It was a beautiful day for the Clans, sunny sky, cool wind, and plenty of prey. The sad thing was that twolegs were everywhere! Snatching up bundles and bundles of fish in the lake and streams...

Meanwhile...

"This is the best squirrel EVER!" Frosty purred through the furry kill in her mouth. "You say that about every stupid animal you catch." TinkerBell grumbled and rolled her eyes. "Because I get better and better every time, TinkerBell!" Frosty dropped her squirrel and started tearing apart with her teeth, chowing down on the bloody carcase. "That, is disgusting! How can you eat something like that?" TinkerBell gasped.

"Well it tastes better than that trash your housefolk fed me." Frosty explained as she finished off her meal. "Trash? It's delicious food!" TinkerBell sprang up. "Don't get your whiskers in a twist. You have kits coming, and you should be inside. You know the twolegs don't like you out near the cold time." Frosty reasoned and looked up at the golden tree above her, "One day, I'm gonna climb that tree and catch a bird." She mewed. "No you won't. Your claws and paws are too dull and slow to make it up there. You know that only squirrels and chipmunks climb this tree." TinkerBell snorted as she trotted off to her twoleg's nest.

"You'll see, TinkerBell! I'll climb this tree! I will!" Frosty yowled at her disbelieving friend. Too little too late, though. TinkerBell's housefolk opened up the entrance to the nest and they were gone. Frosty looked at the large split tree in dismay, ants and beetles squirmed at the bottom, awaiting for some acorn shells with some scraps left to feast on. "I will climb this tree!" Frosty vowed and ran off onto the black, hard stone trails that were maps to her own little worlds.

"I'll go to the pond, and find some fish!" She mewed to herself, running through a large tunnel made of gray stone. Stepping out of the tunnel, gleaming, huge, sparkling creatures lined up in rows decorated a huge river of black stone with yellow markings. Frosty darted onto the stone and ran for another tunnel on the other side. Twoleg kits were always on this long path of stone, and she didn't want to be mauled by them. As she entered another huge space of trees and rocks, she carefully made her way though. It was much darker than the space she was in before with TinkerBell. It was steeper, more full of food she could catch. Surrounded by a ring of twoleg nests all connected together. These places were courtyards- she had learned this from a fat kittypet named Benny, who could only speak to other cats through his window, or his door. Yet, he taught Frosty all kinds of twoleg words and phrases.

As Frosty made her way down and though the dark courtyard, she smelled another cat. "Frosty!" A worried, muffled meow called. Frosty stopped and turned her head, inside a twoleg nest was a gray striped tabby cat. "Linger! What happened to you?" Frosty mewed and stopped on the platform next to the twoleg nest. "I was captured! You gotta help me out!" He hissed. "I can't, Linger! I... I have to go!" Frosty sighed. "B-But you have to help me, Frosty! These twolegs are gonna kill me!" Linger mewled. Frosty gave a sympathetic stare, "Linger, you've taught me so much... but it looks like it's your destiny to be a kittypet. You always get caught by them, you don't complain about the food they feed you, and the twoleg kits adore you!" Frosty smiled. "Says who? Who decides anyone's destiny? No one does but ourselves, Frosty!" Linger growled. "Then choose your destiny- live as a kittypet or escape the twolegs and come back to us." Frosty grunted. Linger's jaw dropped, and Frosty sped away. Far away, where no stray or kittypet, ever dares to go- the Death Path.

Meanwhile...

Squirrelflight settled into her nest, glad that all the Clans were at peace, even if the twolegs were crowding and often messed with the cats. Nothing would start a battle between the Clans- everything was peaceful.

Blackstar was proud of his Clan, thinking he was the best of the Clans. He settled down to the fresh-kill pile late that night for the strange taste of fish to fill him up even more.

Ashfoot slept beside her son, Crowfeather happily. RiverClan was nice enough to not claim all the fish for themselves. Lucky for them all. They could stock up on fish and then catch the fat rabbits that thought that stopped hunting!

Leopardstar took one last glance at the moon, almost full. Glad that the upcoming gathering would be all good news. Nothing bad could possibally happen! Even if the twolegs were a bit bothersome.

That night...

The twolegs stomped into the clearing and grabbed the only cat that was in the clearing, shoving it into a cage after muzzling it. They crashed through the warriors den, stealing cats in their slumber. Yowls of rage rang out through the camp, alerting ThunderClan that they were under attack. Firestar ran out of his den, in panic at the sight of numerous twolegs. Queens were separated from their kits when they were put into cages, apprentices were crammed into cages together, and the elders didnt stand a chance. Leafpool and Jayfeather were frozen in fear, and easily trapped in cages. Firestar was so intent on the chaos below that he didnt even realize a twoleg was coming right at him. He was swooped up, muzzled, and thrown into another cage.

When Firestar woke up, it was dark. Still nighttime. He pawed the soft cage in confusion. "These are easy to get out of." He heard Cloudtail half scoff half grumble as he clawed at the latch on his cage across the area. "Where are we?" Firestar hissed. "A twoleg's monster." Graystripe meowed back.
Firestar gasped and looked around. There was no way out.