the house, everywhere. Then I had a dream that she has become a cat in one of these Clans and that she looked like you. So I started looking in the forest for you and instead I met Temptress-my mate and the mother of my kits, Gem and Cap.

"I never found you, but, here you are- hey, you sure you're okay? I'm...I'm just gonna call my Twolegs over." He lets out a yowl and I feel the world go spinning.

A/N

One of my longest chapters, Word Counter says this is 790 or so words without this note.